Who am I?

I wish I could tell you my name, but names don’t mean much to me anymore. I know what you are trying to say, my Birth name is Jeremy, but it’s been a long time since that means anything. Huh, you want me to start? Fine, but I think it’s always best to start from the beginning.

I have always been a normal kid, through out my childhood I just drew with crayons and played with action figures. Hell, the only unusual thing that happened was when my father was locked up, him trying to tell me that looks don’t matter, that physical appearances can be changed as easily as your clothes. Crazy old coot, I didn’t think much of it then.

Course, things started to get a bit strange back in high school. I was pretty freaked out back then, all the body changing and all; does anyone else know any guys who can change into anyone they know? I didn’t think so. Looking back, I missed so many opportunities to wreak havoc and have fun… wasted times.

The first time something happened, sometime after my 16th birthday, I was at one of those popular kids’ parties, you know, the type that all the cool kids get invited too. I really don’t know how I came to be there, luck of the draw I guessed. I was sitting on a couch, sulking around (I wasn’t really a party animal, I preferred the movies over clubbing) when I saw Trisha, the hottest Eurasian chick in the school, move onto the dance floor. She was amazing, like one of those super models that you see on soap operas now days, I couldn’t stop watching. I ran outside into the garden, just to get some air and to clear my nerves from her heavenly image when my body started tingling all over. I thought it might have been the single beer I had, but alas when I looked at my hands, they started to turn long and feminine. By this time I was so freaked out that I had to leave, I jumped into a cab, my pants four sizes too big for me right now (Lets not even discuss into my now tiny feet) and raced home.

Course, by the time I got home, I had long since forgotten all about Trisha and my body had once again taken on the appearance of my ‘manly’ frame. I guess now that I think of it, people have always looked at me two seconds longer, as if I hide some extra quality inside me. I bet your wondering at this point what I look like, and it would be damn indecent if I told a lie, so I’ll try and be honest as possible. When I started at Ash Vale University, I was a shaggy, 5.11 foot tall guy, who never seemed to have a sense of fashion. I had a flattish chest (I tried to get a six pack but alas it seems my body isn’t built for that) with reasonable sized biceps, not enough to go walk around in a tank top or anything. I would usually don a plain pair of jeans, white shoes and one of those checked shirts. I looked more like one of those hardware store employees more than anything, embarrassing when you learn that I took advance physics for my course. Yea, yea I know what your thinking, generic eh? I didn’t really want to take it and I even planned on changing to art (Lot more relaxed see).

Well, I don’t want to tell you my life story, no one has time for that you see, I’ll just start where all the fun began, my first day at Ash vale:

Crap, crap, crap... Why is the good stuff that you pack when you move, always at the bottom of the boxes, under all the crap you don’t need! Honestly, half the time I wonder where all this crap came from. Damn it, where the heck was that ID card, do people really expect me to go and register without it?

“Yo, open up” came a yell from the door.

Jeez, don’t these people know how to knock. I pulled myself up from the dusty floor, dragging the door open, allowing a brick wall, no sorry, Terry to walk in. If you could turn a solid stone wall into a person, it would be terry, biceps as big as baseballs, with a six-pack to boot.

“Uh, hi?” I replied squeakily

“Since you’re the new guy ‘ere, I need to to lay down some rules, first, you will follow my orders and second, if you fall out of line I never wanna see your god ass sorry face here, got it?” bellowed the moving ton truck

“I…” He didn’t even wait for a reply, just slammed the door in my face and walked off back to his room. It was most likely to spend more time with Anna, his girlfriend or as I liked to call her “his obedient dog”. No offense to her of course, she was stunning, Hazel hair, perfect cute face, blue eyes, hair donned in a pony tail, a near hourglass figure, and her body perfectly toned after all those years swimming. Course, I was more guy back then so I noticed her smooth ass and her nice sized tits (About 32C). Man she was a beauty, which leads me to wonder why she would be with a jerk like him. Course, she acted more like an obedient dog more than anything, hence the name.

Thinking about her more and more, I started to get that tingling sensation all over my body. At first I didn’t no what the hell was going on, but then as I felt my body shrink I realized, I was changing. I felt my hands shrink and become a lot more slender, my manly hips buckle and then widen and my pecks became heavy and extended outward. Of course, if I knew what would happen next, I would have screamed. For a few seconds it felt like someone punched me in the balls, but alas the pain quickly disappeared, along with every other feeling from down there. I closed my eyes as I felt more changes taking place, my face rearranging itself, my skin changing color, even my nails growing at a rapid rate. When I felt the pins and needles stop, I slowly opened my eyes. At first I didn’t feel any different but then I could start to feel the extra weight on my chest, the feeling of long hair sweeping my back, and all of my clothes being two sizes too big.

“Aghhh-" came a high-pitched groan from my throat

I slowly moved toward the mirror in the bathroom, I just had to see what the hell had happened to me. I slowly looked into the mirror not believing what I was seeing. I was looking at a similar, hell an identical image of Anna.

“What the hell?” came my new girly voice

I slowly turned my body round, looking down at my tiny toes, perfectly filled nails, up to my cute button nose. Without a doubt, I have turned into Anna, right down to the toes. I slowly lifted up my far too big t-shirt, to reveal a small belly button. Huh, I’m sure Anna had a tattoo on her chest, seems I’ve only transformed into a natural copy of her.

I slowly removed my t-shirt, allowing her/my soft breasts to pop out. I moved my hands over them, giving each a squeeze. I let out a moan of pleasure, wow these were sensitive. I slowly moved my hand around my belly, sending a shiver of anticipation and pleasure throughout my body.

It began to dawn on me, all the things that I could do, all the people I could change into just by thinking of them, really my adventure had just begun.