Alternate realities - New weapons

Bringing back my Alternate Realities series for a caption inspired by an Anonymous suggestion. I actually took quite some liberties with the idea, but I hope you'll like it :)

Anthony exited the bathroom caressing his knuckles. That last blow really hurt his hand, even though not nearly as much as it hurt that nerd. He usually preferred to avoid using violence that way. Punches leave marks, and marks get you in trouble, and he could not afford another suspension if he wanted to pass that school year. But that looser really pushed his luck when he stood up to his bullying, so he had to teach him a lesson. And Anthony was positive he would not have made any trouble from that day on. He had just reaffirmed his authority, and his peers would have kept fearing him.

Some people bully because they are insecure, others because they are misunderstood, and others because they have troubles at home. Anthony did not really belong to any of these categories. He did it because he enjoyed it. He liked to feel powerful, and to be feared, and to use his strength to get people weaker than him to do whatever he wanted. He was almost villainous in his behavior, a caricature of your typical school bully, and he was more or less despised by everybody in the school, but he did not care for that. He did not wished to be liked. He wasn’t looking for friends in school anyway.

He sat down waiting for the bell to ring, when his head started to feel dizzy. It was like the environment around him was twisting and turning, and his limbs went numb, and his body felt weird. He sensed something brush against his shoulders and the back of his neck, and he felt strangely weak and frail, and somehow weirdly exposed. His head soon stopped to spin, but those weird sensation didn’t go away. On the contrary, now that he could focus again those alien feelings felt much more vivid. He looked down at himself and saw long toned bare legs, dainty hands with polished nails, and long way hair cascading down his shoulder and over two mounds protruding on his chest. <<What the...?>> he attempted to say, only to immediately fall silent again as he heard a feminine voice come out of his mouth.

Confused and overturned he started to shake and freak out, almost on the verge of screaming in terror, when a voice suddenly made him snap out of that state of panic. <<Are you all right Anya?>>. He turned around confused to see a cute blondie looking down at him concerned. Was she talking to him? <<Come on, we have class.>> the girl continued, and then grabbed him by the arm and made him rise up. Anthony almost felt like he was about to fall over due to his different center of balance, and before he could even realize it had been lead into the class and to a desk. He realized that that was his desk, and that he was sitting in his usual class at the usual place like nothing was off, and yet while the environment looked more or less the same as usual beside some minor differences, everybody around him was different. It took him a while before he realized what was wrong. The boys and girls around him were not just strangers. They looked like some weird gender-flipped version of his peers. Could that be it? Did he somehow stepped into some kind of alternate dimension where everybody was the opposite gender? Had he just become… a girl? It was far too weird to believe, and yet he could not deny that those breasts hanging from his chest, and that tight pink dress he was wearing, and the smooth legs he had crossed automatically in a very feminine way thanks to the emptiness down in his crotch, all felt disturbingly real.

Too scared and confused to even question what was happening around him, he went through the rest of the school day basically on autopilot, almost in a state of trance, while the blonde girl kept dragging him along never shutting her mouth. She just kept chatting, and gossiping, and it seemed like every time she talked she had something mean to say about their peers. He could not pay attention to any of what she was saying, too distracted by the hair constantly falling in front of his face, and doing his best to not swing his hips left and right with every step he took. He kept trying to figure out how he ended up like that, and how to possibly reverse it, but he never was quite the brilliant type, and so all he could do was keep going along with it, too scared and dazed to escape that situation.

It took him a while to accept that somehow that had become his new reality. For weeks he tried to figure out what had caused that transformation, and even thought it all could have been some elaborate revenge scheme by one of the nerd kids he had bullied in the past. The worst part was discovering that despite not having any real memory of his life as a girl, somehow it was like years of feminine gestures and behavior were imprinted in his muscular memory, and he found out that he was acting like a girl against his will. It was so weird, so different from what it was used to. He had spent basically all his life trying to be the manliest of men, and now he could not help but act like a total sissy. He hated it, but soon he started to get strangely into it, and discovered that there was actually quite some fun to have even as a girl.

Even though now that he was a girl there was no way he could have gone back to bully the school losers with his superior physical strength like he used to, he found out that beside his gender very little had actually changed from his reality. He in fact soon learned that he still was the school bully, and that all of his peers still feared him. He simply now had different weapons to use against those losers. He had discovered the power of words, and how a slander or a mean word used at the right time could actually hurt people just as much as fists, if not more. He discovered the power of beauty, and how a cute face could manipulate people to do whatever he wanted much more effectively than intimidation. But most importantly of all he discovered the amazing feeling of being popular. As a guy he was feared, but not liked by anyone, while now no matter how mean and hated he would get, he would keep being one of the most popular girl in school. All the girls wanted to be her, and all the guys wanted her. It was a weird thought, but a pretty appealing one as well, and to his surprise he did not mind at all the feeling of being desired. He was actually quite eager to find out what his new body was actually capable of doing besides getting guys to do whatever he wished.

Alternate realiteis: Prom night

Based on an Anonymous suggestion :)

Daniel looked at himself in the mirror. He looked so awkward and uncomfortable in that tuxedo, and he felt so stiff. But more than his clothes, what really was making him look so tense and unease was the fact that he kept thinking with apprehension at the night that was awaiting him. That was it! That was the night! He felt it in the bottom of his heart. After years he finally mastered the courage to invite his long time crush to the prom, and she said yes. He would have spent that night dancing and being intimate with the prettiest girl in class, and who knew, if things went the right way, maybe that would have finally been the night when he would have lost his virginity. He didn’t want to fuck it up, but the more he kept thinking about it, the tenser and more uncomfortable he was getting.

He needed to wash his face to snap out of that state of mind, so he headed to the bathroom, only to find it occupied. Why did his stupid brother have to have such bad timing? He needed to hurry up and go pick up his prom date. He didn’t want to arrive late and make a bad impression to her parents. He took a deep breath to calm down, but as he did so everything in front of him became blurry and confused for an instant, and when that strange feeling of dizziness and confusion went away, he started to feel strange. He snapped out of that state of trance as he heard the door unlock, but was even more confused to see a pretty teenage girl come out of the bathroom. He was sure that it was his brother occupying the bathroom, who even was that chick? She looked at him and checked him out from head to toe, and then she said <<Amazing dress sis.>>, only to then go her way to his brother room. Sis?! What the hell was happening?!

He looked down at himself, and was surprised when he saw flocks of long hair fall in front of his eyesight. But what really overturned him was to find a pair of breasts hanging from his chest, tightly wrapped in a long salmon dress. Dress? Breasts?! He rushed inside the bathroom, almost stumbling on the high heels he realized he was wearing, and as he looked at himself in the mirror his heart skipped a beat as he saw a cute girl staring back at him in disbelief from the reflection.

Shocked and confused he rushed back to his room, only to find it completely changed, furnished and decorated just like a teenage girl’s room would have been. He grabbed a purse he found laying on the bed, and rummaged through it, and finally he found a student ID. He recognized the face in the pic as the same girl he saw in the mirror, and then looked at the name. Danielle Brown. Brown… that was his mother’s second name. What did that mean?

He exited the room unsure and trembling, and was actually surprised to discover how easily he could walk on those heels now that he wasn’t trying to run with them on anymore, and how natural overall that female body he was now inhabiting felt. He looked around and realized that the house for the most part looked almost exactly the same as his own, the only major difference being the photos on the wall depicting a family he never seen before, and that yet looked weirdly familiar. He went down the stairs and into the living room, where he found a man and a woman waiting.

<<Danielle! What are you doing here? What about your descent down the staircase? Didn’t you want us to photograph you as you came down?>>

<<Let her be Marla, she probably has just changed her mind. You know how whimsical teenage girls can be. You look stunning my princess.>>

<<Yeah. Look how our little girl has grown. I can’t believe it.>>

Who were those people? Why did that woman looking at her on the verge of tears reminded him somehow of his father? And why did that man have the same eyes as his mother?

Suddenly he heard a car pull up in the front yard.

<<Ah! It must be Martin! Oh I’m so excited!>>

Who was Martin? The woman opened the door, and a tall handsome guy dressed in a tuxedo stepped inside. Their eyes met, and the guy jolted for a second.

<<W… wow! You look beautiful Danielle.>>

The following minutes felt for Daniel like he was in some kind of dream. The guy approaching him and giving him a tender kiss on the cheek, the trip in the car to the school, the moment they stepped inside the gym animated by soothing music and a crowd of teenage couple dancing. It took him a while to put all the pieces together, and even when he finally realized that for some reason he was now in a reality where everyone was of the opposite gender, and that he was a teenage girl being taken out on her prom night, he was just too shocked to do anything to avoid the situation, and just let his date lead him through the night. And as time went by, it all started to feel more and more natural, like that was the only reality he had never known. Like that was how things were supposed to be.

It felt so good to be embraced by that guy’s strong arms, being conducted through the dance, the music swelling as they were fixated into each other’s eyes. God was he handsome. She was such a lucky girl, and surely everyone around them envied them. They were undisputedly the cutest couple in the whole school, and that night was going to be magical and unforgettable. Maybe if things went the right way that would have been the night when she would have finally lost her virginity. Her heart started to beat faster as the thought of making love to that guy made her smile with joy, and she leaned her head on his chest tenderly, only to then raise it to exchange a long and passionate kiss. What a night. What a lovely night.

Alternate realities: Consequences

As the captain of the football team and one of the most handsome guys in school, Kyle never had any problem with girls. They would basically throw themselves at him, and he of course never let any of them down, giving every one of them her chance. It didn’t take long before he turned into an arrogant womanizer, treating girls as little more than objects to use and then abandon after he would have had sex with them. It was not like there were any consequences for him. His popularity was not hindered in the slightest by his behavior, on the contrary, his pals thought he was a real player, and he could always walk out of a girl’s bedroom with no regrets or emotional burden. Life was great for him. Until that fatal day.

He was in the locker room getting changed for the match, when suddenly the room in front of him seemed to start distorting, and he started to feel dizzy. He leaned on the wall, worried he was about to faint. What was that feeling? He could not allow himself to get sick just before such an important match! Soon that feeling of dizziness ended, and he started to feel better, but was surprised to hear the racket in the locker room turn into a sound of female chatter. As he turned around, he was dumbfounded to see a group of girls nonchalantly getting changed right in front of his eyes, taking off their clothes to put on cheerleaders’ uniforms. Did he accidentally walked into the wrong locker room while he was feeling dizzy? Before he could say or do anything a girl walked towards him. He was afraid she was going to yell at him and chase him away, instead she looked concerned at him and asked <<Is everything all right Kyla?>>. Kyla? He tried to say something, but he fell silent as soon as he heard a high pitched voice come out of his mouth. He looked down at himself and saw that he was dressed in a cheerleader uniform, with the skirt exposing his toned and smooth legs and the top enveloping his torso tight highlighting his frail figure and curves that could only be breasts. He felt a ponytail brush against his neck, and as he turned towards a mirror he saw for the first time his new feminine face, and his new slender and toned body.

He could not even scream in terror before the girls started to head outside of the locker room, basically dragging him with them like a tidal wave, and before he could take in anything of what was happening, he found himself on the side of the football field, in line with all the other girls who soon started to cheer, and chant, and perform. And he was caught in the middle of it all. Confused and overturned he was basically paralyzed at first, and then he started to fidget aimlessly and awkwardly trying to keep up with the other girls. He soon surprised himself somehow knowing what he was supposed to do, and started to perform even some pretty impressive moves almost on autopilot. That confused him even more, but he was at least glad that he was finally able of keeping up with the other cheerleaders. Whatever had happened to him, he had already got enough negative attention on himself, while all he wished in that moment was to be invisible so he could have figured out what had happened. He was so fixated on the strange alien feeling his new female body was sending him, and so absorbed in trying to give an explanation to that situation, that he almost did not realize that the match was already over, and soon he was in the locker room once again, getting changed in other female clothes while his female pals kept talking to him, asking him if anything was wrong, why he was acting so strange that day, and even something about a date with some Michael guy. He was way too overturned to pay attention to any of that, and headed straight to home as soon as he could, glad he at least found it in its place.

After a while he figured out that he had somehow stepped into an alternate dimension where everybody including him was of the opposite gender, and for the following days he tried to act the part of his female self as best as he could while trying to figure out a way to get back to his world, only he soon started to feel ill. At first he blamed the nausea and the headaches to his unease in his new body, but they soon became a constant of his days, and one day one of his new female friends put forward a hypothesis. <<Did you use protection when you were with Michael?>>. Kyle felt his heart sink when he heard those words. He was so busy trying to adapt to his new life at his best that he did not even consider that possibility. But that evening, when he saw the results of the pregnancy test he had bought, the painful reality presented itself to him, and he felt the world crumble over him.

Beside the different gender, Kyla’s life wasn’t all that different from Kyle’s. She was as beautiful as he was handsome, and as the captain of the cheerleader squad she was very popular too. It was no surprise that guys would flock at her, and just like her male counterpart she enjoyed that kind of attention, and did not hesitate to use his suitors however she wanted. Only she was not as lucky as Kyle was to walk out of their rooms without consequences. And the burden she now had to carry was a physical one, as well as an emotional one.

Alternate realities: Making end meets

When Misha came to the United States he had dreams and aspirations, but they were all soon crushed when he found out how that the American dream is usually destined to remain just a dream for many immigrants. With his low education and also the language barrier to deal with, all he could rely on to make a living was his body, and being a big and buff guy, he settled for a position as a bouncer in a dingy strip club downtown.

He did not mind that all that much. Even though he hoped for something better for himself, the pay was good enough, the clients for the most part did not make much trouble, and he could always ogle up all the beautiful girls working there. Life wasn’t really getting any better, but it wasn’t getting any worse either at least, and one way or another he was getting by. However things were about to change drastically, and his life was about to be flipped upside down.

He was in the back alley taking a break to smoke a cigarette, when suddenly the environment became blurry, and when that strange sensation stopped he started to feel even weirder. Everything around him seemed bigger, or rather it was him who felt smaller and frailer, and he felt a lot colder too, like he was naked. He realized that his trench coat had changed into a fur coat, and as he opened it and checked out his body under it, he discovered that he was in fact almost naked. He was dressed in nothing but a skimpy bra and a thong, but most unsettling of all was the fact that he now had a pair of round and firm breasts filling out the bra nicely, while his crotch was flat and in place of his dick all he could feel was just an unsettling void.

He shrieked in terror, only to immediately silence as soon as he heard the high pitched voice coming out of his mouth. He started to freak out and to fidget, feeling his body with his small and dainty hands, sensing his soft and sensitive skin and his newly acquired breathtaking curves. His scream got the attention of people inside, and a girl soon went outside to ask if everything was all right.

<<What are you doing still here? Come on Maya, it’s almost your turn!>>

A few moments later Misha was basically pushed on stage, and found himself alone in front of a huge crowd of horny men cheering for him and yelling at him to get started. It was apparent that somehow he had transformed into a stripper, and now he should have done her number to entertain the clients and earn some money. He wanted to get off the stage and run away, but somehow he mastered the courage to start dancing around the pole and show off his curves much to the audience’s enthusiasm, and weirdly enough as the music kept going he was getting more and more into it, and soon was able to flawlessly perform incredible dance moves. It was like it was some kind of second nature, like he had been doing that for years, and soon enough to his relief his time on stage was over and he could get backstage and catch his breath.

Surrounded by dozens of stunning topless girls he had never seen before, and with strangers telling him he did good, and even slapping his butt complicit, he could make no sense of what was going on. It took him a while before he figured out what had happened, and that somehow he was now in a reality where he was a woman, and everybody around him was of the opposite gender. He was now an immigrant for eastern Europe named Maya, even though her stage name was now Candy, and just like her male self, when she had arrived in the States she had found no better way to make a living than to use her body, becoming a stripper and earning money by entertaining thirsty perverts.

She hated her new job, and her new life. She hated to be treated like nothing more than a piece of meat, and despised the men who would throw money at her when she would take off her bra, so much so that she was almost disgusted to even touch those money. She soon realized that for how humiliating her new life was, stepping into that alternate reality was the best thing that could possibly have happened to her, because she had finally snapped out of her apathy, and she was now incentivized to get back on her feet and try to build a better life for herself. She had not crossed the world only to be nothing more than some kind of whore, and even though it took some time to get used to her new body, she was determined to get her life back on track.

Alternate realities: Resourceful

John never really much cared for all the things people at the office would say behind his back. He knew they were all just bitter and envious of his success, and it's not like he was looking for friends or anything like that at work. So what if they called him an ass-kisser or stuff like that. He knew he deserved his position, and that he got there thanks to his skills and qualifications, and not just because the boss had taken him under his wing. He would have let them talk how much they wanted, he did not care.

The only stares that could really make him feel bad were those of his colleague Linda. They had started working in that firm at about the same time, and they soon started to compete for positions higher up in the hierarchy. And even though it hurt his pride to admit it, he feared her. He knew that she was smarter than him, and more skilled, and that on paper she was the one more deserving of the promotion. And she would have probably got it if he had not bond so much with the boss and played on his prejudices towards having a woman in a position of responsibility. To her eyes that sure must have seemed unfair, and she was understandably pissed at him, but from his point of view he had simply proved to be more resourceful, making good use of what he had to get ahead in life. He did not owe anything to her. If anything he had showed he was better at administering resources. However things were about to change.

One day, while he was at the coffee machine, he suddenly saw the room warp in front of his eyes, and when everything got back to normal he noticed that the hand he was holding the cup with had somehow become dainty and slender, and with nail polish too. He looked down at himself as flocks of long blonde hair fell in front of his face, and he realized that he was dressed in a white blouse covering a voluptuous bosom, a very constrictive pencil skirt highlighting his large hips, narrow waist, and round butt, and dizzying high heels. He could not even snap out of his bewilderment to scream, as he realized that he had somehow transformed into a woman. He kept staring in disbelief at his changed body, shocked and overturned, until he heard a male voice call from inside of his office.

<<Are you done with that coffee Jessica? You are making me wait a lot this time.>>

He turned around surprised, and headed insecure towards the office with the coffee in his hand, surprisingly enough not stumbling over his very uncomfortable shoes. He peeked around the door, and saw a stranger sitting at what used to be his desk, absorbed in his work. He raised his head, and as he saw his face he realized that there was something strangely familiar in that man.

<<Ah, there you are finally. What took you so long?>>

John kept looking around that office trying to make sense of what was going on, until he realized that that man looked remarkably similar to Linda somehow. What the hell was happening? Why was he a woman? And was that man really Linda? He was brought back to reality by the guy’s voice calling for him, addressing him as Jessica once again. He stuttered something, startled by his new womanly voice.

<<S… Sorry. I’m not feeling that well today.>>

The man got up and headed towards John, taking the coffee out of his hand and getting uncomfortably close to him.

<<Well, the day is almost over darling. Just get back to your desk. I promise I won’t require your services more than what’s necessary.>>

He turned him around and gave him a slap on his firm butt that made John gasp, and then smirked at him. John was so overturned by that gesture and overall scared by that situation that he immediately got into the adjacent office, where he found his new desk waiting for him. He spent the following hour browsing through the papers on his desk and rummaging in the purse he found by its side, trying to make sense of what was going on.

He soon learned that somehow he was now in an alternate world where everybody, including him, was born with the opposite gender. That unfortunately for him meant that he had lost his position as a manager, and that he was now the secretary of the person who used to be his rival, and from that day on he would have had to serve him and endure his womanizing and pretty chauvinistic attitude. He had basically lost everything he had been able to achieve up until that point, and for a while he felt completely hopeless. But soon he become determined to take the matter in his hand, and do everything he could to get his new life back on tracks.

He considered denouncing his superior to the HR for sexual harassment, but he realized that he would not have got much out of that. At the end of the day he would have still been a secretary, and with his skills he could not have really hoped to achieve much more than that. But he still was resourceful, and now that he was a woman he had quite a few new assets to work with. Why denounce his new boss after all, when he could have taken advantage of his fondness for his female self? It didn’t take long before he started to get flirtier with Mr. Brown, and soon enough he was on his knees blowing him under his desk. It was humiliating, disturbing, and even kind of disgusting, but Jessica had her eyes on the prize, and soon she started to pick up the fruits of her work, getting a new office, generous bonuses, and even getting a couple of promotions, and though she was not wild about blowjobs, sex turned out to be quite pleasant, and she started to get a lot of enjoyment out of her “work routine”.

Unsurprisingly enough, people in the office started to talk behind her back, and she soon was seen by everybody just as a whore willing to go to any length for a bonus. But she did not care. She knew they were all just bitter and envious of her success, and it's not like she was looking for friends or anything like that at work. So what if they called her a slut or stuff like that. She knew she deserved her position, and she would have let them talk how much they wanted.