Altered Appropriately
An old, old request from FA
Ed tapped his pencil against his desk as he waited for the class to end. As a high school senior, he had already met most of his graduation requirements save for math and English classes. Unwilling to even considering taking AP classes for college credit, he had filled his class schedule with electives. Of the four he took, three were occupied by his football friends or filled with movies that proved entertaining. But then there was that one elective disliked: Women's Studies. Somehow it had ended up as the only class he could take in the third period slot. Upon finding the class only had two other guys and a bunch of girls far more interested in the class's subjects matter than him--which boggled the football player's mind. So he resolved to sleep through the class, a task he found difficult thanks to the teacher, the large and in charge Mrs. Gamby, whose screeching voice and loud footfalls made sleep impossible. Thus, he had reported to a strategy that had carried him though other classes: staring into space while occasionally fidgeting. So far, including today, it had worked. "Now class," Mrs. Gamby said. "Pay close attention so you are prepared for the discussion afterwards." Ed's interest peaked as the lights dimmed and a video started. A moment later he grimaced and sat back in disgust. It was another one of those sob story films. After the video was over, the lights came back on and the class began to discuss what they had seen. Ed set back and continued to tap his pencil. "Ed," Mrs. Gamby called. "You haven't spoken all class. What do you think of what happened to that young woman?" "She deserved it," Ed said. "Did you see how she was dressed? She was totally asking for it." Mrs. Gamby blinked in surprise. "Do you really think that?" "Totally. I'd have hit that myself--she's quite the vixen. But now? Nah. With that baby born she's got too much baggage." "Well then," Mrs. Gamby blinked again. "Ed, I'd like to talk to you after--" The period bell rang, interrupting the teacher. Ed stood and slung his backpack over his shoulders. As he dashed out of the classroom he shouted: "Class's over, smell ya later!" Ed chuckled as he walked outside the classroom and down the hall. Seeing his friend Steve, he approached him and bumped fists. "How was it?" Steve asked. "A drag," Ed answered. "Why didn't you just skip?" "I can't everyday. Mrs. Gamby actually takes attendance and the dean threatened that I couldn't graduate if I missed too much." "That blows--what a square! You coming tomorrow?" Ed laughed. "Yeah right. I saved enough absences to skip. What loser goes to class on Prom?" "Jean Alberts did," A new voice spoke. Ed turned and found a short, red-haired hoodie wearing girl. She stared at him with angry green eyes. He couldn't recall who she was though she seemed familiar. "Jean?" Ed echoed. "The girl in that video who got raped. A new single mother alone in an unsympathetic world?" The girl said. "Everyone heard what you said. How could you be so callous?" "Oh women's studies," Ed said. "Listen, chica, she could have just said no." "Like Kim Nguyen?" Ed froze. "What?" "I know you, Ed Thaddeus Glime." The girl snarled. "In justified vengeance, I curse you to feel what you have wrought on others and to an appropriate altered fate. Even though you know this, you will obviously do nothing to change it." With this, the girl stepped away and disappeared into a crowd of students moving on their next class. "Weird," Steve spoke first. "I haven't heard anyone mention Kim since--" "Yeah," Ed said, still feeling chilled by the girl's words. "She's just a feminist freak," Steve said. "But Thaddeus?" "Thaddeus?" Oh, It's my middle name." "Laaaaame." The late bell rang. "You still liftin'?" Ed nodded and rushed off this next class.
The rest of the school day passed quickly enough save for one oddity at the end of math class. As he squinted at an algebraic proof, his hair fell into his eyes. He brushed it aside. Hadn't he just got a haircut the other day? And when had it become so silky and smooth? Ed pushed the thought away as he refocused on the difficult equation.
Later, while weight lifting there was another strange occurrence. After his friend had laid on the weight, Ed lifted the bar in his first rep of a bench press. All saved to be until his strength suddenly gave out and he was on the verge of dropping the bar. Steve quickly assisted him in lowering the bar. "Dude," he said. "Are you okay?" "Yeah," Ed replied. He glanced towards his arms. He gawked. Compared to their previous muscular state, his arms were ridiculously thin and slender. "Yeah," he repeated. "Just having a bad day."
However, in the rest of their exercise routine Ed found himself likewise weaker.
"You still going to Prom with that Lucy lass?" Ed's father asked at dinner. Ed nodded as he ate his chicken. It was just him and his father that lived in his home. He had no siblings. "Good, she seemed all right. Not a bitch like your mother!" Ed's father guffawed as he took a sip of his beer. He squinted at his son. "What's with your hair? You look like a sissy boy! Better cut that before you go dancin'!" "Yeah," Ed mumbled, running his fingers through hair that had grown even longer. "Now Lucy ain't going to disappear on you like that Kim girl, is she?" Ed's father asked. Ed paused, a forkful of greens about to enter his mouth. He lowered his fork and stood up. "I'm going to bed early. I've been having a bad day." "Okay, sonny. Have a good night's rest!" Ed hurriedly ran up the stairs up to his room. Why was everyone bringing up Kim all of a sudden? And what was with his hair? Again, Ed chose to center his attention on other things instead of these quirks. After a call to Steve and then Lucy about their plans tomorrow, he opened his laptop, turned down the lights, and searched the Internet for suitable porn. Despite having found new material, he could not get his manhood the least bit excited. He looked down at it. Was it smaller? "Just the darkness," he said, pulling his pants up. "Just having a bad day."
He closed his laptop and went to sleep.
Ed woke up earlier than usual, said goodbye to his father, and pretended to drive to school. Instead, he diverted his path, causing him to arrive at a beach where Steve, Lucy, and other seniors and their girlfriends were holding a pre-Prom party. He joined in with enthusiasm but found he did not enjoy himself as much as he should have. He was no longer the arm wrestling champion and none of the other girls paid him any mind. Even Lucy chided his girlish looking hair. Worse still, halfway through the party his skin began to itch and tickle. "I'm going to go get some lotion," he said to Lucy. "Lotion," Lucy said, winking back. "Got it." Ed ran back to his car and glanced one of its side mirrors. He found that the itching was not caused by a sun rash, but by the additional growth of red hair all over his chest, arms, and legs, though too few to be noticeable. Examining himself, he noticed he had grown hairier yet he looked even less masculine than before. "Ed!" Lucy called, stepped out from behind the car. "Are you ready for some 'lotion'?" "What?" Ed said in surprise. "What are you doing here?" Lucy lifted one eyebrow. "I thought that was codeword for--" "No." Ed shook his head emphatically. "No, no, no." "Why not? We're both 18, Prom isn't until 8, and it's not like we haven't--" Ed's mind raced as he thought how to reply. Could he tell her the truth? That even in her skimpy bikini and bra swimwear that he did not feel the least bit aroused by her? "Let's save it for later. It'll be more..." "Romantic?" Lucy chortled. "I didn't think you were the type, Ed." Ed chuckled uncomfortably. "Yeah. Do you want to go back now? I've got to get a haircut."
After Ed dropped Lucy off at her house, he got his hair cut before returning home, his father already left for work. In this time, the red hairs had spread to his feet and hands and thickened elsewhere. He fiddled around on his computer for a few hours before getting dressed in the suit he had rented just for the Prom. Looking in the mirror, Ed noticed it hung loosely on his slender and more feminine frame. The only way he was able to keep the pants up was with a very tight belt. Even worse, his hair had already seemed to regain some of its length. Before he could even worry about this, he heard a honk outside his door, signaling the arrival of Steve and the limousine.
Exiting out of the limousine, Steve stopped Ed while the others and Lucy stepped into the restaurant. "Hey man, you feeling all right?" he asked. "Yeah," Ed nodded. "Just--" Ed stopped talking as he felt a strange tug in his tailbone. He touched his back and felt a little nub of something. "I--I gotta go to the bathroom, man." Ed rushed into the restaurant and then to the restroom. The pressure in his tailbone only grew more intense as he opened a stall and stepped in. He pulled down his pants and glanced to his rear. Above his rear hung a full fox's tail surrounded by a patch of red fur. Unable to believe his own eyes, he rubbed them and blinked, but it was still there. He quickly pulled his pants up and found he could fit the tail so that it barely showed up. He left the restroom and took his seat next to Lucy, shifting around until he could sit without actually sitting on his tail. Dinner came and went though Ed barely spoke. He just felt so out of it that he could barely think of anything but the illogical tail, but he wasn't going to let anything stop him from going to the Prom.
"Ed," Lucy said, shortly before they left. "I thought you said you cut your hair."
Prom was more fanciful and extravagant than his junior year, but Ed barely noticed. He no longer felt to dance with every other girl he found attractive, and only managed dancing with Lucy because he felt obligated to. In the middle of one of their slow dances, she suddenly cried out and withdrew her hands. "Ow, Ed!" she said. "You scratched me!" Ed looked down at his hands in confusion to find that they were no longer human hands, but vulpine paws, paws that had claws. Panicking, he rushed to the restroom again as he felt his entire body grow itchy in a much more intense than before at the beach. At the same time, his face began to feel funny as if things were moving around. He arrived in the restroom and sighed in relief to find it empty. Moving quickly to the nearest mirror, he looked upon his reflection and gasped in horror. Staring back at him was a vulpine visage sans the long hair he had previously. Ed slowly lifted his paws to his face and felt its furry texture, his muzzle and his slightly wet nose, confirming that the fox-like head was his. "What the hell?" he said in a high-pitched bark. "What the hell is going on?" Realizing that anyone entering could see him, he ran into a larger handicapped stall that had its own mirror and sink. Continuing his examination of his body, he found his thin arms had become likewise fox-like, the tips of his paws white and the fur to his elbows black. Ed's feet abruptly began to hurt as they grew into a shape unsuited for his dress shoes. He kicked them off and tore off his socks, whimpering as they revealed dainty padded black paw feet. Suddenly feeling hot all over, he unbuttoned his collar and ditched his jacket and nice shirt, revealing a thin, white-furred chest. Next, he stepped out of his pants, revealing slender legs covered with red fur that shifted into black at his knees. His free tail waved hazily as he came to grips with what he was. "I'm a fox...I'm a fox-thing. A walking, talking fox. Could this be any worse?" At these words, Ed felt a jerk at his crotch. He pushed down his underwear and watched as his already shrunken genitals shriveled even further. A strange prickle in his chest drew his attention away from his manhood as flesh began to gather under stiff nipples. Ed could not believe his eyes as they formed into large, sensitive mounds that wobbled as he moved. Not merely mounds, Ed realized, but breasts! "Nooooo!" Ed shrieked as what remained of his genitals were engulfed by a newly formed set of pussy lips. He groaned in agony as his testicles journeyed through his altered crotch, changing in ripe ovas on their way to their proper place. Other changes occurred as Ed's ass became more plump, her hips widened, and her clawed fingers grew long and dainty. Finally with a gasp, his, or really, her womb opened. "This can't be real!" the vixen sobbed. "I'm a bitch! A real life--" Ed shut her muzzle as she heard footsteps. Underneath the stall she could see a pair of bare feet that were moving closer to her location. They stopped in front of her stall and then the door opened even though Ed had locked it. In stepped the hoodie wearing girl from before, who closed the door behind her. "Oh, you turned out nicely," she chuckled. "Even more of a vixen than Jean, eh?" "You? You did this?" Ed shouted. She hastily covered her new vagina with her paws, forgetting about her other new assets that hung freely. "Why?" "Why? I thought you would want to know the how. But, as you wish--you know why in your heart, Ed Thaddeus Glime." "No." Ed shook her head, still sobbing. "I really don't." "Last Prom you raped Kim Nguyen!" the girl shouted, silencing Ed. "Oh, you'll say no one can prove it and you'd be right, but what you did to her cannot be refuted. She transferred out of your school out of shame. In her new school and with a pregnant belly, she was accepted by no one, not even her own parents. Just a few days after giving birth to the child she carried, your daughter, she committed suicide." "And who are you?" Ed said. "You could just call me her ancestral guardian." The girl's form flickered for a moment, revealing a fox-like form similar to Ed's own though with nine tails. "Please turn me back!" "Oh no, my curse will not be so easily rescinded. Your suffering has not even begun. You do not even have half of Kim's burden." At this, Ed felt a new warmth in her chest. New life sparked in her womb, leading her belly to expand and grow heavy until it was as if she had already been pregnant for five months. Her breasts too grew weighty as they filled with milk. This change, along with a flood of new hormones, pushed Ed over the edge. She began to cry, tears flowing down her vulpine muzzle. "Yes, cry," the girl said with a smile on her face. "Weep. Will that change anything? Will that help? Will it make your friend Steve, your lover Lucy, or your father accept you? Do you think they will understand, or will you be like Kim and Jean, alone and afraid in an unsympathetic world?" "I'm a foxy freak," Ed sobbed. "This is worse..." "Probably," the girl agreed. "But that is yet to be seen. Perhaps you have made the correct friends and they will provide you aid. Perhaps everything will be just A-Okay." Ed looked up with a spark of hope in her eyes. "But I seriously, seriously doubt it." With this, the girl vanished with a harsh laugh, leaving Ed to lean against the tiled wall. Slowly she slid down until she was sitting against the wall, legs spaced wide apart. Tears continued to flow down her visage as she put her hands to her weighty belly and felt the life within kick. "Ed?" She heard Steve call. "Ed, are you there? Lucy said you didn't look so hot..."