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  “And this goes here,” Vinkuro talked proudly to himself, “…and that’s that! Finally! Got everything put away at last!” The young man in black sweatshirt and straight brown hair had finished putting away the rest of his winter clothing and equipment safely away in his attic. There was no need for any of it now with summer coming soon.

  “That should be everything stacked up in the hallways,” he mumbled satisfyingly, turning towards the stairs to leave, “Time to get back to…”

  His attention was diverted away from the stairs to a far corner of the attic, one of which he usually ignored. When he bought the house a while back, there were some old, leftover items from the previous owner who never took them with him or her. At that moment, his eyes fell on one of the cardboard boxes that the sun was shining on through the dusty window.

  As if almost calling out for him, he headed over to the box to investigate. The young man popped it opened, a cloud of dust floating into the air in response. Blowing it away and investigating the contents, the box appeared to be filled with lots of makeup containers, hairsprays, accessories, and such. It all looked incredibly old as well, like it had been around since the 50’s or 60’s.

  “Lot of old stuff in here,” Vinkuro commented, reaching in with his hands and feeling around in it, “I wonder if this stuff may be worth something to collectors for this kind of… what?”

  There was a click sound and he felt something go around his wrist. He yanked both of his hands out quickly, but not fast enough. Somehow, a golden bangle was now hanging around his wrist. It was much smaller than his hand, so it didn’t naturally slide over it. In fact, it seemed to be rather tight on his wrist.

  “What the heck?!” Vinkuro remarked, “How did… what?!” He tried to remove the bangle to no avail, the accessory just stuck on him.

  However, as he gripped and pulled on it, the bangle started to heat up and glow. He let go immediately, not sure what was happening. Oh crap! He thought, is it going to blow and I’m going to lose my hand?!

  That did not happen. Instead, something far more drastic and life-changing occurred.

  His entire body shivered, goosebumps breaking out across his skin from both his hands to his shoulders, all the way down to his toes. All of his body hair vanished in almost a blink of the eye, his skin turning smooth and blemishes leaving as well. Following close behind, his skin also darkened just a tiny bit, giving him a decent tan.

  Vinkuro didn’t notice the change right away due to his long-sleeve sweatshirt, scratching at his arm and feeling rather uncomfortable. “Gees,” he mumbled, “Is it cold in here or something? It’s not THAT bad outside.”

  As he mumbled to himself, his sleeves suddenly detached themselves from his sweatshirt’s body. They shrank down to the middle of his biceps and the material began to thin, changing texture as well. As the soft, black fabric converted to this smooth, silk material, it stretched down over his hands and covered his fingers completely. In the matter of moments, he now had violet, shimmering arm-length gloves.

  “Maybe I should head downstairs now if it’s cold,” Vinkuro mumbled some more, letting out a bit of a yawn as his concerns about the bangle vanished mysteriously. He stretched his arms out above his head, his silk gloved hands clamping together and helping to pull.

  There were some slight cracking noises from his body as he did, his shape and posture changing right then. His form seemed to slim down, muscle and fat melting away rather quickly, leaving him thinner than he had been in years. His back pushed outwards more and his shoulders fell back, making his chest appear as if it was shoved out at any given moment.

  “There we go,” Vinkuro yawned, his voice almost sounding airy, “time to head down…” He paused in the middle of his sentence and glanced past the box he was next to. There appeared to be a full-length mirror of sorts that he could’ve sworn he hadn’t seen before.

  Approaching the glass, it was dust and crack-free, as if he had just brought it home from the store. However, he was not focused on that at all. He was more focused on his reflection in the mirror, which showed him with an elaborate beehive-like hairstyle. It was very ball-shaped and covered the back of his neck, strands circling down his neck and curling inward like a reverse Flip hairstyle.

  “Oh my,” he spoke, slowly reaching up to his head to feel his hair, “I… I didn’t realize my hair looked THAT good!” The tone of his voice changed on the last word, becoming womanly as his brown hair began erupting. It expanded, puffing up and curling into the same hairstyle he saw in the mirror. It also changed from its brown shade to a lovely, dazzling light-red tone.

  “It’s amazing how well it came out in so little time,” he complimented himself, “I am truly a master of hairstyles. Not to mention makeup as well.”

  He chuckled at that remark as his image changed more in the mirror. His face turned heart-shaped, his jaw slimming down and his chin protruding out less. His eyebrows thinned, perfectly tweezed and shaped into an arc, and his eyelashes grew much longer, giving a seductive flutter with every blink of the eye. His nose slimmed and his cheekbones rose, giving him an older, more refined and mature look. Lastly, his lips plumped considerably to where he now had utterly kissable, puckered out lips.

  However, the changes didn’t even remotely stop there. Dark mascara and eyeliner were applied to the eyelids and eyelashes, making his eyes heavier and half-opened, giving him a rather sensual gaze and look. A light bit of rogue was applied to his upper cheeks, making them just a tad rosier. Red, glossy lipstick covered his thick lips to top it all off as well.

  From the head up, an old school pinup goddess was gazing back with a seductive smile. “How lovely and delightful,” he spoke with almost a coo, “I’m simply radiant-looking! But, this outfit? It needs to go!”

  As if listening to his command, his shirt and jeans began to quiver. Both pieces of clothing combined together and changed in material and color. The top part of the former sweatshirt shrank away, removing the collar, hoodie, and even shoulder section, until it all wrapped around his chest region. The pants legs combined together and flowed down over his feet, the material beginning to sparkle. He now wore a sparking, silky smooth red-violet dress that sparkled as the rays of light shined upon it.

  “Better,” he remarked, his former self having taken a backseat to a new one, “but my looks are still not complete! I need to be absolutely stunning for tonight.” On those words, a diamond necklace appeared around his neck. Underneath the dress, his boxers turned into a pair of black laced panties and his tennis shoes turned into red high heels.

  “How lovely,” he cooed in his sultry voice, adjusting the necklace a bit on his collarbone, “With all of these lovely accessories, makeup, hair, and dress… all eyes will be on me.”

  He stretched and pushed out his chest, his body rumbling and shaking once more, signaling that his body was about to change. However, it was for even bigger and more incredible reasons. The bulge in her underwear vanished and area went flat. Her waist pushed in immensely, making her flat hips and barren chest standout considerably, even with there being nothing to show currently.

  After that shrinking came a lot of growing. She jumped up an extra three or four inches, all in the legs. Her thighs thickened up, the right amount of muscle and fat expanding in them to make them all tender and plump, to the point where they naturally rubbed against one another. Her hips expanded considerably and her rear inflated just as much, giving her a lower half that went way-beyond the traditional heart-shape.

  She grinned as she felt her large behind, keeping her eyes on her chest as large, heavy, mounds came bursting out. She grew a set of breasts that exploded out into a size C first, before rapidly expanding all the way up to a mighty, hefty F-cup. Despite the size and weight, they felt perfectly fine on her chest and did not sag.

  Vinkuro was gone and now, a gorgeous, drop-dead glamourous woman straight of old Hollywood stood in his place.

  Pushing up her breasts with her gloved hands, the new woman proclaimed, “Now that’s what I’m talking! Time to knock them dead!”

  “And now gentlemen,” a voice boomed behind her as the entire room dimmed and disappeared, “the one you’ve all been waiting for. The lustrous, smoky, temptress of the night, please give a big hand for Lady Valerie Storms!”

  There was a loud applause that brought a smile to Valerie’s thick lips. She licked them nice and slow, turning around to face the noise. She now found herself on a small stage in a scene that looked straight out of some old film reel. She was in some sort of old nightclub, most of the men in suits and smoking, while waiters and waitress were busy attending to them.

  A light shined down on Valerie, leading up an old timey microphone on a stand. She continued to smile and strutted over to it, people whistling and howling as her hips bounced from side to side. She grabbed the mike and purred into it, “Hey boys, did ya miss me?”

THE END

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  “And this goes here,” Vinkuro talked proudly to himself, “…and that’s that! Finally! Got everything put away at last!” The young man in black sweatshirt and straight brown hair had finished putting away the rest of his winter clothing and equipment safely away in his attic. There was no need for any of it now with summer coming soon.

  “That should be everything stacked up in the hallways,” he mumbled satisfyingly, turning towards the stairs to leave, “Time to get back to…”

  His attention was diverted away from the stairs to a far corner of the attic, one of which he usually ignored. When he bought the house a while back, there were some old, leftover items from the previous owner who never took them with him or her. At that moment, his eyes fell on one of the cardboard boxes that the sun was shining on through the dusty window.

  As if almost calling out for him, he headed over to the box to investigate. The young man popped it opened, a cloud of dust floating into the air in response. Blowing it away and investigating the contents, the box appeared to be filled with lots of makeup containers, hairsprays, accessories, and such. It all looked incredibly old as well, like it had been around since the 50’s or 60’s.

  “Lot of old stuff in here,” Vinkuro commented, reaching in with his hands and feeling around in it, “I wonder if this stuff may be worth something to collectors for this kind of… what?”

  There was a click sound and he felt something go around his wrist. He yanked both of his hands out quickly, but not fast enough. Somehow, a golden bangle was now hanging around his wrist. It was much smaller than his hand, so it didn’t naturally slide over it. In fact, it seemed to be rather tight on his wrist.

  “What the heck?!” Vinkuro remarked, “How did… what?!” He tried to remove the bangle to no avail, the accessory just stuck on him.

  However, as he gripped and pulled on it, the bangle started to heat up and glow. He let go immediately, not sure what was happening. Oh crap! He thought, is it going to blow and I’m going to lose my hand?!

  That did not happen. Instead, something far more drastic and life-changing occurred.

  His entire body shivered, goosebumps breaking out across his skin from both his hands to his shoulders, all the way down to his toes. All of his body hair vanished in almost a blink of the eye, his skin turning smooth and blemishes leaving as well. Following close behind, his skin also darkened just a tiny bit, giving him a decent tan.

  Vinkuro didn’t notice the change right away due to his long-sleeve sweatshirt, scratching at his arm and feeling rather uncomfortable. “Gees,” he mumbled, “Is it cold in here or something? It’s not THAT bad outside.”

  As he mumbled to himself, his sleeves suddenly detached themselves from his sweatshirt’s body. They shrank down to the middle of his biceps and the material began to thin, changing texture as well. As the soft, black fabric converted to this smooth, silk material, it stretched down over his hands and covered his fingers completely. In the matter of moments, he now had violet, shimmering arm-length gloves.

  “Maybe I should head downstairs now if it’s cold,” Vinkuro mumbled some more, letting out a bit of a yawn as his concerns about the bangle vanished mysteriously. He stretched his arms out above his head, his silk gloved hands clamping together and helping to pull.

  There were some slight cracking noises from his body as he did, his shape and posture changing right then. His form seemed to slim down, muscle and fat melting away rather quickly, leaving him thinner than he had been in years. His back pushed outwards more and his shoulders fell back, making his chest appear as if it was shoved out at any given moment.

  “There we go,” Vinkuro yawned, his voice almost sounding airy, “time to head down…” He paused in the middle of his sentence and glanced past the box he was next to. There appeared to be a full-length mirror of sorts that he could’ve sworn he hadn’t seen before.

  Approaching the glass, it was dust and crack-free, as if he had just brought it home from the store. However, he was not focused on that at all. He was more focused on his reflection in the mirror, which showed him with an elaborate beehive-like hairstyle. It was very ball-shaped and covered the back of his neck, strands circling down his neck and curling inward like a reverse Flip hairstyle.

  “Oh my,” he spoke, slowly reaching up to his head to feel his hair, “I… I didn’t realize my hair looked THAT good!” The tone of his voice changed on the last word, becoming womanly as his brown hair began erupting. It expanded, puffing up and curling into the same hairstyle he saw in the mirror. It also changed from its brown shade to a lovely, dazzling light-red tone.

  “It’s amazing how well it came out in so little time,” he complimented himself, “I am truly a master of hairstyles. Not to mention makeup as well.”

  He chuckled at that remark as his image changed more in the mirror. His face turned heart-shaped, his jaw slimming down and his chin protruding out less. His eyebrows thinned, perfectly tweezed and shaped into an arc, and his eyelashes grew much longer, giving a seductive flutter with every blink of the eye. His nose slimmed and his cheekbones rose, giving him an older, more refined and mature look. Lastly, his lips plumped considerably to where he now had utterly kissable, puckered out lips.

  However, the changes didn’t even remotely stop there. Dark mascara and eyeliner were applied to the eyelids and eyelashes, making his eyes heavier and half-opened, giving him a rather sensual gaze and look. A light bit of rogue was applied to his upper cheeks, making them just a tad rosier. Red, glossy lipstick covered his thick lips to top it all off as well.

  From the head up, an old school pinup goddess was gazing back with a seductive smile. “How lovely and delightful,” he spoke with almost a coo, “I’m simply radiant-looking! But, this outfit? It needs to go!”

  As if listening to his command, his shirt and jeans began to quiver. Both pieces of clothing combined together and changed in material and color. The top part of the former sweatshirt shrank away, removing the collar, hoodie, and even shoulder section, until it all wrapped around his chest region. The pants legs combined together and flowed down over his feet, the material beginning to sparkle. He now wore a sparking, silky smooth red-violet dress that sparkled as the rays of light shined upon it.

  “Better,” he remarked, his former self having taken a backseat to a new one, “but my looks are still not complete! I need to be absolutely stunning for tonight.” On those words, a diamond necklace appeared around his neck. Underneath the dress, his boxers turned into a pair of black laced panties and his tennis shoes turned into red high heels.

  “How lovely,” he cooed in his sultry voice, adjusting the necklace a bit on his collarbone, “With all of these lovely accessories, makeup, hair, and dress… all eyes will be on me.”

  He stretched and pushed out his chest, his body rumbling and shaking once more, signaling that his body was about to change. However, it was for even bigger and more incredible reasons. The bulge in her underwear vanished and area went flat. Her waist pushed in immensely, making her flat hips and barren chest standout considerably, even with there being nothing to show currently.

  After that shrinking came a lot of growing. She jumped up an extra three or four inches, all in the legs. Her thighs thickened up, the right amount of muscle and fat expanding in them to make them all tender and plump, to the point where they naturally rubbed against one another. Her hips expanded considerably and her rear inflated just as much, giving her a lower half that went way-beyond the traditional heart-shape.

  She grinned as she felt her large behind, keeping her eyes on her chest as large, heavy, mounds came bursting out. She grew a set of breasts that exploded out into a size C first, before rapidly expanding all the way up to a mighty, hefty F-cup. Despite the size and weight, they felt perfectly fine on her chest and did not sag.

  Vinkuro was gone and now, a gorgeous, drop-dead glamourous woman straight of old Hollywood stood in his place.

  Pushing up her breasts with her gloved hands, the new woman proclaimed, “Now that’s what I’m talking! Time to knock them dead!”

  “And now gentlemen,” a voice boomed behind her as the entire room dimmed and disappeared, “the one you’ve all been waiting for. The lustrous, smoky, temptress of the night, please give a big hand for Lady Valerie Storms!”

  There was a loud applause that brought a smile to Valerie’s thick lips. She licked them nice and slow, turning around to face the noise. She now found herself on a small stage in a scene that looked straight out of some old film reel. She was in some sort of old nightclub, most of the men in suits and smoking, while waiters and waitress were busy attending to them.

  A light shined down on Valerie, leading up an old timey microphone on a stand. She continued to smile and strutted over to it, people whistling and howling as her hips bounced from side to side. She grabbed the mike and purred into it, “Hey boys, did ya miss me?”

THE END