{"sf1_id":796582,"sf2_id":null,"title":"Altered Appropriately","author":"skiesofsilver","words":2904,"posted_at":"2014-12-17T03:46:00.000Z","tags":["Anthro","Fox","Gender Shifting","Magic","Pregnancy","Transformation","Vixen"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/796582-altered-appropriately","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/796582","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=796582\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"An old, old request from FA","content":"\n            Ed\ntapped his pencil against his desk as he waited for the class to end. As a high\nschool senior, he had already met most of his graduation requirements save for\nmath and English classes. Unwilling to even considering taking AP classes for\ncollege credit, he had filled his class schedule with electives. Of the four he\ntook, three were occupied by his football friends or filled with movies that\nproved entertaining. But then there was that one elective disliked: Women's\nStudies. Somehow it had ended up as the only class he could take in the third\nperiod slot. Upon finding the class only had two other guys and a bunch of\ngirls far more interested in the class's subjects matter than him--which boggled\nthe football player's mind. So he resolved to sleep through the class, a task\nhe found difficult thanks to the teacher, the large and in charge Mrs. Gamby,\nwhose screeching voice and loud footfalls made sleep impossible. Thus, he had reported\nto a strategy that had carried him though other classes: staring into space\nwhile occasionally fidgeting. So far, including today, it had worked.\n            \"Now\nclass,\" Mrs. Gamby said. \"Pay close attention so you are prepared for the\ndiscussion afterwards.\"\n            Ed's\ninterest peaked as the lights dimmed and a video started. A moment later he\ngrimaced and sat back in disgust. It was another one of those sob story films.\nAfter the video was over, the lights came back on and the class began to\ndiscuss what they had seen. Ed set back and continued to tap his pencil.\n            \"Ed,\"\nMrs. Gamby called. \"You haven't spoken all class. What do you think of what\nhappened to that young woman?\"\n            \"She\ndeserved it,\" Ed said. \"Did you see how she was dressed? She was totally asking\nfor it.\"\n            Mrs.\nGamby blinked in surprise. \"Do you really think that?\"\n            \"Totally.\nI'd have hit that myself--she's quite the vixen. But now? Nah. With that baby\nborn she's got too much baggage.\"\n            \"Well\nthen,\" Mrs. Gamby blinked again. \"Ed, I'd like to talk to you after--\"\n            The\nperiod bell rang, interrupting the teacher. Ed stood and slung his backpack\nover his shoulders. As he dashed out of the classroom he shouted:\n            \"Class's\nover, smell ya later!\"\n            Ed\nchuckled as he walked outside the classroom and down the hall. Seeing his\nfriend Steve, he approached him and bumped fists.\n            \"How\nwas it?\" Steve asked. \n            \"A\ndrag,\" Ed answered.\n            \"Why\ndidn't you just skip?\"\n            \"I\ncan't everyday. Mrs. Gamby actually takes attendance and the dean threatened\nthat I couldn't graduate if I missed too much.\"\n            \"That\nblows--what a square! You coming tomorrow?\"\n            Ed\nlaughed. \"Yeah right. I saved enough absences to skip. What loser goes to class\non Prom?\"\n            \"Jean\nAlberts did,\" A new voice spoke.\n            Ed\nturned and found a short, red-haired hoodie wearing girl. She stared at him\nwith angry green eyes. He couldn't recall who she was though she seemed\nfamiliar.\n            \"Jean?\"\nEd echoed.\n            \"The\ngirl in that video who got raped. A new single mother alone in an unsympathetic\nworld?\" The girl said. \"Everyone heard what you said. How could you be so\ncallous?\"\n            \"Oh\nwomen's studies,\" Ed said. \"Listen, chica, she could have just said no.\"\n            \"Like\nKim Nguyen?\"\n            Ed\nfroze. \"What?\"\n            \"I\nknow you, Ed Thaddeus Glime.\" The girl snarled. \"In justified vengeance, I\ncurse you to feel what you have wrought on others and to an appropriate altered\nfate. Even though you know this, you will obviously do nothing to change it.\"\n            With\nthis, the girl stepped away and disappeared into a crowd of students moving on\ntheir next class.\n            \"Weird,\"\nSteve spoke first. \"I haven't heard anyone mention Kim since--\"\n            \"Yeah,\"\nEd said, still feeling chilled by the girl's words.\n            \"She's\njust a feminist freak,\" Steve said. \"But Thaddeus?\"\n            \"Thaddeus?\"\nOh, It's my middle name.\"\n            \"Laaaaame.\"\n            The\nlate bell rang. \n            \"You\nstill liftin'?\"\n            Ed\nnodded and rushed off this next class.\n\n            The\nrest of the school day passed quickly enough save for one oddity at the end of\nmath class. As he squinted at an algebraic proof, his hair fell into his eyes.\nHe brushed it aside. Hadn't he just got a haircut the other day? And when had\nit become so silky and smooth? Ed pushed the thought away as he refocused on\nthe difficult equation.\n\n            Later,\nwhile weight lifting there was another strange occurrence. After his friend had\nlaid on the weight, Ed lifted the bar in his first rep of a bench press. All\nsaved to be until his strength suddenly gave out and he was on the verge of\ndropping the bar. Steve quickly assisted him in lowering the bar.\n            \"Dude,\"\nhe said. \"Are you okay?\"\n            \"Yeah,\"\nEd replied. \n            He\nglanced towards his arms. He gawked. Compared to their previous muscular state,\nhis arms were ridiculously thin and slender.\n            \"Yeah,\"\nhe repeated. \"Just having a bad day.\"\n\n            However,\nin the rest of their exercise routine Ed found himself likewise weaker.\n\n            \"You\nstill going to Prom with that Lucy lass?\" Ed's father asked at dinner.\n            Ed\nnodded as he ate his chicken. It was just him and his father that lived in his\nhome. He had no siblings.\n            \"Good,\nshe seemed all right. Not a bitch like your mother!\" Ed's father guffawed as he\ntook a sip of his beer. He squinted at his son. \"What's with your hair? You\nlook like a sissy boy! Better cut that before you go dancin'!\"\n            \"Yeah,\"\nEd mumbled, running his fingers through hair that had grown even longer.\n            \"Now\nLucy ain't going to disappear on you like that Kim girl, is she?\" Ed's father\nasked.\n            Ed\npaused, a forkful of greens about to enter his mouth. He lowered his fork and\nstood up.\n            \"I'm\ngoing to bed early. I've been having a bad day.\"\n            \"Okay,\nsonny. Have a good night's rest!\"\n            Ed\nhurriedly ran up the stairs up to his room. Why was everyone bringing up Kim\nall of a sudden? And what was with his hair? Again, Ed chose to center his\nattention on other things instead of these quirks. After a call to Steve and\nthen Lucy about their plans tomorrow, he opened his laptop, turned down the\nlights, and searched the Internet for suitable porn. Despite having found new\nmaterial, he could not get his manhood the least bit excited. He looked down at\nit. Was it smaller? \n            \"Just\nthe darkness,\" he said, pulling his pants up. \"Just having a bad day.\"\n\n            He\nclosed his laptop and went to sleep.\n\n            Ed\nwoke up earlier than usual, said goodbye to his father, and pretended to drive\nto school. Instead, he diverted his path, causing him to arrive at a beach\nwhere Steve, Lucy, and other seniors and their girlfriends were holding a\npre-Prom party. He joined in with enthusiasm but found he did not enjoy himself\nas much as he should have. He was no longer the arm wrestling champion and none\nof the other girls paid him any mind. Even Lucy chided his girlish looking\nhair. Worse still, halfway through the party his skin began to itch and tickle.\n            \"I'm\ngoing to go get some lotion,\" he said to Lucy.\n            \"Lotion,\"\nLucy said, winking back. \"Got it.\"\n            Ed\nran back to his car and glanced one of its side mirrors. He found that the\nitching was not caused by a sun rash, but by the additional growth of red hair\nall over his chest, arms, and legs, though too few to be noticeable. Examining\nhimself, he noticed he had grown hairier yet he looked even less masculine than\nbefore.\n            \"Ed!\"\nLucy called, stepped out from behind the car. \"Are you ready for some\n'lotion'?\"\n            \"What?\"\nEd said in surprise. \"What are you doing here?\"\n            Lucy\nlifted one eyebrow. \"I thought that was codeword for--\"\n            \"No.\"\nEd shook his head emphatically. \"No, no, no.\"\n            \"Why\nnot? We're both 18, Prom isn't until 8, and it's not like we haven't--\"\n            Ed's\nmind raced as he thought how to reply. Could he tell her the truth? That even\nin her skimpy bikini and bra swimwear that he did not feel the least bit\naroused by her?\n            \"Let's\nsave it for later. It'll be more...\"\n            \"Romantic?\"\nLucy chortled. \"I didn't think you were the type, Ed.\"\n            Ed\nchuckled uncomfortably. \"Yeah. Do you want to go back now? I've got to get a\nhaircut.\"\n\n            After\nEd dropped Lucy off at her house, he got his hair cut before returning home,\nhis father already left for work. In this time, the red hairs had spread to his\nfeet and hands and thickened elsewhere. He fiddled around on his computer for a\nfew hours before getting dressed in the suit he had rented just for the Prom.\nLooking in the mirror, Ed noticed it hung loosely on his slender and more\nfeminine frame. The only way he was able to keep the pants up was with a very\ntight belt. Even worse, his hair had already seemed to regain some of its\nlength. Before he could even worry about this, he heard a honk outside his\ndoor, signaling the arrival of Steve and the limousine.\n\n            Exiting\nout of the limousine, Steve stopped Ed while the others and Lucy stepped into\nthe restaurant.\n            \"Hey\nman, you feeling all right?\" he asked.\n            \"Yeah,\"\nEd nodded. \"Just--\"\n            Ed\nstopped talking as he felt a strange tug in his tailbone. He touched his back\nand felt a little nub of something.\n            \"I--I\ngotta go to the bathroom, man.\"\n            Ed\nrushed into the restaurant and then to the restroom. The pressure in his\ntailbone only grew more intense as he opened a stall and stepped in. He pulled\ndown his pants and glanced to his rear. Above his rear hung a full fox's tail\nsurrounded by a patch of red fur. Unable to believe his own eyes, he rubbed\nthem and blinked, but it was still there. He quickly pulled his pants up and\nfound he could fit the tail so that it barely showed up. \n            He\nleft the restroom and took his seat next to Lucy, shifting around until he could\nsit without actually sitting on his tail. Dinner came and went though Ed barely\nspoke. He just felt so out of it that he could barely think of anything but the\nillogical tail, but he wasn't going to let anything stop him from going to the\nProm.\n\n            \"Ed,\"\nLucy said, shortly before they left. \"I thought you said you cut your hair.\"\n\n            Prom\nwas more fanciful and extravagant than his junior year, but Ed barely noticed.\nHe no longer felt to dance with every other girl he found attractive, and only\nmanaged dancing with Lucy because he felt obligated to. In the middle of one of\ntheir slow dances, she suddenly cried out and withdrew her hands.\n            \"Ow,\nEd!\" she said. \"You scratched me!\"\n            Ed\nlooked down at his hands in confusion to find that they were no longer human\nhands, but vulpine paws, paws that had claws. Panicking, he rushed to the\nrestroom again as he felt his entire body grow itchy in a much more intense\nthan before at the beach. At the same time, his face began to feel funny as if\nthings were moving around.\n            He\narrived in the restroom and sighed in relief to find it empty. Moving quickly\nto the nearest mirror, he looked upon his reflection and gasped in horror.\nStaring back at him was a vulpine visage sans the long hair he had previously.\nEd slowly lifted his paws to his face and felt its furry texture, his muzzle\nand his slightly wet nose, confirming that the fox-like head was his.\n            \"What\nthe hell?\" he said in a high-pitched bark. \"What the hell is going on?\"\n            Realizing\nthat anyone entering could see him, he ran into a larger handicapped stall that\nhad its own mirror and sink. Continuing his examination of his body, he found\nhis thin arms had become likewise fox-like, the tips of his paws white and the\nfur to his elbows black. Ed's feet abruptly began to hurt as they grew into a\nshape unsuited for his dress shoes. He kicked them off and tore off his socks,\nwhimpering as they revealed dainty padded black paw feet. Suddenly feeling hot\nall over, he unbuttoned his collar and ditched his jacket and nice shirt, revealing\na thin, white-furred chest. Next, he stepped out of his pants, revealing\nslender legs covered with red fur that shifted into black at his knees. His\nfree tail waved hazily as he came to grips with what he was.\n            \"I'm\na fox...I'm a fox-thing. A walking, talking fox. Could this be any worse?\"\n            At\nthese words, Ed felt a jerk at his crotch. He pushed down his underwear and\nwatched as his already shrunken genitals shriveled even further. A strange\nprickle in his chest drew his attention away from his manhood as flesh began to\ngather under stiff nipples. Ed could not believe his eyes as they formed into\nlarge, sensitive mounds that wobbled as he moved. Not merely mounds, Ed\nrealized, but breasts!\n            \"Nooooo!\"\nEd shrieked as what remained of his genitals were engulfed by a newly formed\nset of pussy lips. He groaned in agony as his testicles journeyed through his altered\ncrotch, changing in ripe ovas on their way to their proper place. Other changes\noccurred as Ed's ass became more plump, her hips widened, and her clawed fingers\ngrew long and dainty. Finally with a gasp, his, or really, her womb opened.\n            \"This\ncan't be real!\" the vixen sobbed. \"I'm a bitch! A real life--\"\n            Ed\nshut her muzzle as she heard footsteps. Underneath the stall she could see a\npair of bare feet that were moving closer to her location. They stopped in\nfront of her stall and then the door opened even though Ed had locked it. In\nstepped the hoodie wearing girl from before, who closed the door behind her.\n            \"Oh,\nyou turned out nicely,\" she chuckled. \"Even more of a vixen than Jean, eh?\"\n            \"You?\nYou did this?\" Ed shouted. She hastily covered her new vagina with her paws,\nforgetting about her other new assets that hung freely. \"Why?\"\n            \"Why?\nI thought you would want to know the how. But, as you wish--you know why in your heart, Ed Thaddeus Glime.\"\n            \"No.\"\nEd shook her head, still sobbing. \"I really don't.\"\n            \"Last\nProm you raped Kim Nguyen!\" the girl shouted, silencing Ed. \"Oh, you'll say no\none can prove it and you'd be right, but what you did to her cannot be refuted.\nShe transferred out of your school out of shame. In her new school and with a\npregnant belly, she was accepted by no one, not even her own parents. Just a\nfew days after giving birth to the child she carried, your daughter, she\ncommitted suicide.\"\n            \"And\nwho are you?\" Ed said. \n            \"You\ncould just call me her ancestral guardian.\" The girl's form flickered for a\nmoment, revealing a fox-like form similar to Ed's own though with nine tails.\n            \"Please\nturn me back!\"\n            \"Oh\nno, my curse will not be so easily rescinded. Your suffering has not even\nbegun. You do not even have half of Kim's burden.\"\n            At\nthis, Ed felt a new warmth in her chest. New life sparked in her womb, leading\nher belly to expand and grow heavy until it was as if she had already been pregnant\nfor five months. Her breasts too grew weighty as they filled with milk. This\nchange, along with a flood of new hormones, pushed Ed over the edge. She began\nto cry, tears flowing down her vulpine muzzle.\n            \"Yes,\ncry,\" the girl said with a smile on her face. \"Weep. Will that change anything?\nWill that help? Will it make your friend Steve, your lover Lucy, or your father\naccept you? Do you think they will understand, or will you be like Kim and\nJean, alone and afraid in an unsympathetic world?\"\n            \"I'm\na foxy freak,\" Ed sobbed. \"This is worse...\"\n            \"Probably,\"\nthe girl agreed. \"But that is yet to be seen. Perhaps you have made the correct\nfriends and they will provide you aid. Perhaps everything will be just A-Okay.\"\n            Ed\nlooked up with a spark of hope in her eyes.\n            \"But\nI seriously, seriously doubt it.\"\n            With\nthis, the girl vanished with a harsh laugh, leaving Ed to lean against the\ntiled wall. Slowly she slid down until she was sitting against the wall, legs\nspaced wide apart. Tears continued to flow down her visage as she put her hands\nto her weighty belly and felt the life within kick.\n            \"Ed?\"\nShe heard Steve call. \"Ed, are you there? Lucy said you didn't look so hot...\"\n            \n \n \n \n"}