This choice: Megan tries to change everyone back. • Go Back...Chapter #4Megan tries to change everyone back. by: Morphology (Originally added by Catfish)
Stunned, Megan took another look at the device in her hand. The red light had turned to yellow and seemed to be blinking a bit faster, but everything else was the same -- just a couple of rows of unlabeled buttons. But, she decided, there had to be one that would turn her family members back to normal.
Deciding to work methodically, she aimed the device toward her father and pressed the button at the upper left.
In the blink of an eye, the preteen version of her father was now wearing a cheerleading uniform -- a blue and white sweater, matching ruffled skirt that extended to mid-thigh, athletic shoes in a blue-and-white pattern, and ankle socks -- and holding a pair of pompoms. Instead of being in a ponytail, his hair was in pigtails, tied off by ribbons that matched the rest of the outfit.
Megan hadn’t been expecting that. She knew cheerleading was fairly athletic, but she’d rather be a basketball player. She hoped the next button would reverse the costume change if it didn’t transform her father back to his regular self.
She hit it, and instead, he changed in several ways: his brunette hair was now streaked through with blonde and the pigtails stretched to the middle of his back; his face rounded a bit, with higher cheekbones, a more shapely nose, and slightly larger eyes with longer eyelashes; and his pale skin darkened a few shades to the point where it appeared he’d spent some definite time in the sun.
Megan liked the look of the more beautiful face, and the tan was certainly appropriate for a cheerleader. She couldn’t help wondering what the “popular” version of herself would look like with the same changes, so she aimed the device at Alan and pressed the same button.
He gained the same face and skin tone as her father, and his hair was about the same color and now went halfway down his back, with a slight wave to it.
She couldn’t resist, and tried the button again.
It was hard to describe exactly what had changed about the face, just that it was almost breathtakingly beautiful. His hair had lightened to a honey blonde, become wavier, and now fell to his waist. His skin appeared smooth and unblemished, the tan darkening further to make him look like a serious sunbather.
Megan wondered what would happen if she hit the button a third time.
Things seemed to have gone a little too far -- his eyes wide and a shimmering bright blue, his lips puffed out, his hair platinum blonde and just past his ass, his skin dark enough that it only seemed realistic to be a spray-on tan.
Megan hoped the next button down would fix things. However, what happened instead when she pressed it was that Alan’s outfit suddenly showed more skin: the pink-and-silver top was now a sleeveless tank, the jeggings became a knee-length skirt, and the ballet flats were now silver sandals with a low heel.
Curious, she pressed it again. The top shrank to reveal her midriff, the skirt’s bottom hem shrank to reach only to mid-thigh, and the shoes became a stiletto-heeled version.
Her finger slipped as she reached for the next button. Alan was now wearing a small halter top, a skirt that couldn’t have been more than 6 inches long and was now made of latex, silver high-heeled shoes with tall platforms, and fishnet stockings. The waistband of a pair of pink panties was visible above the waistband of the skirt.
This time, Megan more deliberately hit the next button down, hoping it would reverse some of the alterations. indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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