A Curious Slumber Party by Jigglypuff

[jigglypuff]

Hey, I figured I'd start a new thread for the story, since now I have a title. I added some more, and changed around the transformation scene (which is now done). Of course there's still more to come - oh and there will be some M-t-F TG elements too. Enjoy~!


A Curious Slumber Party by Jigglypuff


The office was humming along in the usual way for a 2pm on a Wednesday. From the mazes of cubicles you could hear the clatter of many keyboards and the huddled conversations in Media Bright, one of the largest advertising media agencies in New York City. Heather Sheen was walking through the corridors, shielded from view by the high gray walls of the cube farms. She carried several bags which contained her work laptop and various folders filled with important paperwork and reams of data. This was the last time Heather would be walking through these offices for some time. Today she'll be starting a two-month long stint working from home, one guaranteed to her by her employer. She sneaked away from the offices uneventfully; unseen by most of her direct coworkers outside a brief meeting with her manager. The two receptionists were the only other people to see her off.

"Bye hun, take care of yourself," Helen said standing slightly from her ergonomic chair to give Heather a hug. Helen has been the receptionist at Media Bright for 15 years and had developed a bit of an attachment to some of the people at the company - especially Heather.

"Aw, thanks. I'll be fine, but don't worry I'll be in touch," Heather said in mid-hug with her face by Helen's ear.

Claire, the second receptionist, who was newer and less friendly with Heather waved from her chair ", See you later!"

Heather then left through the double glass doors, waving bye to the receptionists as she called an elevator. As she disappeared into an elevator, and the doors closed, Claire leaned over to Helen.

"So, she's, one?er?of those people?"

"Yeah, but she's a good egg," Helen quickly replied defensively. "Aside from not being around for a couple of months a year, she's just like anybody else who works here." Helen went back to typing up some notices and arranging the calendars for the many meeting rooms in the office. A few minutes passed before Claire decided to revisit the topic.

"Well, I never meet one of them before. Sounds like a pretty sweet deal though, getting to work from home for a couple of months."

"It's not a walk in the park for her though. She has to stay home most of the time 'cuz it's pretty dangerous for her to be out the way she gets?when it happens."

"So," Claire started, and by the look on Helen's face she knew what she was going to say. "?Have you seen what she looks like?"

Helen thought about it, Claire could see the internal struggle from her body language, and after a moment she started. "Well, a couple years ago the finance department had problems with the direct deposit and everybody had to get paper checks. She came in to pick her's up. She came very early the day after the checks were cut, pretty sure I was the only one who saw her." Helen might have a lot of loyalties to the people at her company, but the slightly smug look on her face gave away that she also enjoyed to gossip.

"Really?! What did she look like?"

"She had on a big pair of sunglasses and a dark coat, but you could tell it was her. Well, not exactly her, but like, a smaller her."

Claire had dozens more questions to ask but at that moment one of the executives walked by to make arrangements for an important client visit, breaking up their conversation. Right now similar conversations like this one were occurring all over the world. Soon, like clockwork, thousands of people will be experiencing a mysterious transformation. It won't be the exactly the same for each person, but it always occurs on the new moon of September. It all must have started hundreds of years ago but it stayed dormant until 25 years ago. When reports of the first transformations begun to come in, it brought panic. Nobody understood what was happening, what the causes or cures and at the height of the tension the transformees reverted back to their normal selves. It happened again the following year at the same exact time, but this time people were prepared and took solace in that fact. New transformees were added to the previous year's batch and two months later everybody was normal again. The exact causes of the transformations haven't been identified to this day; some astrophysicist think it may have to do with some recently discovered energy fields that may have been brought about by the positioning of certain celestial bodies but none of the tests they've run have been conclusive. Whatever the reason, it's beyond the capabilities of today's scientific community. Which is why most people consider the whole thing magic. This has caused a lot of problems for transformees, who are often victims of persecution and ridicule. Eventually, enough people became 'infected' that a relative of an influential politician became among the transformees and legislation was passed to protect their rights (after a couple years of lobbying). This was essential for many transformees to maintain a normal life. Heather took advantage of this law, working from home for two months out of each year.

While the cause of the transformations remains a mystery, what has been determined was how new cases were being 'infected'. People would come across unassuming objects and touch them, unaware that they have just been cursed. It's not a very logical reason, but somehow these cursed items have been scattered through out the globe, waiting for a victim. These items usually came in the form of very old carvings, dolls or other small works of art; experts have dated these artifacts from the 16th-18th century. Today most people know to keep away from any old thing that looks like it doesn't belong there; however it's usually young children that let their curiosity get the better of them. Children make up 85% of new transformees, a fact many parents are reminded about from all the warnings and news specials they get bombarded with every year.

Heather made it to the lobby and walked out with a friendly wave to the security guard at the main desk. He gave her a distracted wave back as he craned his head trying to get a better look at her. She was getting a lot of looks today, which normally would make her feel uneasy. That's why she usually dresses fairly conservative, especially for an attractive 27 year-old. But today, on the advice of her therapist, she was dressing much more provocatively. Heather was just a few hours away from her annual transformation, one that she's had to go through for the past 13 years. It started about 13 and a half years ago, just a few months before her 14th birthday, during a school field trip. Her class was going on a guided tour of one of the many unused subway stations in New York City. The one they were visiting, as most were, was abandoned in the early 1900's when the then many transit systems were being unified and the new trains just wouldn't fit in the station. Heather remembered thinking how beautiful the station was, barely touched in all those years, adorned with beautiful ceramic mosaics and stained glass. As her classmates were admiring a marble staircase, she noticed something glimmering in the shadows. She walked up to it and found what looked like a tiny gold coin, but she picked it up and took a good look at it and realized it was made of wood and painted gold. Little did she know, as she picked off a couple flecks of paint, that she had been cursed. It wouldn't be months, until September, that she would have her very first transform. But at the time she wouldn't know she had transformed at all; this realization would take years. That was because Heather's curse caused her to transform to the age when she picked up the wooden coin. At 13, she was a small, thin awkward girl with disproportionately long legs and arms topped with big hands and feet. Back then she was always tripping over things and bumping into people. For the next couple years she remained this gangly awkward young teen, until she was 16 where she finally began to blossom. Being a late bloomer masked her curse for years; it wasn't until she finally developed some curves that she finally knew what had happened when they all disappeared one fall evening.

The walk to the subway station was quicker than usual since it was so early in the afternoon, however she continued to get looks due to her clothing. Heather father was of Irish decent and her mother from the Dominican Republic. She inherited green eyes and a milky complexion from her father and dark luxurious hair and a curvaceous body from her mother. Heather would normally have something long on to hide her body, like a cardigan. Today, however, she was wearing a form fitting blazer over a low cut sweater and a push-up bra underneath, a pair of dark colored jeggings (those leggings that look like jeans) and 3 inch heels, which took her from an average 5'5" to an impressive 5'8". The heels caused her to make harsh landings on each step, which reverberated through out her body. This caused the straps on the push-up bra to dig into her - it took a lot to not wince with each step. However this all caused the desired effect, her large breasts jutted almost impossibly from her body and bounced violently with every step. The low cut sweater showed ample cleavage and gave everyone a good view of her firm, yet jiggling flesh. The tight jeggings left little to the imagination and accentuated her wide hips, long shapely legs and round perky ass; all of which quivered slightly with each step. It all was very uncomfortable but each man she passed by craned her neck as she walked by and she had a decent number of cat calls. She wasn't sure she should be doing this but her therapist was very persuasive, "you need to embrace your body, your sexuality - don't feel trapped by your transformation." Her words echoed in her mind each time she felt silly flaunting her body. She's been going to Dr. Keung for the past 5 years and it's been a great help dealing with the consequences of an adult becoming a child every year. She's even started participating in her group sessions, which is where she befriended Alex Gacad. Over the past two years they have become very good friends and confidants when it came to their curses. He's a 25 year-old graduate student attending NYU and getting his masters in Antiquities, a popular field of study in recent year. He was first cursed 3 years ago and is still adjusting to life with his annual transformation. Dr. Keung has seen this friendship bud and actually recommended that Alex, being cursed relatively recent, should spend some time with Heather during the first few days of his third transformation. Alex was very excited for this and actually arranged for this visit to occur immediately following their transformation, an hour after the change. Heather loved the idea and christened it their slumber party.

Heather loved how empty the N train was on her ride home. She got off at Union Square and stopped by a few shops to prepare for her visit. After a few more whistles and craned necks, she arrived at her apartment on 11th street. It was a rather large one-bedroom apartment that she wouldn't have been able to afford on her salary. It was due to a government grant that helped transformees find homes that were easily accessible to their work, with the purpose to preserve their safety. At first Heather felt bad taking advantage of the program, but the moment she saw the gleaming cherry wood floors and the spacious foyer, all at a third of the market value, all those negative feelings melted away. After laying the bags of groceries in the kitchen she checked her cellphone for voicemails. The notice on the screen told her that Alex had left her a message and as she pressed play she heard his deep voice and his image came to mind. He was of Filipino descent, tall (slightly over six foot) and his skin had a dark golden tone. His face was long and he had a pair of thick eyebrows that sat atop big brown almond shaped eyes.

"Hey, um, it's Alex. Just wanted to say hi and check in about tonight. I probably will call a car service to get me over to you. Let me know if you need me to bring anything. See ya, bye"

She grinned at the awkward message Alex left; thinking about the knack he had for leaving them. She quickly texted him back and told him not to worry about bringing anything and she can't wait for their party to start. After that she unpacked the groceries and put the perishables in the fridge or freezer. With that out of the way, she headed to her bedroom to shed the clothes that hugged her curvy frame. Heather's bedroom had the same shiney cherry wood floors and fit a queen sized bed, a pair of side tables and a large armoire while still having room for 22" LCD TV that sat on top a small stand in the corner. While the rest of the apartment had plenty of closets, oddly enough the bedroom was missing one. This always bothered her, but she made due with the armoire and the bedroom boasted 3 large windows with a nice view of the community garden hidden in the back of her apartment building. First thing she did was kick off the 3" heels and her feet throbbed with gratitude. Next she reached under her sweater and literally peel off the push-up bra that dug into her skin, tossing it into a corner thinking she probably wouldn't wear that again for a long time. She put on a pair of comfy sweatpants after taking off the jeggings, which left her legs a sweaty mess. Now in clothes she could easily move in, she finally set about to tidy up her apartment and set up for her get together.

First, Heather turned on the TV in the living room, she wasn't very interested on what was on but just wanted some noise to fill the apartment - it was a habit she had since childhood. After spending 2 hours picking up dirty clothes, plates and other trash she finally plopped on the sofa to rest. The channel she absent-mindedly turned the TV to was now showing a program on the curses and annual transformations. This was common on the night the transformations would occur, and was meant to educate and foster understanding. Sometimes, Heather felt, that it bordered on sensationalistic journalism; interviewing people with particularly bad transformations and even once, ten years ago, airing a recording of an actual transformation. So many people complained afterwards that it set off yet another protective law to ban the recording and airing of transformations. Although, thanks to the internet, it's not that difficult to find recordings on-line; much to the pleasure of fetishists all over the world.

"Based on our research," the female announcer said with a pie chart behind her, "a majority of transformations are in what we've called the "non-life altering" range, marked here at 85% in the blue piece of the pie. This includes changes such as colors of hair, eyes or skin and some minor shifts in height or weight. The rest are "life altering" and basically consist of any transformation that produces a major change in the body." Heather grinned as she knew that the announcers normally don't go into much detail here, as not to offend the transformees and their families. However it still made her think how lucky she was, comparatively speaking, and only changing into a 13 year-old. She knew some people had horrific changes, becoming things that were hardly human; it's no wonder that the curses are thought to be the inspiration of werewolves, vampires and other monsters. Still, she put it out of her mind and turned off the TV. As she got up she checked the time and saw that it was already 5:30pm, she had less than hour till sundown and the start of her change.

Going through the apartment for a final check, she grabbed a few stepping stools and made some items in her pantry easily accessible. She also closed all the curtains and put on a few scented candles. Setting the mood was another technique that Dr. Keung recommended in taking emotional control over transformations. She looked around the apartment for any last minute things and then smacked herself in the forehead when she realized she had forgotten to call her mother. Knowing a conversation would be both long and emotionally draining, she sent her a quick text telling her she was fine, she loved her and she'd call later.

With just 10 minutes left, she went to her bedroom, took off all her clothes and put on a basic, orange terrycloth robe. She stared at the full length mirror in her bedroom, keeping the front of the robe closed with her arms which made it look like she was hugging herself. Slowly, she let the front open and pulled back the robe more, little by little, baring more skin. Eventually she let the robe fall and stood stark naked in front of her full length mirror. At first her long black hair was draped in front of her, covering her breasts; but she grabbed a hair tie from her night stand and put her hair back up. With hands on her hips, she looked at her 27 year-old body. Large C-cup teardrop shaped breasts sat on her chest, topped with pink nipples which pointed upwards. She could still make out a red line under each breast, clear against her peaches and cream skin, where the push-up bra dug into her. With each index finger she traced the red line. Her green eyes stared back at her while she ran her hands down the side of her torso, passing her tapered, thin waist, out each wide hip and down her thick curvy backside and legs. She took a deep breath and felt something, like an invisible hand punched her in the stomach that sent waves of numbing shock through out her body. This was it, she steeled herself; she's been through this enough times to know that the transformation only lasted 30 minutes. She's not sure if this everybody's curses acted this way; but for the cursed brethren she's spoken to there had seemed to be a level of consistency.

For Heather, this only left about 2 minutes for each year in the 14 years her body would be traveling backwards, seconds for each month. The only changes she saw in the first 5 minutes was a reduction of in some puffiness under her eyes, which was a recent development Heather brought upon by long, late nights at work. She had just started combating this with various creams, which she always thought was ironic as she now not only defying age, but smacking it upside the head. Beads of sweat starting appearing, and trickling down her supple, goose bumped skin, which was typical of her transformations. There wasn't much discomfort, except that she breathed rather heavy during her change, which made it hard to talk.

She had always kept herself in great shape, jogging and doing yoga, so her body had toned and firm look. You'd think Heather was in the middle of a work out from the glow of her sweaty skin and her labored breathing. A bystander probably couldn't tell what was going on, not at first, unless they looked closely at tiny ripples that flowed through out her body; the super quick weight fluctuations in her body that moved in rapid speed like some time lapsed photo of a bridge being built. This fluctuation was most apparent in her breasts, as they seemed vibrate slightly. As the 10th minute rolled on by Heather noticed her face beginning to thin out slightly, as if somebody was slowly whittling tiny layers off the sides, making her eyes and lips look larger than before. She recognized herself from her college ID photo, and remembered how she used to hide herself in baggy sweatshirts and sunglasses during her transformation periods in school. As she looked at her body, she saw a softening beginning to occur around her, the toned features she previously had, begun to melt into her, becoming smoother, rounded. Several beads of sweat were now racing down her body, running down her neck and hugging the curves of her shimmering breasts. The fleshy orbs were heaving as she breathed hard, and she felt a couple of sweat drops flick off her large pink nipples, which looked puffier than before with a lighter shade of pink. They were also shifting, not just due to fluctuations in her weight, but they were becoming firmer. Slowly, they have been rising, creeping higher on her chest, like they were being re-inflated, moving centimeter by centimeter. Then, as if too much air was put it, moved like they burst, shrinking slightly, affecting only the flesh under her breasts, which made her nipples look much larger. She looked at her now B-cup breasts, which looked less teardrop but seemed to hang in more of a cone shape. She seemed to have lost about an inch in height and some weight, but it was hardly noticeable. Heather just passed her growth spurt before college, while she was still 17. A younger, rounder, but familiar face stared back at her in the mirror; her eyes looking larger than before. However before she could study her features any longer, there was a sudden lurch.

It was vicious, and all over her body she felt as if she was contracting. Her limbs shortened, especially her legs, and her torso looked as if it became compacted and incredibly thin. This was her growth spurt right before her 17th birthday, where she grew 5 inches, only this time in reverse. She was now 4ft 11in, about the size she was when she was 13; her arms were rail thin and her waist was almost the size of a man's thigh. However, her breasts and hips were nearly the same size as before. She looked at the impossible proportions of her 16 year-old self; B-Cup breasts looked incredibly large on her, making them seem larger than her C-Cup adult ones. They also hung from her body, supported by the magic of her pert, young firm skin. Her ass stuck out inches from her unbelievably thin waist, she turned sideways and arched her back slightly. She knew how this body made her look, simultaneously innocent, with it's tiny limbs and small stature, and seductive with the jiggling mounds of flesh that jutted out from in front and behind her. Her face was also much younger now, smaller, making it all look round. Her eyes also seemed to have become much larger, although it was just that everything else became smaller. She scrunched up her face, making a cute wrinkle appear above her now button-like nose. This body also reminded her how she learned about the seedier parts of life; how she could be betrayed by her own skin, how she attracted unwarranted attention. Sometimes, she remembered, the curse was a blessing, a reprieve from the advertising of a curvaceous body.

She didn't have to dwell on this much longer, as another minute passed and she saw the flesh on her chest vibrate intensely. Her shrinking body also seemed to produce more sweat, especially around her breasts, melting away like a candle. From B-Cup to A-Cup to just a pair of puffy pink nipples, in just a few moments the massive breasts were gone. What looked like a slight swelling was all that was left of them; tiny buds of her busty future. Immediately Heather stood up straighter, free of the heavy weight of her breasts. The rest of her seemed to be thinner than before, and her hips were now narrow and boyish. She looked to have shrunk another inch, and her face looked even smaller, rounder. After another couple of minutes, with no other changes, she felt the warmth leave and her breathing return to normal.

A scrawny girl was left in the wake of the change. She looked closely around her chest and saw the red line from her push up bra was still there, this made her laugh uncontrollably for a minute. "Well not much left to push up," she thought; the first few moments after her change usually left her in a good mood. She wasn't sure if it was her body getting used to a whole plethora of different chemicals and hormones, but she enjoyed it nonetheless. Leaning closer to the mirror, she gave her face a good look. Her eyes looked gigantic now, and her mouth looked big and wide, which left her lips look fleshy and pouty. Her ears stuck out, which used to bother her, but her hair was grown out; still styled like the adult Heather's. Still sweaty from her ordeal she quickly showered off before changing. She went to the armoire and took out a pair of underwear and sweatpants which looked age appropriate and an old shirt of her adult self, which hung on her like a dress. Refreshed, and full of energy she zoomed to the kitchen and begun to microwave some snacks for Alex's arrival.

Then it hit her, a thought she suppressed because it had made her nervous, but she had never let Alex see her transformed self and vice versa. Last year, during their 2 months of being transformed, they chatted a lot online but never met each other face-to-face. She knew Alex wouldn't be shocked, but she just wondered, perhaps he would treat her different. Of course, Alex must be thinking the same thing, she thought. Alex's transformation was not like Heather's, instead his curse causes him to change into a female version of himself. Pondering that for a moment, she then got excited, wondering what he must look like, and giggled, knowing she really shouldn't, at her male friend's feminine predicament.

[gladewalker]

Well that's quite a setup!
And very descriptive.
Kudos!

[aprilchange]

Awesome stuff... any more in the pipeline?

[jwyattguy]

I wish this had continued...

[godleydemon]

I decided to bump this. Not for requesting new material or to beg the writer who also happened to be one of my favorite artists for more. No, I'm bumping this to share this content, which may have been over looked or forgotten in the archives of the process.

I want any and all who may not have read this wonderful short to sit and enjoy. I still come by and read it every once in a while. SO my dear process members, young and old, pull up a chair and enjoy.

[tjlemke]

U talk really weird

[godleydemon]

Originally Posted by tjlemke

U talk really weird

Thou hast not offended me

[jigglypuff]

It's not AR, but the start of part 2 is in the TG section. :-)

-Grace