# Altered Appropriately

Author: skiesofsilver
Tags: Anthro, Fox, Gender Shifting, Magic, Pregnancy, Transformation, Vixen

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..."
            
 
 
 

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