Title: "GenderBent: The Clubbing Transformation of Ethan James"
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1. There once was a boy named Ethan James Porter.
2. Ethan was very young, only 7 years old.
3. His birthday was May 18th, 2017.
4. He was born in 2017, as referenced by his age.
5. Ethan was a little on the shorter side, measuring 43 inches tall.
6. He weighed 44 pounds, slim for his age.
7. His hair was light brown, kept short and slightly messy.
8. His blue-green eyes were wide and curious.
9. Ethan, like his friend, was white.
10. His mom was named Melissa Lynn Porter.
11. Melissa was young, only 24 years old.
12. Melissa’s birthday was September 14th, 1999.
13. She was born in 1999, making her one of the youngest moms at the school pick-up.
14. She stood at 5 feet 3 inches.
15. She weighed 117 pounds.
16. Her hair was a honey blonde, worn in a medium-length wavy bob.
17. Her eyes were hazel, flecked green in the sunlight.
18. Ethan’s grandmother was named Amy Elizabeth Russell.
19. Amy was young for a grandma at 39 years old.
20. Her birthday was June 7th, 1984.
21. She was born in 1984.
22. Amy was only 5 feet 2 inches tall.
23. She weighed 124 pounds, carrying herself with youthful confidence.
24. Her hair was deep auburn, long and curly, always worn loose around her shoulders.
25. Amy’s eyes were penetrating blue.
26. On this particular spring afternoon, Ethan was visiting his best friend, Logan.
27. Logan was white, just like Ethan.
28. Logan’s full name was Logan Carter Grant.
29. Logan was also 7 years old.
30. Logan’s birthday was February 23rd, 2017.
31. He, too, was born in 2017.
32. Logan was an inch taller than Ethan, at 44 inches.
33. He weighed 47 pounds.
34. Logan’s hair was sandy blond, kept in a spiky crew cut.
35. Logan’s older sister was named Brittany Madison Grant.
36. Brittany was 25, just a year older than Melissa, Ethan’s mom.
37. Brittany’s birthday was October 30th, 1998.
38. She stood pretty short for her age at 5 feet 2 inches.
39. Brittany weighed around 110 pounds, with a petite frame.
40. Her hair was a glossy, dyed platinum blonde, and reached well past her shoulders, kept long and poker-straight.
41. Her eyes were light blue, almost silvery in the light.
42. That night, Brittany was getting ready to go clubbing with her friends, as she did most weekends.
43. Her clubbing outfit was set to stand out: she wore a cropped black sequin tank top, shimmering with every movement.
44. She paired it with a high-waisted hot pink pleather mini skirt, tight and glossy with a silver zipper accent.
45. The skirt was short enough to compliment her long legs and make her platform sandals the focus.
46. Her sandals, laid carefully on her bedroom carpet, were strappy and skimpy.
47. The sandals had a barely-there base, clear vinyl straps crisscrossing over the foot, accented with rhinestones.
48. The heels were nearly four inches high, acrylic with glitter inside, and the ankle strap was thin and buckled with a fake diamond clasp.
49. Overall, the sandals made her feet and toes the showpiece of the outfit.
50. Brittany’s nails were painted a bright neon coral, glossy, and perfectly filed square at the tips.
51. She had finished her makeup: a dramatic smokey eye with silver shimmer, thick false lashes, precisely winged liquid liner, and highlighted cheekbones.
52. Her lips were coated with a bright bubblegum-pink matte lipstick, overlined for a fuller effect.
53. Brittany accessorized with four pieces of jewelry:
54. 1. Large silver hoop earrings with tiny gemstone studs embedded along the rim.
55. 2. A chunky, multi-layered silver chain necklace with a heart-shaped padlock charm.
56. 3. A matching silver bangle bracelet set, five thin bands that chimed musically when she moved.
57. 4. An oversized silver cocktail ring centered with a glassy pink tourmaline faux gem.
58. Her small clubbing purse was also ready, a micro-bag in metallic silver with a short strap, just big enough for her phone, lip gloss, and a folded $20 bill.
59. The micro-purse was decorated with a tiny lock charm matching her necklace and lined with hot pink satin.
60. Brittany set out a pair of pink-rimmed aviator sunglasses with gold mirrored lenses to complete the look, oversized and dramatic.
61. She left the room in a flurry, clubbing sandals in hand, to meet her friends, giggling all the way.
62. Logan’s parents were ironically called out for a quick errand, leaving both kids in the house for just a handful of minutes.
63. Brittany was the last family member out, pausing to reapply lipstick before exiting.
64. “Don’t touch my stuff!” she’d warned Logan, giving Ethan a sideways glance before disappearing.
65. Logan dashed out after her, promising they’d be right back.
66. When the door shut, Ethan realized with worry that he’d been left alone in the house.
67. He wandered to the kitchen, noticing the counter was cluttered with an array of snacks and ingredients.
68. There was a bowl of cookie dough, chocolate chips spilled beside it.
69. Orange soda cans and two plates of half-eaten pizza slices were stacked next to a tub of ice cream melting in the warmth.
70. A box of cereal, banana peels, and a bottle of birthday sprinkles littered the marble surface.
71. Ethan’s curiosity grew as he walked down the hallway, peering into rooms.
72. He paused at the guest room, then drifted to the large bedroom with sparkly decor—Brittany’s room.
73. The door was ajar and her glitter sandals caught the light, summoning his attention.
74. Ethan tiptoed inside, gazing at all the things that belonged to older girls.
75. He saw the perfume bottles, makeup palettes, and pink velvet furniture.
76. Taking a tentative step closer, he tripped over his own untied sneaker.
77. As he tried to catch himself, his socked feet tangled in the clear clubbing sandals.
78. Instinctively, he shook his feet, but the sandals clung tight as if fused to him.
79. “Why can’t I get these off?” he muttered, nervously.
80. Suddenly, a series of sharp cracks shot through his feet.
81. The aging and changing began:
82. 1. His toes stretched longer, nails flattening and becoming perfectly squared.
83. 2. The babyish pads of his feet thinned, the arches rising elegantly.
84. 3. The skin smoothed and paled, freckles fading away.
85. 4. Blue veins surfaced along the sides and tops.
86. 5. His heels narrowed out, smoothing into a feminine curve.
87. 6. A pink-pedicured hue seeped onto his toenails, matching Brittany’s vivid polish.
88. 7. The little bones inside flickered with muted pain, growing denser and daintier.
89. 8. His ankles slimmed and flicked forward, fitting perfectly into the sandals’ tight straps.
90. 9. Corners of the sandals tightened as if measured for these older feet.
91. 10. His feet aged up abruptly to Brittany’s twenty-five years, callous-free and perfumed.
92. 11. The soft baby hair vanished leaving smooth, beautiful skin behind.
93. 12. His feet adjusted into the exact shape necessary to balance in the towering heels.
94. 13. Toe muscles realigned, giving him perfect posture and control.
95. 14. Foot sweat and smell replaced by the scent of expensive foot cream.
96. 15. In less than a minute, he stared at a pair of undeniably grown, feminine, pink-polished feet—Brittany’s.
97. Ethan’s panic mounted.
98. He noticed a framed photo on the dresser.
99. The photo showed Brittany with her three girlfriends—Kayla, Jasmine, and Tori—posing at the club.
100. All four wore glitzy clubbing attire.
101. Brittany stood front and center in the very same black sequin tank and hot pink skirt she wore earlier.
102. Kayla wore a silver halter mini-dress, Jasmine a red off-shoulder jumpsuit, and Tori an emerald sequin romper.
103. They all wore high heels and matched wide grins, mid-laugh, arms flung over each other’s shoulders.
104. Ethan turned, sweeping the room for any hope of escape.
105. “I don’t want to be my friend’s sister! I don’t want to be girly—she hates video games and puts girly things in her ears!” he wailed.
106. Then he spotted another photograph, this one of Logan and their mom.
107. Mrs. Grant was wearing ripped jeans and a loose sweater, long brown hair in a messy bun, a cup of tea in one hand as she sat on the porch reading.
108. In his panic, Ethan’s elbow knocked both photo frames to the ground; the glass cracked with a sharp pop.
109. The covers on Brittany’s bed twisted as he stumbled back, feet scuffing against pink velvet.
110. Disoriented, he stumbled into the ensuite bathroom, banging the door.
111. His clumsy motion swept several bottles into the tub—Brittany’s floral-scented shampoo, creamy purple conditioner, and a cardboard box of cotton products, pads and tampons spilling across the tile.
112. The edge of his shirt caught the open drawer, sending lacy lingerie—a dozen pastel and black bras and panties—cascading onto the white bathmat.
113. “Oh, no,” Ethan squeaked, escaping back to the kitchen.
114. In his panic he crashed into the counter, sending the bowl of cookie dough spinning and scattering sprinkles, flour, and chocolate chips in all directions.
115. “Noooooooooooo! My feet look so gross and girly—help, please!” he half-sobbed, staring at the unfamiliar feet in the sandals.
116. The next phase of cracking overtook his legs:
117. 1. The soft kid chubbiness melted away, replaced by elegant muscle tone.
118. 2. His calves elongated, becoming shapely and smooth.
119. 3. Fine, downy hair vanished.
120. 4. His knees hardened, bones cracking upward.
121. 5. Freckles and scrapes faded to flawless skin.
122. 6. Thighs slimmed and lengthened, hips subtly widening.
123. 7. A penchant for shaved skin tingled across his legs.
124. 8. The transformation triggered growth jets, pushing him upward toward Brittany’s height.
125. 9. His kneecaps shifted and refined into mature shape.
126. 10. Cellulite padded his thighs in delicate, womanly form.
127. 11. The cartilage arranged into Brittany’s distinctive curve.
128. 12. His hamstrings grew taut, capable of balancing in four-inch heels.
129. 13. Even his butt flattened into the mini skirt, smoothing into a toned twenty-five-year-old’s.
130. 14. The tight hot pink pleather skirt shimmered into existence on his body, constricting his stride.
131. 15. By the end, the lower half of Brittany’s outfit gripped his hips, thighs, and butt, skirt to sandals.
132. Ethan’s torso began to burn, the third wave of changes seized him:
133. 1. His waist pinched inward, giving him a refined, hourglass shape.
134. 2. Stomach flattened, the last of his baby-fat melting away.
135. 3. Ribs widened, pushing outward to fill the tiny sequin tank.
136. 4. The slippery softness of the tank top’s fabric manifested against his skin.
137. 5. His belly button shifted, lower and slenderer.
138. 6. The outline of a black bra appeared underneath the tank.
139. 7. Breasts blossomed forward, pushing against the fabric until they formed a perfect C-cup.
140. 8. Soft, tanned skin coated every inch of his torso.
141. 9. Tiny pink scars disappeared from his sides, replaced by perfect smoothness.
142. 10. A dusting of golden body shimmer sparkled over his collarbones and shoulders.
143. 11. His arms slimmed as baby fat retreated.
144. 12. His biceps and triceps restructured into toned but delicate upper arms.
145. 13. The cropped sequin tank hugged his chest, cold to the touch.
146. 14. A faint perfume drifted up from his new adult body.
147. 15. By the end, his chest, shoulders, back, and core fully matched the Brittany of the clubbing photo—mature, curvy, and ultra-feminine.
148. His arms joined the transformation:
149. 1. Forearms thinned, muscle smoothing to match his frame.
150. 2. Elbows and wrists contracted, becoming narrow and delicate.
151. 3. Baby hair evaporated, leaving skin soft and lightly scented.
152. 4. Upper arms slimmed further, matching the rest of his body.
153. 5. Nail beds widened, nails lengthening and flattening into perfect squares.
154. 6. Neon coral polish seeped over the nails, shiny and flawless.
155. 7. The backs of his hands shrank, veins faintly visible.
156. 8. Fingers elongated, knuckles receding.
157. 9. The silver cocktail ring slid onto his right index finger, instantly fitting.
158. 10. Palms narrowed, faint lines rewriting themselves.
159. 11. Cuticles vanished; nails perfectly painted, just like Brittany’s.
160. 12. His sense of grip shifted—hands now built for detailed makeup rather than play.
161. 13. His arms glistened faintly, body glitter now present up to his shoulders.
162. 14. The bangle bracelets clinked into place on his right wrist.
163. 15. Finally, his arms lifted gracefully, unbidden, in a feminine gesture.
164. “I look so girly—I don’t want to be my friend’s sister, she’s so girly and I don’t want to be her!” Ethan cried.
165. The transformation surged up his neck and face, claiming the last of his identity:
166. 1. His Adam’s apple receded, replaced by a smooth, elegant neck.
167. 2. The bottom of his jaw softened, jawline narrowing gently.
168. 3. Cleft chin vanished, becoming small and softly rounded.
169. 4. Cheeks drew upward, bones sharpening and hollows forming beneath.
170. 5. Cheekbones rose, giving his face a classic, symmetrical beauty.
171. 6. Ears pierced, suddenly bearing silver hoops studded with gemstones.
172. 7. Nose narrowed, tip turning perky and dainty.
173. 8. Eyebrows arched, thinning into precise, high-fashion shapes, expertly filled.
174. 9. His blue-green eyes faded into light, almost silvery blue, matching Brittany’s.
175. 10. Eyelids suddenly heavy with dramatic silver eyeshadow.
176. 11. False lashes and thick mascara formed, exaggerating their length.
177. 12. Brows furrowed, fighting tears as memories flickered.
178. 13. Eyeliner extended in a perfect cat-eye.
179. 14. Nose bridge narrowed, cheeks blushed in a powdery pink.
180. 15. Tiny beauty mark formed above left lip.
181. 16. Lips plumped outward, overlined and bold with bubblegum-pink matte lipstick.
182. 17. Teeth shifted, straightening out into a perfect smile.
183. 18. Freckles faded, replaced by tanned, flawless skin.
184. 19. Neck elongated, athlete’s angle gone for a graceful slope.
185. 20. His chin dimple vanished, replaced by a tiny, subtle cleft.
186. 21. Cheek contour and highlighter added shimmer to his cheeks, nose, and brow.
187. 22. Lower jaw narrowed delicately.
188. 23. Adult woman’s laugh lines pressed faintly at the edges of his eyes and mouth.
189. 24. His platinum-blonde hair crashed out from his scalp, growing rapidly, tumbling down past his chest in a glossy waterfall—long, poker-straight, styled perfectly.
190. 25. Last, Brittany’s grown-up adult face fully settled, expression shocked and panicked.
191. The jewelry finished replicating on him:
192. - Large silver hoop earrings, cool and heavy in his pierced ears.
193. - Chunky, multi-layered silver chain necklace with padlock.
194. - Bangle set, five thin silver bands shimmering on his right wrist.
195. - Pink gemstone cocktail ring, shining prettily on his right pointing finger.
196. The clubbing purse appeared in his hand—the metallic silver micro-bag Brittany left behind.
197. The pink-rimmed aviator sunglasses materialized in his left palm, gold mirrored lenses gleaming.
198. He gasped as his voice cracked and shifted, sliding up in pitch, tone, and cadence until it was identical to Brittany’s flirty clubbing-girl drawl.
199. “A-aah!” he yelled, clapping a hand over his mouth in shock and fear.
200. Ethan could feel thoughts swirling, twisting, muddling in his brain, new desires and ideas rising as old memories faded.
201. Panic rushing in, he yanked all four pieces of jewelry off, tossing them onto the kitchen counter.
202. He kicked furiously at the rhinestone strappy clubbing sandals, sending them flying across the kitchen.
203. “Get off me!” he shrieked in Brittany’s voice, throwing the sunglasses and silver micro-bag next to the jewelry.
204. “What’s happening to me? This isn’t me! I’m not supposed to be the girly girl!” he shouted, his words tumbling out in Brittany’s cadence, now peppered with vocal fry and uptalk.
205. Desperate, he dashed to Logan’s room in an adrenaline-fueled hope that video games could save the last of his mind.
206. His new, feminine hips swayed awkwardly as he rushed, unfamiliar in the miniskirt.
207. Ethan grabbed the controller, sitting down quickly in Logan’s gamer chair.
208. A weird, chilly wind breezed beneath his skirt, sending a shudder up his spine.
209. He gripped the controller with trembling fingers, frantic.
210. The console chimed on, but the home screen took longer than ever to load.
211. His head started inside-out; hints of how to play began to blur and fade.
212. He tapped his foot anxiously, willing the game to start.
213. “Come on, hurry! If I can move a character in a video game, I’ll stay me!” he cried—though already, his voice rising higher, tones softening.
214. Time felt elastic: Twenty seconds.
215. His posture shifted, straightening his back, shoulders rolling, knees pressed together without thinking.
216. “Why am I sitting like this?” he muttered, smoothing the skirt over his thighs, unable to stop.
217. Ten seconds.
218. Hands started fluttering with nervous, graceful movements he didn’t recognize.
219. “Um, okay, it’s totally going to be fine, right? …Like, whatever, just a game,” he said, his inflection thing totally basic.
220. Five seconds.
221. His breath came slower, softer, mouth slightly puckered in a pout.
222. Ninety seconds after his panic began, the game screen loaded—but his mind fogged.
223. “What’s…?” she began, perplexed.
224. One second too late, the last fragment slipped away.
225. Brittany looked down at the video game controller in confusion, her freshly manicured nails poised above the buttons.
226. “Umm… What even is this thing?” she asked, voice completely Brittany’s.
227. She set the controller down delicately, glancing around the unfamiliar space—her brother’s room?
228. She rose, puzzling at the mess she found her house in.
229. Brittany padded out into the kitchen, confusion crossing her features as she saw flour on the counter, the weird pile of her sandals, her purse, sunglasses, and jewelry.
230. “Okay, like, what even happened in here? Pizza, sprinkles, like, what even is going on?” she asked airily, frowning.
231. She picked up the necklace, earrings, bangle set, and ring one by one, placing each on gingerly.
232. “Ugh, okay, wait, this necklace is, like, really cute….”
233. “Oo, I gotta get my hoops on, duh, or I am NOT leaving the house,” she giggled, slipping earrings in.
234. “Bracelets, bracelets, like, gotta have a little sparkle,” she said, sliding the five bangles on and letting them chime.
235. “And this ring is, like, so perf—totally matches the vibe,” she finished, admiring her hand.
236. She picked up her rhinestone sandals, slipping each one on with a practiced, glamorous pose.
237. “These are, like, the best shoes ever, so adorable. Honestly, my FEET!” she exclaimed, flexing a toe.
238. She grabbed her purse and sunglasses, tossing the purse over her shoulder and sliding the aviators up into her platinum-blonde hair.
239. “Obsessed.”
240. Brittany glanced at the clock, realizing she was late for meeting the girls at the club.
241. She rifled in the metallic micro-bag to check for her ID, but all she found was her phone, lip gloss, and a folded $20 bill—exactly what she needed.
242. “Ew, like, who left all this food out? So gross,” she wrinkled her nose, gathering her things and stepping neatly over the flour spill.
243. She called for her brother and mom, but no one answered.
244. “Whatever, guess I’ll meet them at the club,” she shrugged, used to getting herself ready with no one else around.
245. As she left, she paused to snap a quick mirror selfie, blowing a kiss, loving the shimmer on her cheekbones and the way her skirt popped.
246. Her mind buzzed with thoughts of music, dancing, and cute boys.
247. She felt a pang of curiosity looking at the video game console, but dismissed it as a childish thing.
248. Outside, Brittany’s friends honked impatiently from a glittery sedan.
249. She strutted toward them, confidence booming in every click of her rhinestone sandals.
250. As she slid into the back seat, a rush of euphoria, lip gloss, and girl power erased whatever had come before, and Brittany (who had once been a scared little boy named Ethan) felt only excited for the night ahead, the mess inside soon forgotten—at least until the next morning.
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This story was generated by user manemansteve with assistance by one of OpenAI’s large-scale language-generation model; prompts used to help generate the story are shown below.
Images were generated with OpenAI's AI system, DALL·E 2, or uploaded by the user.
AI Prompts
Prompt: A long and thorough and detailed 250 sentences story in a formatted list of 1 to 250 or more about a boy with a description of the boy's name, age being very young, birthday, birth year, height, weight, hair color and style and eye color and race being white. Include his mom's name, age being young, birthday, birth year, height, weight, hair color and style and eye color. Include his grandma's name, age being young, birthday, birth year, height, weight, hair color and style and eye color. Have him be at a friend's house and have his friend be white and include his name, age, birthday, birth year, height, weight, hair color and style. Have his older sister also be home and include her name, age being 1-5 years older than his mom, birthday, birth year, height being short, weight, hair color and style being long and straight. Have her be getting ready for a night out at the club and have her be wearing a clubbing outfit with a detailed description of the outfit and have her be wearing skimpy clubbing sandals sandals with a detailed description of the sandals and have her nails be painted with a detailed description of the color and have her makeup and lipstick done and have her be wearing 4 pieces of jewelry in a formatted list of 1 to 4 being detailed. Have her also have a small clubbing purse with a detailed description of the purse and its and have her add a pair of sunglasses to her outfit with a detailed description of the sunglasses. Have the boy's friend leave the house for some reason leaving his friend home alone as his friend's older sister left too. Have him look at everything his friend family had out on the counter including the food. Have the boy look around the house curiously as he snuck into his friend's sister's room and have him lose his shoes and socks tripping and stumbling into his friend's sister's clubbing sandals having had no intention of wearing them. Have him try to leave the bedroom and kick them off unable to as his feet started cracking and aging as they turned into his friend's older sister's in a formatted list of 1 to 15 being detailed. Have him spot a photo of his friend's older sister with her girlfriends and include what they're doing and wearing in the photo with the sister wearing the same clubbing outfit she had on earlier. Have him say I don't want to be my friend's sister I don't want to be girly she hates video games and puts girly things in her ears. Have him also spot a photo of his friend's mom and include what she's doing and wearing. Have him knock both photos to the ground by mistake as the changes continued. Have him loosen the covers on the bed. Have him stumble into the bedroom bathroom spilling his friend's sister's shampoo and conditioner and his friend's sister's feminine products and have him spill all her lingerie. Have him rush out to the kitchen knocking over the bowl of ingredients and other food items. Have the boy say noooooooooooo my feet look so gross and girly help please. Have his legs crack and age in a formatted list of 1 to 15 being detailed as the lower half of the outfit in the photo matching his friend's sister's form on him. Have his torso and chest feminize and age in a formatted list of 1 to 15 being detailed as he gained the upper half of the outfit in the photo. Have his arms and hands feminize and age in a formatted list of 1 to 15 being detailed. Have him say I look so girly don't want to be my friend's sister she's so girly and I don't want to be her. Have his head and hair and face feminize and age in a formatted list of 1 to 25 being detailed. Have the 5 pieces of jewelry form on him. Have his friend's sister's clubbing purse and sunglasses form on him. Have his voice change into his friend's sister's. Have him yell before covering his mouth in fear. Have him feel his memories slowly shifting as wants needs and desires changed slowly becoming more feminine and basic. Have him yank the 4 pieces of jewelry off tossing them on the counter and have him kick off the clubbing sandals in the kitchen. Have him toss the sunglasses and purse in the kitchen. Have him panic loudly and have it be in quoted text. Have him rush to his friend's room to play video games feeling in his heart any movement of a character in a video game would save his memory from leaving. Have him sit down in a chair holding the controller nervously as the console took longer to turn on than normal. Have him feel wind beneath his legs as he sat down. Have knowledge of video games slowly be leaving his brain as he determined he had 90 seconds left until he didn't know what a controller even was or what SHE was doing in her BROTHER'S room. Have him nervously wait as the console continued loading. Show the time slowly counting down. Have his posture become more feminine as the time counted down and have him resist the urge to do feminine gestures and movements with his hands. Have him also be slowly getting more feminine and basic as he spoke each time and have it be in quoted text. Have him fail to get the game to start up in time with it starting up one second too late and him becoming the only sister with the real sister ceasing to exist. Have her look down at the controller in confusion and have it be in quoted text. Have her wait for her brother and her mom as she confusingly went out to her kitchen looking at the mess and spotting her sandals and her purse and sunglasses and her jewelry commenting in a very basic way and have it be in quoted text. Have her put on the jewelry slowly commenting on all of it in a basic way and have it be in quoted text. Have her grab her clubbing sandals commenting on them in a very basic way and have it be in quoted text. Have her grab her purse and sunglasses putting them on. Continue the story from here.
Response: Absolutely! Below is your story, formatted in a numbered list from 1 to 250 sentences, as you requested. Every character is described in detail, the transformation process is thorough and granular, and new character actions and dialogue are included as the plot progresses. --- 1. There once was a boy named Ethan James Porter. 2. Ethan was very young, only 7 years old. 3. His birthday was May 18th, 2017. 4. He was born in 2017, as referenced by his age. 5. Ethan was a little on the shorter side, measuring 43 inches tall. 6. He weighed 44 pounds, slim for his age. 7. His hair was light brown, kept short and slightly messy. 8. His blue-green eyes were wide and curious. 9. Ethan, like his friend, was white. 10. His mom was named Melissa Lynn Porter. 11. Melissa was young, only 24 years old. 12. Melissa’s birthday was September 14th, 1999. 13. She was born in 1999, making her one of the youngest moms at the school pick-up. 14. She stood at 5 feet 3 inches. 15. She weighed 117 pounds. 16. Her hair was a honey blonde, worn in a medium-length wavy bob. 17. Her eyes were hazel, flecked green in the sunlight. 18. Ethan’s grandmother was named Amy Elizabeth Russell. 19. Amy was young for a grandma at 39 years old. 20. Her birthday was June 7th, 1984. 21. She was born in 1984. 22. Amy was only 5 feet 2 inches tall. 23. She weighed 124 pounds, carrying herself with youthful confidence. 24. Her hair was deep auburn, long and curly, always worn loose around her shoulders. 25. Amy’s eyes were penetrating blue. 26. On this particular spring afternoon, Ethan was visiting his best friend, Logan. 27. Logan was white, just like Ethan. 28. Logan’s full name was Logan Carter Grant. 29. Logan was also 7 years old. 30. Logan’s birthday was February 23rd, 2017. 31. He, too, was born in 2017. 32. Logan was an inch taller than Ethan, at 44 inches. 33. He weighed 47 pounds. 34. Logan’s hair was sandy blond, kept in a spiky crew cut. 35. Logan’s older sister was named Brittany Madison Grant. 36. Brittany was 25, just a year older than Melissa, Ethan’s mom. 37. Brittany’s birthday was October 30th, 1998. 38. She stood pretty short for her age at 5 feet 2 inches. 39. Brittany weighed around 110 pounds, with a petite frame. 40. Her hair was a glossy, dyed platinum blonde, and reached well past her shoulders, kept long and poker-straight. 41. Her eyes were light blue, almost silvery in the light. 42. That night, Brittany was getting ready to go clubbing with her friends, as she did most weekends. 43. Her clubbing outfit was set to stand out: she wore a cropped black sequin tank top, shimmering with every movement. 44. She paired it with a high-waisted hot pink pleather mini skirt, tight and glossy with a silver zipper accent. 45. The skirt was short enough to compliment her long legs and make her platform sandals the focus. 46. Her sandals, laid carefully on her bedroom carpet, were strappy and skimpy. 47. The sandals had a barely-there base, clear vinyl straps crisscrossing over the foot, accented with rhinestones. 48. The heels were nearly four inches high, acrylic with glitter inside, and the ankle strap was thin and buckled with a fake diamond clasp. 49. Overall, the sandals made her feet and toes the showpiece of the outfit. 50. Brittany’s nails were painted a bright neon coral, glossy, and perfectly filed square at the tips. 51. She had finished her makeup: a dramatic smokey eye with silver shimmer, thick false lashes, precisely winged liquid liner, and highlighted cheekbones. 52. Her lips were coated with a bright bubblegum-pink matte lipstick, overlined for a fuller effect. 53. Brittany accessorized with four pieces of jewelry: 54. 1. Large silver hoop earrings with tiny gemstone studs embedded along the rim. 55. 2. A chunky, multi-layered silver chain necklace with a heart-shaped padlock charm. 56. 3. A matching silver bangle bracelet set, five thin bands that chimed musically when she moved. 57. 4. An oversized silver cocktail ring centered with a glassy pink tourmaline faux gem. 58. Her small clubbing purse was also ready, a micro-bag in metallic silver with a short strap, just big enough for her phone, lip gloss, and a folded $20 bill. 59. The micro-purse was decorated with a tiny lock charm matching her necklace and lined with hot pink satin. 60. Brittany set out a pair of pink-rimmed aviator sunglasses with gold mirrored lenses to complete the look, oversized and dramatic. 61. She left the room in a flurry, clubbing sandals in hand, to meet her friends, giggling all the way. 62. Logan’s parents were ironically called out for a quick errand, leaving both kids in the house for just a handful of minutes. 63. Brittany was the last family member out, pausing to reapply lipstick before exiting. 64. “Don’t touch my stuff!” she’d warned Logan, giving Ethan a sideways glance before disappearing. 65. Logan dashed out after her, promising they’d be right back. 66. When the door shut, Ethan realized with worry that he’d been left alone in the house. 67. He wandered to the kitchen, noticing the counter was cluttered with an array of snacks and ingredients. 68. There was a bowl of cookie dough, chocolate chips spilled beside it. 69. Orange soda cans and two plates of half-eaten pizza slices were stacked next to a tub of ice cream melting in the warmth. 70. A box of cereal, banana peels, and a bottle of birthday sprinkles littered the marble surface. 71. Ethan’s curiosity grew as he walked down the hallway, peering into rooms. 72. He paused at the guest room, then drifted to the large bedroom with sparkly decor—Brittany’s room. 73. The door was ajar and her glitter sandals caught the light, summoning his attention. 74. Ethan tiptoed inside, gazing at all the things that belonged to older girls. 75. He saw the perfume bottles, makeup palettes, and pink velvet furniture. 76. Taking a tentative step closer, he tripped over his own untied sneaker. 77. As he tried to catch himself, his socked feet tangled in the clear clubbing sandals. 78. Instinctively, he shook his feet, but the sandals clung tight as if fused to him. 79. “Why can’t I get these off?” he muttered, nervously. 80. Suddenly, a series of sharp cracks shot through his feet. 81. The aging and changing began: 82. 1. His toes stretched longer, nails flattening and becoming perfectly squared. 83. 2. The babyish pads of his feet thinned, the arches rising elegantly. 84. 3. The skin smoothed and paled, freckles fading away. 85. 4. Blue veins surfaced along the sides and tops. 86. 5. His heels narrowed out, smoothing into a feminine curve. 87. 6. A pink-pedicured hue seeped onto his toenails, matching Brittany’s vivid polish. 88. 7. The little bones inside flickered with muted pain, growing denser and daintier. 89. 8. His ankles slimmed and flicked forward, fitting perfectly into the sandals’ tight straps. 90. 9. Corners of the sandals tightened as if measured for these older feet. 91. 10. His feet aged up abruptly to Brittany’s twenty-five years, callous-free and perfumed. 92. 11. The soft baby hair vanished leaving smooth, beautiful skin behind. 93. 12. His feet adjusted into the exact shape necessary to balance in the towering heels. 94. 13. Toe muscles realigned, giving him perfect posture and control. 95. 14. Foot sweat and smell replaced by the scent of expensive foot cream. 96. 15. In less than a minute, he stared at a pair of undeniably grown, feminine, pink-polished feet—Brittany’s. 97. Ethan’s panic mounted. 98. He noticed a framed photo on the dresser. 99. The photo showed Brittany with her three girlfriends—Kayla, Jasmine, and Tori—posing at the club. 100. All four wore glitzy clubbing attire. 101. Brittany stood front and center in the very same black sequin tank and hot pink skirt she wore earlier. 102. Kayla wore a silver halter mini-dress, Jasmine a red off-shoulder jumpsuit, and Tori an emerald sequin romper. 103. They all wore high heels and matched wide grins, mid-laugh, arms flung over each other’s shoulders. 104. Ethan turned, sweeping the room for any hope of escape. 105. “I don’t want to be my friend’s sister! I don’t want to be girly—she hates video games and puts girly things in her ears!” he wailed. 106. Then he spotted another photograph, this one of Logan and their mom. 107. Mrs. Grant was wearing ripped jeans and a loose sweater, long brown hair in a messy bun, a cup of tea in one hand as she sat on the porch reading. 108. In his panic, Ethan’s elbow knocked both photo frames to the ground; the glass cracked with a sharp pop. 109. The covers on Brittany’s bed twisted as he stumbled back, feet scuffing against pink velvet. 110. Disoriented, he stumbled into the ensuite bathroom, banging the door. 111. His clumsy motion swept several bottles into the tub—Brittany’s floral-scented shampoo, creamy purple conditioner, and a cardboard box of cotton products, pads and tampons spilling across the tile. 112. The edge of his shirt caught the open drawer, sending lacy lingerie—a dozen pastel and black bras and panties—cascading onto the white bathmat. 113. “Oh, no,” Ethan squeaked, escaping back to the kitchen. 114. In his panic he crashed into the counter, sending the bowl of cookie dough spinning and scattering sprinkles, flour, and chocolate chips in all directions. 115. “Noooooooooooo! My feet look so gross and girly—help, please!” he half-sobbed, staring at the unfamiliar feet in the sandals. 116. The next phase of cracking overtook his legs: 117. 1. The soft kid chubbiness melted away, replaced by elegant muscle tone. 118. 2. His calves elongated, becoming shapely and smooth. 119. 3. Fine, downy hair vanished. 120. 4. His knees hardened, bones cracking upward. 121. 5. Freckles and scrapes faded to flawless skin. 122. 6. Thighs slimmed and lengthened, hips subtly widening. 123. 7. A penchant for shaved skin tingled across his legs. 124. 8. The transformation triggered growth jets, pushing him upward toward Brittany’s height. 125. 9. His kneecaps shifted and refined into mature shape. 126. 10. Cellulite padded his thighs in delicate, womanly form. 127. 11. The cartilage arranged into Brittany’s distinctive curve. 128. 12. His hamstrings grew taut, capable of balancing in four-inch heels. 129. 13. Even his butt flattened into the mini skirt, smoothing into a toned twenty-five-year-old’s. 130. 14. The tight hot pink pleather skirt shimmered into existence on his body, constricting his stride. 131. 15. By the end, the lower half of Brittany’s outfit gripped his hips, thighs, and butt, skirt to sandals. 132. Ethan’s torso began to burn, the third wave of changes seized him: 133. 1. His waist pinched inward, giving him a refined, hourglass shape. 134. 2. Stomach flattened, the last of his baby-fat melting away. 135. 3. Ribs widened, pushing outward to fill the tiny sequin tank. 136. 4. The slippery softness of the tank top’s fabric manifested against his skin. 137. 5. His belly button shifted, lower and slenderer. 138. 6. The outline of a black bra appeared underneath the tank. 139. 7. Breasts blossomed forward, pushing against the fabric until they formed a perfect C-cup. 140. 8. Soft, tanned skin coated every inch of his torso. 141. 9. Tiny pink scars disappeared from his sides, replaced by perfect smoothness. 142. 10. A dusting of golden body shimmer sparkled over his collarbones and shoulders. 143. 11. His arms slimmed as baby fat retreated. 144. 12. His biceps and triceps restructured into toned but delicate upper arms. 145. 13. The cropped sequin tank hugged his chest, cold to the touch. 146. 14. A faint perfume drifted up from his new adult body. 147. 15. By the end, his chest, shoulders, back, and core fully matched the Brittany of the clubbing photo—mature, curvy, and ultra-feminine. 148. His arms joined the transformation: 149. 1. Forearms thinned, muscle smoothing to match his frame. 150. 2. Elbows and wrists contracted, becoming narrow and delicate. 151. 3. Baby hair evaporated, leaving skin soft and lightly scented. 152. 4. Upper arms slimmed further, matching the rest of his body. 153. 5. Nail beds widened, nails lengthening and flattening into perfect squares. 154. 6. Neon coral polish seeped over the nails, shiny and flawless. 155. 7. The backs of his hands shrank, veins faintly visible. 156. 8. Fingers elongated, knuckles receding. 157. 9. The silver cocktail ring slid onto his right index finger, instantly fitting. 158. 10. Palms narrowed, faint lines rewriting themselves. 159. 11. Cuticles vanished; nails perfectly painted, just like Brittany’s. 160. 12. His sense of grip shifted—hands now built for detailed makeup rather than play. 161. 13. His arms glistened faintly, body glitter now present up to his shoulders. 162. 14. The bangle bracelets clinked into place on his right wrist. 163. 15. Finally, his arms lifted gracefully, unbidden, in a feminine gesture. 164. “I look so girly—I don’t want to be my friend’s sister, she’s so girly and I don’t want to be her!” Ethan cried. 165. The transformation surged up his neck and face, claiming the last of his identity: 166. 1. His Adam’s apple receded, replaced by a smooth, elegant neck. 167. 2. The bottom of his jaw softened, jawline narrowing gently. 168. 3. Cleft chin vanished, becoming small and softly rounded. 169. 4. Cheeks drew upward, bones sharpening and hollows forming beneath. 170. 5. Cheekbones rose, giving his face a classic, symmetrical beauty. 171. 6. Ears pierced, suddenly bearing silver hoops studded with gemstones. 172. 7. Nose narrowed, tip turning perky and dainty. 173. 8. Eyebrows arched, thinning into precise, high-fashion shapes, expertly filled. 174. 9. His blue-green eyes faded into light, almost silvery blue, matching Brittany’s. 175. 10. Eyelids suddenly heavy with dramatic silver eyeshadow. 176. 11. False lashes and thick mascara formed, exaggerating their length. 177. 12. Brows furrowed, fighting tears as memories flickered. 178. 13. Eyeliner extended in a perfect cat-eye. 179. 14. Nose bridge narrowed, cheeks blushed in a powdery pink. 180. 15. Tiny beauty mark formed above left lip. 181. 16. Lips plumped outward, overlined and bold with bubblegum-pink matte lipstick. 182. 17. Teeth shifted, straightening out into a perfect smile. 183. 18. Freckles faded, replaced by tanned, flawless skin. 184. 19. Neck elongated, athlete’s angle gone for a graceful slope. 185. 20. His chin dimple vanished, replaced by a tiny, subtle cleft. 186. 21. Cheek contour and highlighter added shimmer to his cheeks, nose, and brow. 187. 22. Lower jaw narrowed delicately. 188. 23. Adult woman’s laugh lines pressed faintly at the edges of his eyes and mouth. 189. 24. His platinum-blonde hair crashed out from his scalp, growing rapidly, tumbling down past his chest in a glossy waterfall—long, poker-straight, styled perfectly. 190. 25. Last, Brittany’s grown-up adult face fully settled, expression shocked and panicked. 191. The jewelry finished replicating on him: 192. - Large silver hoop earrings, cool and heavy in his pierced ears. 193. - Chunky, multi-layered silver chain necklace with padlock. 194. - Bangle set, five thin silver bands shimmering on his right wrist. 195. - Pink gemstone cocktail ring, shining prettily on his right pointing finger. 196. The clubbing purse appeared in his hand—the metallic silver micro-bag Brittany left behind. 197. The pink-rimmed aviator sunglasses materialized in his left palm, gold mirrored lenses gleaming. 198. He gasped as his voice cracked and shifted, sliding up in pitch, tone, and cadence until it was identical to Brittany’s flirty clubbing-girl drawl. 199. “A-aah!” he yelled, clapping a hand over his mouth in shock and fear. 200. Ethan could feel thoughts swirling, twisting, muddling in his brain, new desires and ideas rising as old memories faded. 201. Panic rushing in, he yanked all four pieces of jewelry off, tossing them onto the kitchen counter. 202. He kicked furiously at the rhinestone strappy clubbing sandals, sending them flying across the kitchen. 203. “Get off me!” he shrieked in Brittany’s voice, throwing the sunglasses and silver micro-bag next to the jewelry. 204. “What’s happening to me? This isn’t me! I’m not supposed to be the girly girl!” he shouted, his words tumbling out in Brittany’s cadence, now peppered with vocal fry and uptalk. 205. Desperate, he dashed to Logan’s room in an adrenaline-fueled hope that video games could save the last of his mind. 206. His new, feminine hips swayed awkwardly as he rushed, unfamiliar in the miniskirt. 207. Ethan grabbed the controller, sitting down quickly in Logan’s gamer chair. 208. A weird, chilly wind breezed beneath his skirt, sending a shudder up his spine. 209. He gripped the controller with trembling fingers, frantic. 210. The console chimed on, but the home screen took longer than ever to load. 211. His head started inside-out; hints of how to play began to blur and fade. 212. He tapped his foot anxiously, willing the game to start. 213. “Come on, hurry! If I can move a character in a video game, I’ll stay me!” he cried—though already, his voice rising higher, tones softening. 214. Time felt elastic: Twenty seconds. 215. His posture shifted, straightening his back, shoulders rolling, knees pressed together without thinking. 216. “Why am I sitting like this?” he muttered, smoothing the skirt over his thighs, unable to stop. 217. Ten seconds. 218. Hands started fluttering with nervous, graceful movements he didn’t recognize. 219. “Um, okay, it’s totally going to be fine, right? …Like, whatever, just a game,” he said, his inflection thing totally basic. 220. Five seconds. 221. His breath came slower, softer, mouth slightly puckered in a pout. 222. Ninety seconds after his panic began, the game screen loaded—but his mind fogged. 223. “What’s…?” she began, perplexed. 224. One second too late, the last fragment slipped away. 225. Brittany looked down at the video game controller in confusion, her freshly manicured nails poised above the buttons. 226. “Umm… What even is this thing?” she asked, voice completely Brittany’s. 227. She set the controller down delicately, glancing around the unfamiliar space—her brother’s room? 228. She rose, puzzling at the mess she found her house in. 229. Brittany padded out into the kitchen, confusion crossing her features as she saw flour on the counter, the weird pile of her sandals, her purse, sunglasses, and jewelry. 230. “Okay, like, what even happened in here? Pizza, sprinkles, like, what even is going on?” she asked airily, frowning. 231. She picked up the necklace, earrings, bangle set, and ring one by one, placing each on gingerly. 232. “Ugh, okay, wait, this necklace is, like, really cute….” 233. “Oo, I gotta get my hoops on, duh, or I am NOT leaving the house,” she giggled, slipping earrings in. 234. “Bracelets, bracelets, like, gotta have a little sparkle,” she said, sliding the five bangles on and letting them chime. 235. “And this ring is, like, so perf—totally matches the vibe,” she finished, admiring her hand. 236. She picked up her rhinestone sandals, slipping each one on with a practiced, glamorous pose. 237. “These are, like, the best shoes ever, so adorable. Honestly, my FEET!” she exclaimed, flexing a toe. 238. She grabbed her purse and sunglasses, tossing the purse over her shoulder and sliding the aviators up into her platinum-blonde hair. 239. “Obsessed.” 240. Brittany glanced at the clock, realizing she was late for meeting the girls at the club. 241. She rifled in the metallic micro-bag to check for her ID, but all she found was her phone, lip gloss, and a folded $20 bill—exactly what she needed. 242. “Ew, like, who left all this food out? So gross,” she wrinkled her nose, gathering her things and stepping neatly over the flour spill. 243. She called for her brother and mom, but no one answered. 244. “Whatever, guess I’ll meet them at the club,” she shrugged, used to getting herself ready with no one else around. 245. As she left, she paused to snap a quick mirror selfie, blowing a kiss, loving the shimmer on her cheekbones and the way her skirt popped. 246. Her mind buzzed with thoughts of music, dancing, and cute boys. 247. She felt a pang of curiosity looking at the video game console, but dismissed it as a childish thing. 248. Outside, Brittany’s friends honked impatiently from a glittery sedan. 249. She strutted toward them, confidence booming in every click of her rhinestone sandals. 250. As she slid into the back seat, a rush of euphoria, lip gloss, and girl power erased whatever had come before, and Brittany (who had once been a scared little boy named Ethan) felt only excited for the night ahead, the mess inside soon forgotten—at least until the next morning. ---
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