6/11/99
This one isn't very original and its not one of my better stories, but
it was what I felt like writing at the moment.
SRU: Jessica
By Morpheus
Brandon dodged around a couple people and sped past on his roller blades.
Brandon was a junior at the local high school, and though he already had his
driver's license, he actually preferred roller blading most of the time. He
thought that driving a car couldn't give the degree of control and freedom that
a good pair of blades could.
As Brandon rushed towards the main doors of he mall, he sighed and forced
himself to stop. Reluctantly he took off his roller blades and put them in his
backpack, putting a pair of tennis shoes on instead. Brandon snorted, once again
thinking how stupid the rules about roller blading in the mall were. But he
didn't dare do it again since the last time they threatened to have him banned
from the mall for good. He didn't want to risk that.
Slinging his backpack over his shoulder again, Brandon made sure that his
baseball cap was still on snugly, then went into the mall, intent on going to
the food court and seeing if he could find a couple cute girls to watch, and
maybe get a date with. He hadn't had a good date since he'd broken up with his
girlfriend Paula a month earlier, and thought that it was high time that he did.
Brandon was heading towards the food court, when for some reason he felt like
taking a turn off to the side. Turning, he kept walking, deciding that maybe
he'd just take the long way to the food court and see what new stores they had
in that part of the mall. Absently he started fingering the change in his
pocket, thinking about the arcade and the new game they had in.
Feeling as if he had a pebble in his shoe that was making it uncomfortable to
walk, Brandon looked around, finding a small bench where he could empty his
shoe. After he'd removed the annoyance and was putting his shoe back on, he
looked up and noticed the store Spells R Us just across from him. He's seen
that store a couple times before while walking through the mall but had never
gone in. For some reason, it always struck him as a little odd so he avoided it.
Brandon couldn't help but wondering just what they sold in there. Was it some of
those role-playing games that he'd heard about, or maybe magic tricks? He was
sure that it was something along those lines. Something rather lame. Still, he
couldn't help but wanting to know for sure. Curiosity tugged at Brandon until
he finally he got up and went into the store.
As Brandon walked in, he couldn't help but be staggered by the large variety of
things. He was impressed that any store could keep a stock of what looked like
garage sale stuff, and still keep in business at the mall. Then he noticed the
other things that he'd overlooked. Though they weren't nearly as noticeable as
some of the antiques, there were lots of new things. Toys, costumes, jewelry and
movies. Behind the counter sat an old man who was dressed up in what appeared
to be his bathrobe. "Strange" Brandon thought as he looked around. Not
worth coming in to, but not worth avoiding either.
Disappointed, he was about to leave when the Old Man behind the Counter said
"We're having a sale on some of our video tapes today." That caught Brandon's
attention. He loved watching movies. Besides roller blading, it was one of his
favorite things to do.
Curiously, Brandon looked over the video selection, thinking that it wasn't
really all that great. There were a few good movies there, but some real
cornball ones too. Finally Brandon picked up one of the movies smiling. It had
a tag on it that said it was for sale for $2.00. Since it was a movie that
always made Brandon chuckle to watch it, he decided that he might as well buy
it. After all, it would cost that much just to rent it again.
After handing a couple of crinkled ones to the Old Man, Brandon hurried out of
the shop, remembering why he'd come to the mall in the first place. As Brandon
left through the door, back on his way to the food court, the Old Man chuckled
and said, "Enjoy the movie Brandon. I know I will."
When Brandon got home, he slung off his roller blades and to his room, ignoring
his Mom's command to stop running in the house. Tossing his blades into the
corner, Brandon put the videotape onto his bed. For the most part, he thought
that his trip to the mall wasn't too bad. He hadn't gotten a date, but he had
found a couple cute girls to talk to, and he was sure that with just a little
more work, he'd have one of them going out with him.
Hearing the call for dinner from his Mom, Brandon hurried out to the dining
room, wondering what they were having to eat.
After Dinner, Brandon had gone over to his friend Ethan's house, where they both
spent a couple hours practicing stunts with their roller blades and racing down
the streets. After Brandon had almost run one of Ethan's neighbors over, he
excused himself and hurried back home, not wanting to stay around long enough to
get yelled at over it. "See you later man," Ethan called out after Brandon as
he raced home.
When Brandon got home, he yelled a quick "Hi, I'm back!" to his Mom, then went
into his bedroom, tossing his roller blades into the corner again. He was just
about to reach for his Playstation, when he noticed the bag on the bed and
remembered the movie that he'd bought earlier that day. Glancing back and forth
between the video game and the movie, Brandon tried to decide what he really
wanted to do. After a few seconds hesitation, he grabbed the movie and put it in
the VCR.
Hitting play, he sat back and got comfortable as the movie started. Brandon
watched the movie intently, chuckling at a few scenes. It was one of his
favorites of this type, and a hell of a lot better than Space Jam he thought.
Yep, as Donald Duck fired a cannon at Daffy Duck from inside a piano, Brandon
had to admit that he was glad that he'd bought Who Framed Roger Rabbit. It may
be a bit stupid, but it was very entertaining. Especially the next scene he
thought with a smirk.
Smiling, Brandon watched as Jessica Rabbit was introduced onto the screen. He
couldn't help but think that she was definitely a well-drawn cartoon. Long
legs, huge tits, and tiny waist. Like she says later, she's not a bad girl,
she's just drawn that way. And boy, Brandon thought they did a good job. Too
bad she wasn't real.
As Jessica actually appeared on the screen, Brandon suddenly felt a wave of
strangeness wash over his body. He tried to move, but found himself suddenly
stuck where he was, unable to even budge his fingers, no matter how hard he
tried. Brandon was stuck, staring at the screen and unable to even move his
head. A strange tingling started running over his body while Jessica continued
singing her song on the screen.
Brandon screamed inside his head, trying to get some control, but was unable to
even open his mouth. All he could do was stare at the TV screen, and feel the
strange tingling spreading over his body. He was almost sure that he could feel
his flesh moving around on him, which scared him to no end. Fortunately it
didn't seem to be painful. In fact, he decided that it was his imagination. It
had to be. The whole thing had to be.
Once the movie went on a little further and Jessica was off the screen, the
tingling feelings stopped, though Brandon still couldn't move. But the next
time that Jessica was on screen, the tingling returned and hit Brandon again,
making him want to squirm or scratch himself, though still being trapped and
unable to move.
As the movie continued, Brandon started to dread whenever Jessica would come on
the screen. Because every time she did, the tingling returned to him until she
left again. After this happened several more times, Brandon couldn't deny that
his body was changing. He was sure of it. He could feel his bones moving around,
and his muscles shifting. He could feel that something very strange was
happening to him, and it was only happening during the tingling.
Helplessly Brandon watched the movie, feeling his body changing more and more.
He could feel a weight starting to form on his chest that seemed to only grow
heavier. He could feel his stomach pulling in, and his hips pushing out. His
butt seemed to slowly grow until it felt as if he were sitting on a cushion.
Slowly it began to dawn on him what must be happening. Or at least some idea of
what he was changing into. He could feel his chest slowly swelling out and his
groin pulling in through all the tingling. Somehow, he was sure that he was
turning into a woman. He couldn't look down and verify, but the weight on his
chest and the emptiness he felt in his crotch convinced him. The red hair that
grew in and hung in front of half his face gave him the final proof.
Finally the movie ended, and Porky Pig did his "Ttttthats All Folks" routine,
and Brandon found himself suddenly free to move again. Gasping, he dreaded what
he would find, already knowing what it would be. Brandon didn't bother to stand
up; instead, he just looked down at the huge breasts that protruded from his
front. He couldn't even see his lap from that position since they stuck out so
far.
Gulping, Brandon forced himself to stand up, trying to look down past his
massive breasts and see the rest of his body. Staring at himself, he started
walking towards the mirror hanging on the back of his bedroom door, already
knowing what he would see. The red high heels which had appeared on his feet
felt uncomfortable to Brandon and made it difficult to walk even that short a
distance.
In the mirror, it showed all. An impossibly figured redhead. Long Red hair
that hung down in front of his face. Very luscious and kissable lips. A VERY
generous chest, that seemed to remain very firm. An almost impossibly thin
waist, and incredibly long legs. The figure that looked back at Brandon was
that of any teenager's wet dreams. It was that of Jessica Rabbit from the
movie, but as she would be if she were human. The gorgeous figure in the mirror
was more humanly proportioned and realistic than the cartoon vamp, but not by
too much. Brandon winced, seeing that he was even wearing the skimpy red sequin
dress and arm length red gloves that she had in the movie.
"What the hell?" He said feeling completely shocked about what had happened. The
incredibly sultry female voice that came out of his throat only made it worse.
"How.....?" Brandon started to ask himself, then stopped, unsure of just what
question he was going to ask. How was it possible? How did it happen? Why did
it happen? Why him? And a million others as well.
Brandon was dazed. This wasn't possible. At least he was sure that it wasn't
possible before it had happened, but now he didn't know what was possible and
what wasn't. Numbed and in shock, Brandon sat down on the edge of his bed,
staring at the breasts that pushed out so far in front of him. His breasts. He
couldn't believe that they were his. They couldn't be, yet they were.
Slowly he pulled off his gloves, staring at the delicate and feminine flesh
beneath. The long slender fingers with the perfectly manicured nails. Taking
both his hands, he started gently holding his new breasts, trying to come to
some kind of terms. Then it suddenly dawned on him. The Tape. It had to be the
new videotape he'd bought that caused this. And as soon as Brandon remembered
that the store that he'd bought it from was called Spells R Us, he grew certain
of it. Now he started to really wish that he'd heeded his own feelings about
that place and never went in.
Letting go of his massive mammaries, Brandon stood up, wincing at the jiggling
they did on his chest at that movement. Carefully he started walking towards
his door, taking each step slowly and one at a time, hating the high heals on
his feet. He was about to take them off but something told him that he might
need everything to change back. Feeling stupid, Brandon walked back to his bed
and picked the gloves back up.
Brandon knew that he needed help, and also knew that he couldn't tell his
parents. That was out of the question. He realized that the only way he could
ever get back to normal would be through the place he'd bought the tape. With a
sinking feeling, he knew that he'd have to go back to the mall.
Walking back to his door, Brandon took a peak out, brushing the hair in his face
back out of the way and cursing it. It may look sexy on a cartoon character,
but it sure as hell annoyed him to actually have it. Once Brandon saw that no
one was watching, he crept to the closet and took his Mom's large coat out and
slipped it on. He thought that he would be damned if he'd let others see him in
that sexy little dress. The coat was a bit tight on him in the chest, but
Brandon thought that it would do. At least until he could get to the mall.
Careful not to be seen, Brandon walked to the front door, well aware of the way
his butt was swaying with each step, and how sexy it would probably look to
anyone watching. It all felt so wrong. He hated the way his breasts jiggled a
little as he walked, though they did seem rather firm and not as bad as he would
have expected of breasts that size. Still, what jiggling they did do, and their
weight, both served to severely distract Brandon.
Once he was safely out of the house, Brandon sighed and started his walk to the
mall, hoping that he could get there before all the shops closed. He knew that
it would take a lot longer than normal since he had to deal with high heels
rather than the roller blades he was used to. Knowing that, he started on his
way.
Brandon grimaced as he finally got to the mall. The walk had been hell for him,
seeing to take forever. "Damn high heels" he muttered, wincing at how sore his
feet had started to become. At least, he thought that he'd gotten used to
walking in them and wasn't having problems with that anymore. His unfamiliar new
balance, top heavy as it was proved very distracting and uncomfortable for him.
He'd only run into a couple people, and received some heavy stares from all of
them. It had only been a mile long walk to the mall, but it had seemed a
thousand times further to Brandon.
Finally Brandon had arrived at the mall, relieved to see that it was still open.
He felt a surge of hope rush through him as he considered that store. The idea
of going back there made him incredibly uncomfortable and nervous, but he didn't
dare do otherwise. Brandon was sure that he would have to go in order to get
back to normal. And he refused to consider any other possibility. He had to get
back to normal.
Feeling extremely self-conscious to be walking around in public as what appeared
to be a wet dream, Brandon hurried towards the store, ignoring the stares in his
direction. One man tried to approach him and start flirting, but Brandon
brushed him off, hating every moment that he was stuck like that. Trying to
ignore his swaying rear and jiggling breasts, he went to the Spells R Us store
as quickly as he could.
When he finally got to the entrance of his destination, he stopped, feeling both
relieved that it was still open and fear of what could happen. Hope that he
could be turned back to normal and dread that he might not. After hesitating
for only a moment, Brandon went in.
As Brandon stepped inside, the Old Man that he'd seen earlier looked up at him.
"Hello Brandon" then with a smirk, he said, "Or should I call you Jessica now?
You're lucky you got here in time. I was just about to close up."
Brandon stared at the Old Man in a mixture of fear and anger. "Change me back!"
he demanded, wincing internally at the sultry voice. "Right now!"
The Old Man started to look a little annoyed. "You should count yourself
fortunate," he said, "You know how many women would kill for a body like yours?"
"But I'm not a woman!" Brandon snapped back. "I'm a junior high schooler. I'm
a guy for God's sake. I don't know the first thing about being a woman." At
this point Brandon had tears running down his cheek, and didn't even care.
"Please fix things," he pleaded to the Old Man.
The Old Man looked thoughtful for a moment. "All right, I can fix your
problems."
"Really?" Brandon said hopefully, wiping the tears away.
The Old Man looked annoyed. "Of course. You don't think I'd lie to you do you?"
When Brandon didn't answer, the Old Man smiled mischievously, "Yes, I can fix
your problems for you." And with that, he said something that Brandon couldn't
quite make out. Brandon felt dizzy all of a sudden and everything faded on him.
That night, at the Pink Pussycat Strip Club, their new star entertainer, Jessica
Rabbit started her show, drawing the eyes of every man in the place towards her
in lust, and many of the other strippers in jealousy. Jessica started dancing
with incredible grace and sexiness, and for most of the audience, they had
feelings of deja-vu. As if they'd seen her before somewhere. Perhaps in a
movie.
Jessica just smiled at all the men that were wrapped around her finger, pleased
that she had a contract to pose for Playboy in a few days. As Jessica threw
herself into her show with everything she had, trying with all her being to
arouse as much lust as she possibly could, the last traces of anyone named
Brandon faded away.
The End
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