Ashley Price, Uplifted Spooky Girl?

It can be strange what stands out when your world is turned upside-down. Here you are, a newly transformed half-naked girl gasping for breath on the floor of the school bathroom, and all you can think about is that your shorts fit. You literally just splurted a torrent of magical milk from your angrily aching nipples, and yet you pull yourself up to your feet, legs still trembling as you hook both thumbs under the waist of your cutoffs and check yourself out in the mirror.

They’re mostly the same black denim shorts you remember pulling on this and most other mornings, but now they are perfectly sized to your much slimmer midsection and notably fuller butt. Jesus, look at that thing! You can’t help but turn to the side a bit and give your pert, heart-shaped ass a bit of a shake. You’re pretty close to having a damn bubble butt; it might actually be girl-you’s best feature. Girl You apparently agrees, because your cut-offs are notably more fitted than anything you’d have worn before. And significantly more cut-off. You wouldn’t have ever willingly shown off this much pale thigh, but you can’t help but agree that it’s a damn good look.

Your beloved and frequently re-mended Siouxsie and the Banshees shirt seems to be exactly the same, though. Which only brings your changes into starker contrast; as you hold it up into the mirror, your sudden shift in size is made very clear. It was a bit baggy before? But now it’s going to practically be a dress on you.

At least the material is thick, because one thing that absolutely has not changed is that you don’t have a bra. Your still-moaning breasts are maybe on the biggish side of a B Cup, certainly large enough to merit something, but either way you can’t decide if you’re relieved to not have to deal with it or panicked that you’re going to be just jiggling around out there.

You’re getting ahead of yourself. The book caused this, so the book can fix it too right? Maybe? It could also make things worse but you definitely aren’t going to be able to hide that fact that you’re a girl for very long. Maybe from everyone at school, but you recall with a sinking feeling that you’re still sharing a bedroom in a cramped pool house with your mother. Fuck.

Well, she’s always been pretty cool, and a freaky magic book causing bizarre transformations is like something right out of the B-movies you’re always watching together. Though hopefully that’s where the similarities end, because otherwise a bunch of weirdo demons and monsters are going to pop up and start hilariously destroying everyone. Either way, you’re probably going to be best off just giving her the truth right away. Though God knows she doesn’t need anything else on her plate.

You’re still digesting that sobering thought when the door opens and Isabelle walks in to find you only starting to pull your shirt back on. You can only stand frozen in horror at what is certainly the worst possible turn of events, caught in the girl’s wide-eyed stare. You’re convinced that the only remaining hope is to pray for spontaneous combustion when she lets out a little squeak and whirls around, hands clapped over her eyes. “Ash! You’re, ah, I’m just, I’m so sorry! I didn’t know you were changing!”

What.

You don’t even have the presence of mind to let your shirt drop the rest of the way before you march over to the squirming Isabelle, her eyes still screwed shut and her face turning a brilliant shade of pink. This is such a fucked-up reaction, any sense of embarrassment or fear has been blasted completely out of you. “Seriously? That’s really all you have to say?!”

She bites her lip, tentatively cracking open an eye to see if you’re decent. You aren’t; your shirt is still bunched up around your shoulders and your boobs are brazenly bared. She snaps her hands back over her eyes, letting out what almost sounds like a little whimper. “Er….I’m sorry?”

A deeply amused voice chimes in. “Right, because it’s definitely your fault that she didn’t use a stall like any sane person would.” It seems that at some point Jennifer slinked into the confusion, the Asian girl leaning up against the wall as she eyes you with a smirk. “Nice tits. Are you done sharing, or is this some new hardcore fashion statement?”

You somehow manage to only flush a little as you quickly pull your shirt down, but more surprisingly, you find yourself cheekily sticking your tongue out at Jennifer as you do. And to your mounting shock, the head cheerleader returns the gesture with a wink. What. The. Fuck. Seriously, what the fuck? It’s like…

Wait. It’s like they think you’ve always been like this. It’s just like how your shorts changed. The spell didn’t just change your gender, it made it so you were always a girl.

The realization leaves you so dizzy that you can only nod along as Jennifer twirls her car keys and shoots you and the still frazzled Isabelle a meaningful look. “Can we go already? I don’t mind giving you a lift home, Ash, but if I have to spend one more second listening to that prick’s voice I’m going to bah.”

Her train of thought dies in a grunt of annoyance as the door to what is apparently now the girl’s room opens and the intensely unwelcome figure of your cousin intrudes the scene. Guess there was no way you’d be lucky enough for the spell to erase him from reality or something. He grins indulgently at Isabelle and Jennifer, entirely missing the latter’s look of flat irritation and clearly misinterpreting the former’s red cheeks. “Hey, girl party in the bathroom! Need someone to bring a bit of meat to this sandwich?”

That is so gross that you can’t even begin to respond. Fortunately Jennifer takes the lead. “Aren’t you already late for practice?”

Jesse shrugs dismissively, eyeing up Isabelle as he starts flexing his pecs in what he must imagine in a subtle move. “I’m the fucking quarterback, aren’t I? Practice doesn’t start until I get there. So what do you say, Izzy? Why don’t we get this party really started?”

This has gone so far over the line that you can’t even be surprised when you snatch up your bag and stomp over, wedging yourself between your asshole cousin and Isabelle. “Why don’t you go take a flying fuck at a rolling doughnut, Jesse?”

Your cousin looms over you, bigger than you before but practically hulking now, slowly registering your presence with obvious displeasure. “I don’t know what that fucking means.”

Jennifer couldn’t hide the amusement in her voice if she wanted, which she almost certainly doesn’t. “It’s Vonnegut. Pretty sure that was required reading this year.”

Jesse huffs, glaring down at you with a disdain that you certainly recognize. “I’m not a fucking nerd, okay? And I don’t know why you two are hanging out with a nerd like her.”

You continue to lock eyes with your chief antagonist as Jennifer breezes past with an exaggerated roll of her eyes, snagging the deeply anxious Isabelle by the arm to usher out into the hallway. “Oh don’t worry, we’re totally going to bully her later. It’s going to be straight up Mean Girls. Are you coming, nerd?”

You raise your chin defiantly to Jesse for one last moment before pushing past him, making a point to put a bit of elbow into his ribs as you shoulder your bag. He shouts after you as you hurry to catch up to the two cheerleaders, his voice dripping with malice. “You better not forget my laundry tonight if you want to keep living in my house, bitch! You think you’re so fucking hot now, but we’ll see if you’re still so stuck up when you’re cleaning my fucking underwear!”

You whirl around, eyes screwed shut with wild energy as you call back loud enough for the entire hallway to hear. “You should just throw that underwear out anyways; it’d take a goddamn miracle to get all those shit stains out!”

The glorious sounds of Jesse sputtering in outrage and the two cheerleaders giggling fills your soul as you catch up to them, causing your chest to swell with pride. Which draws your attention back to where it was before your private magical freak out was so rudely interrupted, namely your unconstrained and merrily jiggling breasts. Which yes, are in fact swaying noticeably.

So you quickly un-swell your chest, opting to try hunching with pride for a while instead. This is definitely still not an optimal situation? And you are absolutely going to look into fixing all this? But so far, this isn’t going so bad.