Getting too close

Originally requested by LenaTG115 :)

Nicholas was laying on the bed with his eyes shut, breathing heavily. The sheets covering him were waving, as the 15 year old boy was jerking off under them. In that moment his mind was fixated on one single thought. The girl he had obsessed over for the last few months. Amélie. She was simply perfect in Nicholas’s eyes. She was so pretty with her short blonde hair, always smiling and laughing, like nothing was ever bugging her. She was a phenomenal player in the volleyball female team, and he used to go to every match to peek at her in her uniform. As he kept masturbating he visualized her forms tucked in that revealing outfit. Her perky breasts bouncing around in the training bra. Her toned and smooth legs. Her firm ass. God she was beautiful! He had fallen hopelessly in love with her. But he knew too well he could never reveal that to her. How could he after all? He was just so average, almost invisible, while she was so popular and liked. Every guy at the school would court her. He had no hope.

He was about to reach climax, imagining himself making love to her, when from the bottom of his heart he made a wish. He wished he could get to know her better and understand her thoughts. He wished he was close to her. Then he came. After he had cleaned himself up he immediately fell asleep. Plunged into a deep sleep he couldn’t notice the changes starting to affect him. His thin frail body started to become more round and soft. His legs became smooth and well toned, his ass became firm and sturdy. His skin softened and became bright and a pair of small tits appeared on his chest. Finally his facial features polished, transforming into a feminine visage, and his brown hair turned a light shade of blonde.

The next morning he heard a voice call for him. <<Amélie! Hurry or you’re going to be late for school!>>. He woke up confused and dizzy. “I must have overslept” he thought, not realizing how the woman he just heard had addressed him, and that he was now in a room he had never seen before. He soon became aware of his surroundings. The posters hanging from the wall, the tidy desk by the window, the huge wardrobe in front of him, the magenta sheets he was covered by. Where the hell was he? He pulled away the sheets and realized he was now wearing a silk pj, which felt strangely pleasant over his skin. He soon noticed the two small breasts protruding below his clothes. He pulled the neckline with his new delicate hand shaking for the shock, and he peeked at his new tits hanging from his chest. His heart pounded and he felt like he couldn’t breathe, completely in shock.

<<Amélie!>> the woman called again. <<You’re going to miss the bus!>>. He winced as he came back to his senses. <<Eeehmm… Yes! I’m coming!>> he said, hearing his new voice come out of his mouth. He immediately rushed towards a mirror hanging from the wall, almost stumbling on his own feet as he got up from the bed. He remained paralyzed for a few seconds in front of it, seeing his crush looking back at him from the reflection. He touched and pinched his new delicate face, and ran a hand through his new blonde hair. He then grabbed his boobs, feeling their weight in his hands. He finally reached for his crotch, feeling that it was now empty and flat. He somehow had transformed into Amélie during the night, and was now apparently in her room with her mom calling him down to go to school. How did that happened? Was that because of that wish? That wasn’t what he meant when he wished to be close to her! A series of thoughts ran through his mind. What could he do now? He should probably pretend to be sick and skip school. There was no way he could go out like that. But then again, why not? After all he could benefit from this situation and get to know the girl he was in love with better than he could have ever hoped for. He smiled, seeing Amélie’s reflection smiling back at him with her perfect teeth.

He quickly got dressed, grabbing a training bra form the wardrobe, which should have been easier to wear than all the other frilly bras he found in the drawers. He then grabbed a pair of skinny jeans and a top that were laying on a chair. “These will do!” he thought to himself as he squeezed his toned figure inside that outfit. As he checked his reflection he felt satisfied with the result. Amélie would have looked stunning even dressed in rags, and she didn’t need any makeup to look beautiful. So he left the room and went down to the kitchen, where breakfast was waiting for him. He was met with the disgusting sight of a bowl of muesli. He hated that kind of stuff. But for some reason the bowl looked especially appealing to him now. He devoured its content hungrily. It tasted so good! What had changed? He couldn’t stand that stuff previously.

He then got out of the beautiful house in which Amélie lived to get to the bus stop. That fit body felt amazing, way better than his out of shape male one. He managed to get on the bus just in time, where one of Amélie’s friends was keeping a seat for her to her side. He joined her and chirped happily as they greeted each other. It felt strange. He never was so happy and cheerful in the morning. “Must be the benefits of having this new body” he thought. During the journey he browsed through Amélie’s phone, surprising himself knowing the password to access it. Suddenly he felt a strange urge. <<Let’s take a selfie Laura!>> he said to the girl beside him. A selfie?! He never took one in all his life. Why he suddenly felt compelled to take one? But he just went along with that strange new urge. After all Amélie was beautiful, it was only natural to want to capture such beauty. So he struck a pose, smiled and took a pic with her friend, immediately posting it on Instagram.

As he arrived at school he trotted happily to his class and instinctively sat at his new desk, while the last desk by the window which he occupied just the day prior remained empty. He only now asked himself what had been of his body. Had Amélie transformed into him just like he had transformed into her? Those thoughts quickly left his mind as soon as the professor entered the class. It sure was hard for Nicholas to stay focused during the day, given how he constantly got distracted by the new equipment hanging from his chest. Plus it felt so strange to sit with his legs crossed without anything getting in the way.

Soon enough the schoolday ended, and he was now supposed to go to Amélie’s volleyball practice. He smiled in anticipation to the thought of getting in the girls locker room and seeing all her teammates undressing. But when he was there he found himself completely indifferent to that. The sight of so many girls in their underwear would have seemed like heaven to him just the day prior, but now he found out he didn’t care and just got changed in his uniform. Maybe now that he had that hot body the other girls seemed like nothing to him. “Yes! That must be it!” he thought.

When the practice started he was supposed to strike. He felt very tense. He had never been good at sports. Even if he now had a very fit body he didn’t know anything about volleyball. Could he manage to get through it without anyone noticing something strange in him? But as he hit the ball with a perfect movement immediately scoring one point he felt relieved and filled with self-confidence. He managed to go brilliantly through the practice and in the late afternoon he got home, finally having some time for himself. That morning he was such in a hurry that he didn’t even take some time to check Amélie’s hot naked body. So he immediately got undressed leaving only his panties on, and started to caress his soft body and fondle his tits. It felt so good. He was thrilled.

Suddenly he noticed Amélie’s ipod laying on the desk. “Why not? A little music will be fun!”. So he wore the headphones and started to play the last song. It was Ariana Grande’s “Into you”. Fuck! He couldn’t stand that song! He had to suffer through it for the whole summer. Amélie definitely had bad taste in music. But he suddenly found himself shaking his head to the beat. It was so catchy, and Ariana’s voice sounded amazing. What was he talking about? He loved that song! He always did! And so he started to shake and dance half naked on the bed, ecstatic.

He suddenly heard his phone buzz. He checked it out and saw a new message. He looked at the preview. The sender was a guy named Thomas apparently. He opened it.

--- Hey babe! Do you want to hang out later? ---

Babe?! Did Amélie have a boyfriend?

“Of course I do!” he thought to himself. “He’s so sweet and gorgeous! He’s just so dreamy!”.

--- Sure baby! I’ll be ready in a minute :* --- he wrote as a response.

Amélie smiled happily. Her life seemed just so perfect in that moment.

For some reason her thought suddenly rushed to that empty desk that morning in class. Someone did not come to school. A boy. She strived to recall who he was. What was his name again? Nicholas? Yes that was it! He was always so silent and quiet. Why was she thinking about him anyway? She had to get ready for her date! “I have to look gorgeous for Thomas!” she thought.

** A little less conversation, and a little more touch my body, Cause I’m so into you, into you, into you**

The music was still playing loud in her ears. “I’ll just finish this song and then I’ll start to get ready”.

And so she kept dancing and shaking on her bed, happy, without anything bugging her.