[i]I suppose I better find some clothes that fit properly. I don’t want to be holding my pants up around my waist – people will think I’m some sort of freak who can’t dress herself![/i] Todd failed to notice the feminine pronoun with which she had referred to herself. She eyed her clothing critically – it would function until she could find something better, but something seemed…off about them.
[i]Why do I dislike these? I put them on this morning without a second thought. I didn’t have a problem then.[/i] She looked at the remote on the floor. Walking over to it, she carefully picked it up. The fall had caused her to change, but externally, it didn’t appear any worse for wear. But there’s no way to know if there’s any internal damage. She eyed her clothes, and then looked back at the remote. [i]I COULD fix this.[/i]
She scanned the remote, quickly running her fingers over the controls as she made various tweaks and adjustments, locking the settings as she was satisfied with each prepared change. When she was satisfied with the outfit adjustments she’d made, she pointed the remote at herself, hitting the “Execute” button.
She smiled as she felt her clothing shift, tighten and flow over her body, knowing that once the process was done, she’d be dressed to turn heads. She turned to a nearby mirror, examining her reflection. Four-inch heeled knee-high boots covered her slender calves, leading up to a wide set of hips and a perfect, heart-shaped ass tightly cloaked in a denim mini-skirt. Her torso was draped in a dark red tank, her large breasts straining against the fabric. She felt support on her perfect chest as her bra-straps dug slightly into her shoulders. A light coating of makeup covered her perfect face, a delicate nose piercing providing the perfect accent, three sets of piercings adorning her ears.
She ran her hands through her dark red hair, her face breaking out into a perfect, pearly-white smile. [i]Looking great today! The boys aren’t going to be able to control themselves.[/i]
Her smile dropped instantly, as she realized what she had just thought to herself.
[i]Wait, what?[/i]
Her confusion was pushed aside, as she heard the doors to the changing room open, men’s voices carrying on in conversation. She grabbed a small purse that had materialized on the floor, and quietly, she maneuvered her way between rows of lockers and benches, expertly moving in her heels, avoiding detection, until she found herself out in the hallway, near the doors to the library. Collecting her thoughts, she tried to piece together what had happened so far.
[i]Okay, first, I changed that boy into that girl. Why did I do that? Did I do that? But she had a name – Evie? Would a boy have a girl’s name and act like a girl? I remember something about a total mental change. Then I went into the locker rooms, and dropped the remote. Something happened, and then I changed my clothes. Did the remote turn my good clothes into something else? Did I have to change them back to what I’m wearing now? But why did I go into the boy’s locker room in the first place? Was…was I a boy? Did I do something to myself like I did to Evie? But I would remember that – the total mental change didn’t occur to me, because I remember the remote. So what happened? Am I missing something?[/i]
“Tara!”
Upon hearing her name, she turned her head, seeing a big group of twenty-something’s heading toward. Handsome men and beautiful women chit-chatting amongst each other, and leading them, a gorgeous red-headed girl waving at her.
“Evie?” She said hesitantly, gently waving back, a hint of confusion in her voice. Evie’s smile widened as she approached, throwing her arms around Tara and squeezing gently.
“I was wondering where the hell you were! We were supposed to meet in the library, remember?” In truth, Tara didn’t, but she shrugged in a non-committal fashion. Evie turned to the group, with a big smile, saying “Everybody, this is my fraternal twin sister, Tara! She’s so much fun!” Turning to Tara, she bubbled up, “Sandy and Laura,” she said, pointing to a slender blonde and buxom brunette respectively, “invited us to a party at their sorority. I was about to call you and give you directions, but now that you’re here, we can all walk over together. Are you ready, sis?”
Tara nodded, her head still swimming, as she took her “sister’s” arm and walked with the group, everyone descending into idle chit-chat as they made their way across campus.
[i]Sisters? Fraternal twins? That would explain why we look so similar. But I don’t remember having a sister. Do I? Evie seems to remember perfectly, though. And I used the remote after I dropped it on the ground. Did it mess my mind or memories up? That would make sense. Will things clear up soon? I’d really prefer to just know how things are rather than second guess everything…[/i]
Evie leaned close to Tara’s ear, whispering sensually. “So…did you remember the remote?”