It's Gotta Be the Shoes

You feel yourself being pushed up onto your tiptoes, and you're now standing on something -- because your giant tits are between you and your feet, you decide you need to sit back down on the lid of the toilet to figure out what's going on. Once in the seated position, you can see that you've now got on a pair of clear plastic sandals with 6-inch heels. You lift your right leg up as best you can and undo the strap gingerly with your long fingernails. The shoe drops to the linoleum floor, and your foot immediately starts to ache. It's not shaped normally, you notice -- it looks as if it were specifically designed to be put into high-heeled shoes. You put it down on the floor to see if it'll straighten out, but it suddenly feels like it's on fire and has a knife sticking into the ball of the foot, so you jerk it back up. Instantly, the intense pain stops, but the dull ache continues.

Experimenting, you contort yourself to reach down and pick the dropped shoe up off the floor without your bare foot touching. As soon as it makes contact with the shoe, the ache lessens, and once you manage to redo the strap, it feels perfectly fine. You tap the floor for a tentative test, and then put both feet down and stand up with absolutely no pain. A quick lap around your tiny bathroom, and you realize you can walk perfectly fine in these shoes, but you're apparently going to be wearing them -- or something similar -- at all times.

You turn back to the mirror to get another look at yourself just in time to see a black choker, about half an inch wide, appear around your neck; two interlocking rhinestone hearts pop into existence on it.

Silver hoops appear, dangling from each of your earlobes, quickly expanding until they're about two inches in diameter. A smaller silver ring appears in your navel with a short chain dangling from it, and then you notice the silver barbells that now run through your nipples. You touch your left nipple with your right hand and enjoy a new kind of sensation -- just as you have a sudden funny feeling in your clit.

As you sit back down and play with your brand-new body jewelry, you think you've sort of figured out what's going on here. Things are changing to match the pictures and movies that were on your computer, and that means sexy, scantily-clad women who always wear high-heeled shoes, have piercings in interesting places, and are aroused most of the time. But whatever program was running was referring to the universe, and reality, not just you. You have the second major orgasm in your new body, and as you lick the sweet-smelling, delicious fluid off your hand, you discover that you have a barbell through your tongue -- and more changes are happening.