Chain Reaction

by Jennifer White

 

It was Blake's 22nd birthday, and all of his family came over to his new apartment. He had just moved in, since he finally had a decent job. He had moved all the things from his room at home, as well as some of his stuff from the basement. It was definitely a bachelor pad, with 3rd hand used silverware, the old cups that his folks no longer used from the kitchen, and the old sofas from the rec room in the basement.

The decorations were sparse, and those that he did put up were very male: posters of his favorite baseball and hockey teams, college banners, posters of rock bands, and so on. In the corner sat his amplifier and old electric guitar, which he played about once a month. Sports gear filled the closet. The fridge contained mostly beer and two boxes of leftover pizza.

And so the family members took it upon themselves to give him things this year to help out, giving him things he was lacking. His mom and dad gave him a microwave oven and a toaster. His older brother gave him a new TV. His younger brother gave him a DVD player. His sister gave him a set of towels for the bathroom. Last of all, came his Aunt Millie.

"I'm so excited for you" she said, as Blake picked up her box. It was wrapped very ornately, with a fancy ribbon hand-tied into a bow. He took the card, and quickly read it, setting it aside so he could get to the gift now. He tore off the paper, and tossed it into the open garbage bag with the empty boxes and wrapping paper from the other gifts.

He opened the lid to the box, and pulled the item out. It was a ceramic basket, filled with silk flowers. There were black eyed Susan's, daisies, daffodils, ferns and baby's breath artfully arranged.

"I thought it would liven the place up" she said.

"Um, thanks Aunt Millie" said Blake.

Inside, he was really disappointed. What use did he have for a silk flower arrangement? He needed lots of things, but not something stupid, frilly, feminine and decorative like this! He put it aside, and went into the kitchen with everybody to have some cake.

* * *

 

When the party was done, his family started to say their good-byes, and leave. His brothers drove Aunt Millie home, then his dad took off to hit the hardware store before going home. His sister Kate was the last one to leave. She gave him a hug, and said good-bye.

"Wait" said Blake. "Why don't you take Aunt Millie's thing? I'm not going to use it, and I'm sure you'd like it better, being a girl and all. You've got lots of stuff like this at your place."

"Blake! It was a gift! You can't just pawn it off on me. Yes, it looks out of place here at your swinging bachelor pad, but hey, it won't hurt you or anything. What if she ever comes to visit you again? You'll really hurt her feelings if its not here. Just put it on top of the cupboards over there, or put it in the window."

"Okay" said Blake, disappointed that he was going to have to keep the stupid thing.

"Bye-bye bro. See you Sunday for dinner at mom and dads."

"See you then" he replied. "By the way, thanks for fixing me up with your friend from work. We talked on the phone, and she sounds nice. I'm meeting her Saturday. I hope she's as good as she sounds on the phone."

"I told you bro, she's a little hottie. You're going to love her!"

"Thanks again. See you Sunday."

"Bye!"

 

Blake went about putting away the stuff he just got. He plugged in the microwave and toaster, put the TV on the floor (until he could afford a TV stand), and plugged it in. He watched a couple of shows, drank a few beers, then felt tired. He brushed his teeth, and went to bed.

It was a great birthday for him, other than the stupid flower thing from Aunt Millie. Maybe he would hide it in the closet, and just put it out when she came over. Yeah, that was what he would do. He didn't want some stupid girly thing like that being around *his* apartment.

* * *

 

While Blake slept, something strange happened. It started in the kitchen. Blake had put the flower arrangement in the window, as Kate had suggested. Now, while Blake was sound asleep, you could still see the flowers, even though it was dark in the room. They had a faint glow, like the silver shimmer from the moon at night. The glow spread out, and now the entire kitchen was faintly lit.

The window where the flowers were suddenly started to change, just a little. The bare curtain rod lost it's rust and corrosion, turning nice, clean and shiny. Yellow gingham curtain began to drape down from the curtain rod, parted in the middle. A the top of the window, a matching top piece appeared from the bar spanning the top. Now the window looked bright and cheerful, with the lovely curtains. A hanging stained glass piece in the shape of a butterfly appeared in the window as well, adding to the decor. The other kitchen window followed suit, with lovely matching curtains.

Meanwhile, other things were happening. The dull floor became clean and bright, as if it had been scrubbed. The walls became clean as well, and a decorative border appeared near the top, with pictures of milk bottles, eggs, fruit, veggies, and kitchen utensils. The countertops became spotless, and the contents on them started to change as well.

The black faced microwave and the silver toaster turned white. The old faded hot pad on the counter became like new, with a pretty floral pattern and a cheerful mix of pink and green colors. The towel hanging from the stove changed to a matching pattern, as did the oven mitt in the drawer.

The contents of the fridge were changing now. Healthy foods like salads, veggies and yogurt replaced the pizza. The beer changed into cartons of skimmed milk, diet pop, and bottled water. Basic supplies for cooking like eggs and margarine appeared in the empty spaces. The loaf of white bread turned into whole wheat. The last of the beer changed into bottles of white wine.

The outside of the fridge changed too: instead of a few magnets with logos of sports teams, it became covered with pictures of friends and family. There were several pictures of cute babies, and family portraits proudly displayed. Favorite cooking recipes appeared as well, held up by cute colorful decorative magnets in the shape of butterflies.

The utensils inside the drawers became neatly arranged. Pots and pans for cooking appeared in the empty cupboard. Needed supplies like sugar, flour and baking soda started to fill the shelves in the cupboard. Candle holders with scented candles appeared on the counters.

The kitchen had completely transformed. Instead of looking like a single guy lived there, it appeared like the kitchen that a woman would keep.

 

The silver glow from the kitchen spread now out the door, and into the living room. It went under the door, and into the little closet in the foyer. In the closet, several things started to change. First of all, the shoes on the floor. Tennis shoes started to change into smaller pairs, with red and pink colors instead of blue. The two pair of loafers also changed; one of them into pumps, the other into mules. And the pair of boots got smaller in the foot, grew a four inch heel, and got taller, as their material changed from brown leather, to shiny black vinyl.

The coats hanging in the closet also changed. The man's leather jacket changed into a full length women's winter coat. The navy blue spring windbreaker became white and yellow. The heavy winter jacket became a faux-mink. The mittens became women's gloves, and the warmup jacket turned pink.

Above, on the shelf, the baseball caps were changing into visors, and playful wide brimmed hats, with colorful ribbons tied around them. The baseball mitt became a softball glove, the basketball changed into a volleyball, the black hockey skates turned into white figure skates, and the hockey jersey turned into a sports bra.

 

The light was working it's magic in the living room, even as all this happened in the closet. Decorative throw pillows had appeared on the couch, while an area rug had formed on the bare hardwood floor. End tables had appeared, each with vases of fresh cut flowers, giving a nice floral scent to the room.

The bare walls now sported pictures. Framed prints from Monet, Gauguin, Renoir and Degas were now on the wall. Framed pictures of Blake's parents, brothers and sister were now set out on the end tables. In front of the couch, a coffee table had appeared. The pile of magazines from the floor was now neatly arranged on it, although Guitar magazine was now Glamour, Field and Stream was now the Marshall Fields catalog, and Maxim had become Marie Claire.

There were more candles set out in crystal holders. The shelf mounted on the wall was now dust free. The collection of shot glasses and beer mugs had changed to adorable Hummel figurines, with little boys and girls holding hands, tending sheep, or playing games.

The new TV was now on a stand, with the VCR. The collection of movies had been moved inside the cart, and neatly organized. However, instead of X rated movies and action pictures, the collection now mainly consisted of tear jerkers and dramas. Animal House had become Mean Girls. Girls Gone Wild had become De-Lovely. And Star Trek III had become Gone With The Wind. The guitar in the corner was now a sewing table, with a basket of yarn and knitting needles ready to go.

The living room was now complete. The silver glow now flowed out of that room, and into the bathroom.

 

Changes in the bathroom were numerous and quick. The bare tile floor became sparking clean, covered with a soft pink rug. The toilet became very clean, and a matching pink cover went over the seat lid. Instead of the extra rolls of toilet paper being stacked on the floor, the were now inside a decorative holder, with images of bright tropical fish on it.

The plain blue shower curtain was now semitransparent, with tropical fish swimming through a coral reef. Inside the shower, the various soaps and shampoos were now neatly stored in a white wire rack, hanging from the shower head. The cheap shampoo had changed into salon quality products, and there was now a conditioner there as well. The cheap soap became a scented moisturizing bar and an exfoliating bar as well. There was scented bath oils, and pink bubble bath. At the end of the wire rack hung a pink shaver.

The contents of the cabinet behind the mirror changed as well. Cologne became perfume. There were now cotton balls, q-tips, makeup remover, and isopropyl alcohol. Under the sink, there were now half used boxes of tampons and maxipads, along with unopened bottles of nail polish and jars of different creams. The drawer by the sink now contained tweezers, baby powder, and every possible kind of cosmetic you could imagine. The blue toothbrush in the cup changed too: it was now lilac purple. And of course there were more candles.

A blow dryer was now hanging by the mirror as well. More small prints of impressionist paintings were hung in fancy decorative gold frames, like you'd see at a museum. The entire character of the room had changed. Even the reading material in the magazine rack had been altered. Popular Mechanics was now People, and Muscle Man Magazine was now Martha Stewart Living.

 

The bathroom was done, and the silver glow moved into the bedroom. It rushed into the closet, and began it's work there. First came the hanging slacks. Some of them changed into capri pants, others into skirts of various lengths. Most of the denim blue jeans changed to women's jeans, except for one pair that became a denim skirt.

The T-shirts with sports team logos changed into V-neck tops, camis, and other frilly feminine attire. The logo of the Carolina Panther changed to a smiling pussy cat. The Arizona Cardinal became an embroidered butterfly. The Baltimore Oriole became a dove.

Boxes of high heeled shoes now sat in the corner, instead of a baseball card collection. The business suites had all changed too; some of them now had skirts, the rest were pants suits. There were also several full length formal dresses. The belts hanging from the bar were now wider, colorful, and decorated with studs or glittery fake jewels. The pajamas on the shelf had become nighties, neatly arranged on hangers. The copy of playboy hidden up on the top shelf changed too; it was now an issue of playgirl.

The sliver light now moved back into the bedroom, and surrounded the dresser. Inside, boxer shorts were morphing into panties. Plain white T-shirts were becoming bras, of every color and description. One was strapless. Two were cleavage enhancing push-up bras. Some were sports bras, others were lacy, while still others were decorated with embroidered roses.

In the sock drawer, there were now mostly anklets, rather than the high athletic socks. And there were also several pairs of nylons, some worn, some still in the unopened packs. One drawer now contained knickknacks, like old valentine cards and birthday cards from friends and family. Athletic shorts were now skirts. A gray workout T-shirt was now a women's athletic shirt, with a built-in bra. There was now a mirror atop the dresser. Mardi Gras beads hung from the side, along with a little clinging koala bear on the other side. Atop the dresser was a jewelry box, filled with earrings, necklaces, a diamond tennis bracelet, rings, and all sorts of other goodies. There were bottles of perfume on a silver tray. Lace doilies decorated the bare spaces.

The floor now had a light blue area rug, which matched the new sheets and hand sewn quilt on the bed. The pillows now had frilly edges. The bed itself now was a white with a canopy. A teddy bear collection sat on the shelf. The rock posters were gone, replaced with ones from great movies.

 

Everything in the whole apartment had changed, except for one thing: Blake. He was still asleep, and had not noticed any of what had just gone on. He hadn't even noticed how the T-shirt he had gone to sleep in had changed. It was now pink, extra long, oversized, with "Hello Kitty" on it. Nor had he noticed that his boxers he was wearing had also changed into white silky panties.

When he woke up with a start, he felt disoriented and confused. He smelled perfume. Everything seemed unfamiliar. He reached over to the night stand to turn on the light. Instead of his plain wooden lamp, it was white now, in the shape of an old oil burning lamp, decorated with pink flowers and green leaves.

He looked at the canopy bed, the pictures on the wall, the completely unfamiliar surroundings, and he felt an overwhelming panic. He got up, and ran to the rest room, to get a drink. There, he freaked out as he saw how the decorations had been changed. It was his place, but it looked like a girl live there now.

"I must be dreaming" he said. He poured himself a glass of water, but he didn't wake up. This was *real*. It was happening. He turned and looked in the mirror, and nearly jumped when he saw what he was wearing. He pulled it off and screamed in shock, as he saw that he was wearing panties. He ran into the bedroom, tearing them off as well. He opened up the drawer to his dresser, so he could put on something proper. But there was nothing in there to wear!

Why did he have bras in his dresser? Any nylons? And panties? Why were there lacy curtains on the window? Why did it look like a girl's room now? Oh no, this was terrible!

 

With the light on, Blake didn't notice that there was a silver glow throughout the room, nor that it was getting smaller and smaller, surrounding just him. When he finally noticed it, it seemed like a aura around him.

"What the heck..." he said.

Blake made a jerking motion, then froze in place, facing the mirror. He could not move, as the silver light completely surrounded him. His eyes bulged out, as he stared at himself, and saw his gradual but steady transformation.

At first, it was nothing significant. It looked like his body hair was getting finer and finer, harder and harder to see. And his hairline in the front got lower. That wasn't all bad, but the hair on his head wouldn't stop growing. It kept getting longer and longer.

It was about then that he noticed something: his stomach, above the hips, seemed narrower than it had been. It made the hips look wider in fact. As he watched in the mirror, this trend continued, more and more. He realized that soon he would have an hourglass figure. He realized that his hips were in fact getting wider now too.

That made him look up to his chest, where he gasped as he saw his nipples. There were much wider and darker than they had been before, and now they stuck out almost half an inch! As he watched, the flesh below them started to gradually swell up, forming a mound. He was growing boobs. No! Stop!

Blake felt himself getting shorter, which made him feel extremely powerless. His arms were getting thinner, his shoulders much less broad, his wrists smaller, and even his hands were getting thin and fine.

In a panic, Blake looked down between his legs. He was much smaller down there now, definitely smaller! It was shrinking, and he could actually see it getting smaller. He felt sick to his stomach. He felt weak and powerless. He just stared at it, as it got down under one inch in size. Suddenly, it all started to pull back up inside of him! In moments, where his manhood had been, there was nothing. Nothing but a vertical slit on a slightly mounded area.

"I'm a girl" he thought in revulsion and horror.

Blake's face was changing in the mirror too. His chin was pointer. His cheeks were different. In fact, he looked *pretty* in the face now. His height was much smaller now than before, at least eight inches. He now had a pussy between his legs. And his chest had continued to swell out. He was now at least a C cup, and the growth wasn't over yet.

The overall tone of his skin had changed, and now it had become soft and smooth. There was no sign on his face that he had ever grown a beard, as even the pores got smaller and finer. His hair was long, all the way down to his large nipples on the front.

Suddenly, Blake found that he could move. He brushed the long hairs back out of his eyes, and touched himself in sheer terror and panic. There were nothing between his legs, and his hands felt the moist opening down there! He moved his hands up higher, and cupped his large breasts with them. They matched his D cup bras he had seen in his dresser.

He felt a cold shiver all over, so he decided to get some clothes on. It was 7:00am, so he might as well get up now. He put on a pair of fresh panties, but he refused to wear a bra. He dug around though his closet until he found a shirt which wasn't totally obnoxiously feminine, and put it on. He refused to get a skirt on, opting instead of a pair of pants.

He put them on, and was horrified to find that the only came down a few inches below the knee, exposing the bottom of his legs. They also fit really tight in the crotch, as well as getting narrower at the waist, since they were meant to be worn above the hips.

Blake walked to the kitchen to get something to eat. He felt hungry. But with each step he took, he felt sicker and sicker: his boobs jiggled. And you could clearly see the nipples through the fabric of the shirt. The boobs rubbed against the insides of his arms, and they felt like they were in the way!

He came to the sad realization: he needed to put a bra on to control them. He went back to his room, and sadly put the bra on over them, to support them, keep them from jiggling as much, and to help hide his prominent nipples.

And he hated how much the pants seemed to accentuate his curves. He took them off, and replaced them with a loose fitting skirt. It felt terrible to wear one, but it was better than the pants. He went to get some leftover pizza to heat up in his new microwave, but he was in for quite a surprise when he saw what had happened to his kitchen.

"It looks like food for a chick" he said.

The first shock he felt, was because of his voice. It was no longer *his*. No longer the voice he heard when he spoke. It was a female voice, high in pitch, soft and smooth. He talked like a girl now!

But that led to the second shock he felt: he *was* a girl now. He *was* female.

 

After choking down some yogurt with fresh berries and a banana, Blake went to the living room. There were pictures on the walls and on the tables, of his family. He looked at them, and had to stare carefully to see something that looked wrong: in all of the pictures, where he should have been, was someone else. A girl. The girl he had become. She was smiling as she sat there with his sisters.

How could this be? How could the old photos be changed too? He needed some sanity. He decided that he *had* to call his sister Kate. He picked up the phone, and dialed her number.

"Hey sis" said Kate. "It's awful early for you to call. What's up?"

"Um, Kate, do you remember a brother at all?"

"What's gotten into you Megan? That's a stupid question! We never had a brother!"

"Do you remember Blake?"

"Who's that? One of your boyfriends? Oh, that reminds me, don't forget you've got a hot date coming over this afternoon. He's the biggest hunk, and he's dying to meet you. I'm sure you'll love him."

"Um, thanks. I've got to go" stammered Blake.

 

Megan? Kate thought he was Megan? And that he had always been her sister? What was wrong with Kate? How could she not understand what was going on? And she had set him up with a guy! A 'hunk' was not what he wanted! He wanted and needed a hot babe.

It was a chilling realization that *he* was a hot babe now. With a little work on the hair, a little makeup, and some better clothes, he could be quite stunning. A shiver rippled up and down his spine, as he realized at that moment, that he *wanted* to make himself look good. He *wanted* to look pretty for his date.

No! He didn't want to date a guy! Why was he having these feelings inside? He must be swimming in female sex hormones by now, but could they really change his brain this fast? Or was it something else? Was it the mysterious force which had transformed him and his apartment?

Every square inch of his place looked like it was owned by a woman. Every item was feminine. There was nothing male about his place. He looked down, and suddenly a wave of embarrassment swept over him: his legs weren't shaved, and they looked terrible. He went into the bathroom, and started running a bath. He poured in the scented bath oil, and hummed to himself as he lit some of the candles, then got into the tub.

He happily shaved his legs and armpits, and washed up all over. Occasionally, he would break out of his blissful relaxation, and feel a sense of dread that he was falling into female behavior, and he hadn't really even noticed it! He would struggle to maintain his true self, but before he knew it, he was thinking of what to wear, what makeup he would choose, and how he would do his hair.

"No! Don't think like this! Stop it!" he said to himself, as he dried off. He put the towel around his hair, and tied it up like a turban. After putting on the pink bathrobe, *she* walked into *her* bedroom, and started looking through the closet for just the right outfit.

Since it was a first date, she didn't want anything too fancy. And since she didn't really know her date, she didn't want to dress *too* sexy for him. So she picked out a casual outfit: a black sleeveless top, and her long khaki skirt. She picked out just the right shoes to go with it, something with a little heel, but also casual, in case they did some walking.

Megan did her hair, her makeup, and her nails, which were quite a mess. She cleaned up everything, and looked at herself in the mirror. She was so pretty, but she wasn't as pretty as Kate. She felt a little left out, to be the least pretty of the three sisters. But she would make up for it. She would be herself, and he would see who she *really* was inside. He would like her for who she was, and not just for her looks. Maybe this would be the one. The man of her dreams who she had been waiting for all her life.

Megan waited by the door. He would be here any moment. She straightened up everything again, as if it needed it, and she paced back and forth. Then, there was the sound of the doorbell ringing. Her date had arrived! She went to the door, took a deep breath, and opened it. She felt like such a lucky girl to have such a good life.

  

  

  

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