Kylie moaned softly in her sleep. It was not a moan of fear or discomfort but one of pleasure. She was
dreaming a most wonderful dream, though it was strange and surreal at the same time. And something about it
felt familiar, like deja vu...
She was back in the halls of Glendale High and dressed all in black. There were Halloween decorations up along
the walls and doors - tacky bats and witch cut-outs, plastic pumpkins and cotton webs. She could see some
people up ahead and calmly walked toward them feeling confident and strangely powerful.
"You," she called out to them as she approached and they turned. There was a scrawny boy dressed in a shabby
muscle suit as a strongman and a girl with strap-on wings that glittered and bobbing pom-pom antennae from her
headband. She was a butterfly. Their eyes widened as they saw her. Kylie simply looked at them, and watched.
The boy was first. Sweat broke out across his brow as he grunted in surprised discomfort. He stared as a
meager 5'3" but began to grow, gaining height at a rapid pace. Soon he was over 6' tall and looking down at
his friend in surprise and himself in wonder. His muscle suit was strained against his stretched torso and
lengthened arms, his tiny spandex speedo similarly stretched. His feet were painfully trapped in his now too
small boots. He bent to pull them off.
Instead his fingers ripped through the leather as they swelled with sudden muscle. It rippled up his arms, his
scrawny frame now doubling in size as he gained mass and chiseled physique. His legs bulged with muscle as did
his feet, now free and shredding any lingering, clinging material from his footwear. The muscle suit ripped
and fell from his body as it was replaced with the real thing, shiny with his perspiration. The boy ran his
large hands over his body in obvious delight having now attained a body he had long been jealous of. But his
expression changed to shock and horror as his hands reached his pecs and they began to push outward. The
nipples were dark and tight, poking into his palms as the flesh behind them swelled. Two large, muscular
breasts now adorned his chest and he felt the weight of them.
Quickly he reached down to his stretched speedo. His face betrayed what he found: nothing long and rigid.
Instead he felt the hot, fleshy folds of a new vagina that was swollen with heat and arousal, making quite the
camel toe. The new girl's face softened only slightly and she kept the short haircut. The tall, Amazonian
woman grunted as intelligence faded from her eyes and she proceeded to rub her moistening crotch and grin
stupidly in pleasure.
Beside her the butterfly girl was shivering. Her eyes were pointed down at the ground and her feet in their
curly green shoes that were part of her costume. She didn't really care about the ground, though, or her
shoes. But her feet... She needed to see them, to... taste them.
Her moan was wordless as she sat on the ground and tugged her boots off. Her growl was low as she tore through
the nylons covering her legs and freed her sweaty feet from their confines. They were beautiful to her, and
sexy. She leaned towards them, her spine much more flexible than it was moments before, and sniffed along the
arch of her left foot, inhaling deeply. Her eyes fluttered. Tentatively, some resistance still struggling
against the desires consuming her, she brought out her tongue and licked her sole. The taste of her foot
exploded across her tongue. The girl's eyes rolled back in her head. She didn't care, she needed them, needed
them now!
With a grunt the girl forcefully grabbed her right foot and twisted her leg until it lined up with her crotch.
Then with a quick thrust she shoved it under her sparkly skirt and into her sodden snatch, burying it as
deeply as she could through her panties. She wiggled her toes and shuddered at the sensation. Then she licked
her lips as drool trickled from the corner of her mouth. She opened her mouth. Her jaw unhinged. With a wet
slurp she sucked her entire left foot into her mouth and began to suck and run her tongue along its length and
between her toes. Her body shook with an orgasm and her nostrils flared as she sucked in breath after breath
through her nose.
Kylie watched all of this with a feeling of wicked satisfaction. They deserved it. She sensed others in the
school changing, their bodies twisting and morphing by the command of her will. They deserved it, too; they
all did! She would punish everyone who had ever been mean to her, who had ever tormented her, who had ever
watched as she suffered day after day.
But wait... she hadn't suffered, had she? Kylie remembered having a wonderful time in high school. She was
liked, popular. She was beautiful and kind, she gave back to the school, she had great friends and an even
better boyfriend, Tyler. Didn't she?
"It's a lie," whispered a voice.
Kylie looked up. She was in a bathroom, a men's bathroom since there were urinals lining the wall. She stood
in front of a mirror. The reflection was hers but... it was different. It was a guy, a guy who looked like
her. Or did she look like the guy?
"You weren't always popular and loved. You used to be picked on, looked down on. You were the butt of their
jokes. Hardly anyone gave you the time of day," the image sneered. "You used to be me, until the town curse
changed you into a woman. But you had the power to take revenge until it was stolen from you, locked in your
memories."
Kylie shook her head. "I don't understand, I don't know what you're talking about."
The image smiled. "Yes you do, Kylie. You know it deep down. But you're fighting it, hiding from the truth.
It's okay. You'll give in eventually." He seemed to lean closer. "And until you do, don't worry. You have me."
Laughter filled the bathroom and the dream faded. Kylie woke to an intense, shuddering orgasm that left her
flush and her pajama bottoms sticky with her juices. The memory of the dream was fading. She couldn't remember
what it was about, exactly, but she was left with a feeling that something good was going to happen, and soon.
Judging from how she felt, she was going to love it.