Jenny's New Life

In a small one-bedroom apartment a young man bent over the keyboard and display of an extremely powerful homebuilt PC network of his own devising, each PC unit was liquid-cooled and linked to the others by the fastest cables and network cards available. The young man may have been wealthy enough to afford such a set-up but he wasn't inclined to clean-up afterwards; the apartment was littered with cables, computer parts, plugs, empty TV dinner boxes, noodle cups, video tapes, CDs, empty softdrink bottles, computer manuals, and dirty clothes that he hadn't got around to putting in the wash. He hadn't shaved in weeks, and didn't care a damn either. He showered often enough...maybe...but that really depended on your point of view. His hair was long and unkempt, but he didn't wear glasses (most of the time he couldn't find his glasses in the mess that filled the place), and so leaned closer to the display than was comfortable. His back ached, but he'd long since gone passed the point of caring...he was too close to success to stop now; last night, he'd achieved the breakthrough he was searching for, and was only finishing the final tweaks on his labour of love. All night long, sleepless, he'd worked on the project, but finally he typed in the last command...sighed...and leaned back in his chair to stretch. Pretty soon he knew, he'd have to search again for his lost glasses just so he could comfortably watch the effect of his handiwork.

Only a few city-blocks away, a young woman with a beautiful face and slim athletic body was walking to a job interview. She was dressed seriously, but conservatively, in a long dark grey skirt, dark pantyhose, black jacket, and white blouse. Her low-heeled shiny black slippers were as no nonsense and comfortable as she could find. Her handbag was large, black, and filled with the paraphernalia that a young office lady liked to bring with her to work. Her black hair was cut short and practical. With such a seriously conservative and asexual style of clothing and manner, Jenny hoped her appearance presented the image of professionalism that would greatly assist her in getting the position as an executive secretary that she so desired. Unobserved by Jenny, and unnoticed by any other pedestrians, a tiny silver object flew slowly in the sky directly above her, it's glittering array of sensory antennas and lenses following her every movement. In a distant apartment, an observer was watching her via those sensors and was about to start an experiment.

Jenny felt suddenly a little dizzy for a moment and stumbled, but caught a nearby pole for balance before the wave of dizziness had even passed. Then she felt a little feverish, as if the day had become warmer. Trying to calm herself, she breathed deeper and slower for a while, but it was gradually becoming more difficult. She wasn't sure what was wrong, but decided to head into a fast food restaurant (one of those with the dull yellow arches, that some advertisers have encouraged people to call golden...but they're still just a dull yellow) that she could see across the street. Jenny figured that she had plenty of time, as she was more than thirty minutes early for the job interview, and in the ladies toilets she'd be able to freshen up. Her bra straps seemed to bite into her as Jenny crossed the street, and she still had trouble breathing, as if her bra was too tight. As she stepped onto the kerb on the other side of the street, the tightness suddenly disappeared, and Jenny felt her breasts drop and bounce about within her blouse; as if her bra straps had come loose...

In more of hurry now, Jenny rushed to the restaurant, at the same time feeling her nipples rubbing against the fabric of her blouse most distractingly; they were becoming so sensitive that Jenny had to **** herself to walk slowly again. The sensation was too pleasurable; even though she'd never experienced such delightful feelings from her nipples before. By the time Jenny entered the restaurant, she was beginning to feel a bit excited and randy, which was very unlike her normal self. The cool air of the restaurant blew up her skirt and surprised her as the air tickled her ass-cheeks beneath the skirt. Without thinking, Jenny put her hands down to brush down her skirt, and felt smooth thighs uncovered by cloth. It took her a couple of seconds to understand what her hands told her, because her brain was certain that she was wearing a long skirt that should've had a hem well below the knees. She glanced down in confusion and stared, eyes unbelieving as she watched the hem of her skirt rising rapidly upwards as the skirt shortened, and continued to shorten. Embarrassed and feeling very exposed, she ran up the stairs to the ladies toilets, fearing that her skirt might disappear entirely. Even as she pushed open a toilet cubicle door and locked it behind her, Jenny's mind whirled in confusion, trying to find a rational reason for her skirt to shorten so dramatically.

In a mad search for reasons, she wondered if using the wrong washing powder could do such a thing...

In the cubicle, Jenny discovered her skirt had shortened to the extent that the hem was now only a mere four inches below her crotch. At that ridiculously short length, her skirt appeared to stop shrinking. She also noticed that it had changed in shade and style; now it was a lighter grey and crenulated. Her blouse also felt rather too tight, and Jenny realized then that her breasts were now growing in a similarly dramatic and unreasonable way. They swelled within her blouse, and Jenny became faint, her sight blurred for a dozen seconds and she had to sit down on the closed toilet seat to stop herself from falling instead.

"What on Earth is going on with me today?", Jenny asked out loud in a voice that seemed to change even as she spoke, becoming more higher pitched and younger-sounding. She distantly heard a few buttons on her blouse pop and rattle onto the floor.

When her eyesight cleared, and the dizziness faded, Jenny looked down to see that her blouse was pushed open by her two now magnificently enlarged breasts that were at least three cup-sizes larger than only a minute before. The buttons of her blouse were entirely gone. On the end of each breast her nipples stood-out nearly an inch-long and swollen pink with excitement. Her breath came in short, excited gasps, and her whole body was warm and tingling. Between her thighs, her pussy lips tickled with a slow dribbling of wetness that afterwards flowed down between her ass cheeks; Jenny could feel the wetness of her pussy making a little pool between her thighs on the toilet seat-cover, and she blushed with the intense sexual arousal and distinct embarrassment at her state of undress.

There was no way to explain it, and Jenny thought briefly that she must be dreaming the whole situation, but the feelings, the "realness" of everything convinced her that it was actually happening.

"...this is impossible!", she exclaimed in a cute, yet sensual voice, as if hoping that by voicing her reaction that the whole business would go away...

She closed her eyes and blinked, but there was no improvement in her situation...at least of the kind that she'd have preferred. She pinched herself, and it hurt exactly as pinching herself always hurt. Oddly though, it also felt a little nice to feel pain. Jenny shook her head, trying to make some rational sense of the whole thing, but of course there was nothing in her experience, nothing in her knowledge or reality to explain any of it. Maybe, she hoped, it would all go away and she'd be back to normal again soon.

She stood up and opened the cubicle door, unsteady for a moment on the 6-inch stiletto-heeled pink pumps that her shoes had changed into, but when she walked out of the cubicle it was easier than Jenny expected. She'd never worn any heels higher than 3", but the now ridiculously high-heeled pumps that her shoes had become...felt as comfortable as a pair of running shoes. Jenny didn't even have the slightest problem with balance. As she stepped out of the cubicle, she felt a tiny trickle of her pussy-juice start to trail down her top most inner left thigh. The very movements of the air seemed to tickle and caress her deliciously wet labia and over-excited clitoris. Curious at why she could feel so much sensation "down-there", Jenny touched her pussy with her left hand under the too-short skirt and learned that her pantyhose and panties had disappeared. She also discovered that her pussy was now smoothly bald and utterly devoid of any hair. Her arousal was so strong that her fingers immediately found her pussy sodden with lubricant, with a dribble of pussy juice making the innermost top of her left thigh damp and slippery. Without wanting too, Jenny felt her inquiring middle-finger slide down her girl-slit and slip into her cunt right upto the second joint of the finger...she began finger-fucking her cunt quite involuntarily (oh God, the feeling was SO NICE!). She slid her finger in and out a few times before regaining enough self-control to stop, and it was damn hard to restrain from fingering herself again.

She saw her reflection in the wide mirror that spanned the wall above the sinks, and was stunned. Her voice came out as a sexy little gasp. For a moment, Jenny thought that she was looking at the face of a complete stranger with the idealized body of a men's magazine's pornographic fantasy.

Jenny's changed eyes stared back at her, such a deep dark blue, with pupils that were impossibly large. Eyes which had a subtle exotically oriental cast to them, which certainly wasn't there before. Full, sensuous lips, deep coloured and moist. Childish nose and slightly childish face with baby smooth skin. High, but subtle cheekbones, and a triangular face. She pushed back her lustrous black hair behind one ear with her right hand, and was surprised to find that her hair was much longer than she'd expected; it was at least waist-length, maybe a little longer.

"What's happening to me?", she asked herself out loud, and stopped when she heard the sound of her own girlishly cute and too sexy voice.

She frowned in confusion when she realized her voice sounded so different from normal.

Why do I feel this way?, she asked herself, Why do I need sex so much when I've never felt this way before...

She studied her hugely full-breasted figure in the wide mirror, amazed at the narrow waist, and wide hips. A prominent nipple, rosy and hard, poked out erect from the tip of each of her full, yet firm, and very large breasts. She wanted to touch the girl in the mirror, kiss her, hug her, lick her in her most private places and taste the sweet juices between her long shapely thighs. Without any conscious awareness of what she was doing, Jenny slid her hands over her body, caressing her lovely figure, down her hips, and then between her slightly parted thighs.

Jenny's long legs now appeared even more incredibly long and shapely, and her whole stance as reflected in the mirror was one of posing, with her breasts thrust out proudly, and her feet slightly parted.

Jenny studied this image of herself in the wide mirror, and then looked at her hands that were now fine and feminine. Her nails were pink, and her skin had a soft pink blush. Then she turned her hands over, and looked at palms whose lines were simple, and finger tips without any lines at all. She felt and looked young, or was it younger? With the super-short grey crenulated skirt and white blouse with no buttons on it (her jacket had disappeared as well, she belatedly realized, as had her bra), Jenny thought the image that she saw in the mirror was the very epitome of an extremely naughty schoolgirl. In fact, she had become so youthful in appearance that people would likely mistake her as a teenager. She tied-up the button-less blouse at the bottom, and found that it was almost too small to do this properly. The result was still way too much cleavage showing, and the tightness of the blouse pushed her huge breasts upward even more prominently. Her barely covered nipples tented the fabric, and their dark rosy shade could easily be seen through the thin white cotton.

Studying her image, Jenny knew there wasn't a chance in a million that any of her friends would recognize her. They might not even believe her when she tried to tell them who she was. Needing to get some kind of grip on reality again, she picked up her large black leather handbag and found that it too had changed; becoming a black-leather schoolgirl-type backpack with two short shoulder-straps. Fearing what she would find inside, Jenny opened the backpack to search for her driver's license and other ID...

Just then, there was a musical tune from the backpack...rather insistent and constant, but also cute as a Japanese pop-song. It took a dozen seconds before Jenny figured-out that the tune was from a cell-phone. She looked in the backpack and found a very slender, pretty-girl pink cell-phone inside...nothing at all like the older silver one that Jenny had before.

She answered, "Um...ahh...Hello?"

A rather inhuman digitized voice replied, "Hello Genevieve...I just called to tell you a few things".

"Um...Who is this? Did you...ah...do this...to me? How???", Jenny half-moaned and pleaded.

"Yes I did, but that's not why I called...Listen very carefully...", the digitized voice said.

"No...I want some questions...uh...answered", Jenny interrupted; she tried to sound angry, but she was too distracted by the heat inside her young love-hole and her excited clitoris

"Listen very carefully Genevieve...", the voice replied louder, "There are rules you will obey voluntarily, simply because it's more fun for me that way..."

Jenny tried to talk back firmly to this nut, "No...no...it's not fair...I want you to change me back!"

"Naughty-naughty, first rule broken already, you didn't listen", the voice still sounded calm as a machine, but was louder still, "look down at your little skirt."

Jenny glanced down, wondering only for a moment what kind of threat was promised, and saw with dismay that the hem of her skirt was rising visibly.

The digitized voice went on in explanation in her ear, "Every time you break a rule, you'll be penalized. I just shortened your little skirt by another full inch. Keep talking back, and I'll shorten it even further...and I can make other changes too, physical ones remember...Understand?"

"Um...", Jenny was scared, but at the same time she was so horny that it was difficult to concentrate.

"UNDERSTAND???", the voice repeated a lot more loudly and insistently.

"Ah...uh...I understand", Jenny tried to more quickly reply.

"That was a little tardy...just for the delay and to prove a point, your skirt has just been shortened by another half-inch", the voice said, "I think that's only fair...afterall, you did finally answer correctly."

Jenny couldn't help but protest at this seemingly unfair decision, "Um...but...that's..."

The voice cut-in, "Naughty girl again...No talking back out of turn...I said to listen carefully...you didn't do as you were told, so I've just shortened your skirt another full inch for punishment...Nah-na-nana-Nah".

Jane looked down at the tiny skirt's hem in horror as she saw the hem rise even further.

"Just about now, from my calculations, your skirt's hem should be about...hmm...about two and half inches below your lovely cunt", the voice said, "Still long enough to be barely decent as long as you don't go up any stairs. Want to keep being naughty? Hey, I can do anything I want to you. Right now, Genevieve, you're pretty much my little sex-toy...I just haven't got around to fucking you yet."

Jenny was too shocked as she began to understand the reality of her situation to even be able to reply to this crazy guy's monologue, but it wasn't commonsense which finally **** her to actually listen obediently to this person who seemed to have so much power over her.

The voice went on, "Good girl...You seem to be listening now...Let's see if you can obey my little list of rules", the voice said, "Of course, there are some other rules you'll be obeying anyway...no real choice...but these are the rules that I want you to voluntarily be obedient to. Rule one of course is that you do everything I tell you to do, when I tell you to do it, without any delay. Rule two, when you talk to me, you must speak and behave respectfully towards me, even on the phone. Rule three, you are who I say you are, and are not allowed to reveal your original identity to anyone. Rule four, you must never try to escape my power over you, which is impossible anyway, but you might try it. Rule five, since you now appear to be a teenage nymphet, you'll have to act like one...bubbly, cute, and doing teenage girl stuff...but of course much more interestingly erotic. Rule six, never ever complain about what I've done or try to talk back. Now, look in your schoolbag and study the stuff you find there...I'll explain what it's all about as you do."

Jenny looked in the backpack and picked out a small pink purse; inside, there was the cash that she had previously, all 160 dollars and a few coins were still there, unchanged, but nothing else was the same. Her driver's license was gone, and so were her credit cards, her collection of business cards, and social security card. Instead, there was a school ID card with the name, "Genevieve Fukmei", and stating her age as sixteen years old. The ID photo was of Jenny's face as she was now, and there was a home address that she didn't recognize (it wasn't the apartment that she rented, but a house in a suburb she hadn't heard of). The school name on the ID card was printed in antique lettering, "Saint Catherine's Girls High School", with the emblem of a Christian cross on a field of strawberries. She'd never heard of the school before.

The digitized voice spoke in explanation, "Genevieve Fukmei", (he pronounced it as fuck me of course), "That's your name now...it's on all the government records as well. The address is your home address, where you'll get to know your new family...very intimately perhaps...and don't bother trying to go back to your old address, that's been dealt with already. From now on, you're going to be a new student at Saint Catherine's Girls High School...you're already wearing the uniform, sort-of. You're going to be my secret agent there, but I'll explain more about that when the time comes."