Be somebody [TG, MC, AP]
Switching channels once more, James stumbled across some sort of celebrity gossip talk show. Talk of “what will Kylie Jenner wear today?” Or “who will Ariana Grande date next?” James rolled his eyes in disgust. Who the hell cared? These people did absolutely nothing yet they were always the talk of the town. What did they have that James didn’t? His disgust was slowly turning into jealousy. What he wouldn’t give to be cared about by so many, to be idolised, for his work to be.. listened to. His jealousy turned into depression. “That’ll never be me”, he sighed, “I just… wish I were somebody.”
Brushing his thoughts aside, he began switching through channels again, eventually giving up on his search for quality television, and choosing to scroll on his phone instead. Opening twitter, he began to scroll. Political news and video game rumours all evaded his interest, until something in particular caught his eye. Some sort of event happening, in his town? “That’s odd.” James thought, if something was happening in his town, surely he would have heard about it? The post didn’t tell much about it, but apparently it was some sort of red carpet event or something. Not only that, but the event was today? “I really am out of the loop. Huh?” He thought, before the rumble of his stomach disrupted his train of thought. Thinking nothing else of it, James stood up, and made his way to the kitchen.
Opening his fridge, James pulled out his mac and cheese and placed it in the microwave. As he waited, he pondered what to do with the rest of his day. It was 6:30 in the evening, so he had plenty of time to play some video games, or watch a movie. But something about them just wasn’t exciting him. But what to do instead?
“Hmmmm, I could go to that event!” He thought, before quickly dismissing the idea. Why on earth would he go there? No, no, it wasn’t for people like him, not at all. Besides, he didn’t even know WHERE in his town it was, so it’s not like he cou-
*DING*
The sound of the microwave snapped James out of his daze, as he pulled the bowl out and reached into his cupboard to find a glass. As he did so, he noticed the room felt ever so slightly bigger than normal. Not particularly noticeable to the naked eye, though he feel his arm stretch just a bit further than normal. Unknown to him, he had in fact shrunk. Only by a few inches, but undeniably so. James now stood at a respectable 5”9, not that he noticed too much, as his hunger took over him, rushing to his sofa to eat his dinner.
*10 minutes later*
James took a sip of his water to wash down the last remnants of his mac and cheese. Letting out a satisfied breath as he sat back. “What to do now?” He thought, he should probably do the dishes. But then again, they could wait. He lived alone, so it wasn’t like anybody would be mad at him if he left them there for a little while. Besides, he should really go to that fundraiser thing!
Wait, what? James stopped himself mid-thought. Why did he want to go to this fundraiser all of a sudden? And how did he know it was a fundraiser? The post he read mentioned nothing about that. James guessed his mind had just filled in the blanks for him, and shrugged it off. “Guess I could do the dishes after all.” He conceded. As he stood up, he noticed his shorts felt slightly loose. That was odd, had he lost weight? It’s not like he went to the gym or anything, and he CERTAINLY wasn’t on a diet. How bizarre. “Oh well, I guess they just need tightening” he pondered, before picking up his dishes and walking to his sink. Turning on his tap and beginning to wash up, he barely noticed his hands and fingers begin to slim down, become small and dainty. It was as if the warm dish water was washing away his body mass, as his hands became smooth and silky, the hair slowly receding into his body. His hands were not the only thing to change, as his arms also became smooth and hairless, thinning out as the majority of the distinctly average muscle that James had developed withered away, giving his upper limbs a rather feminine look.
“All done!” James thought, placing the dishes on the drying rack, before heading back into his living room. Sitting back down, James relaxed, contemplating giving the TV a second chance. But something was nagging him, in the back of his mind, telling him he was forgetting something, but he wasn’t sure what…
“Of course!” He remembered, “I have to go to that fundraiser gala later!” How could he forget? Checking the time, his phone read 6:55. Great, he had about an hour until he had to leave. That was enough time to get ready, right? Hurriedly running upstairs, he hardly noticed his feet become smaller and daintier, as his legs became longer, becoming smooth as his thighs inflated massively, leaving his dick with little breathing room. Walking into his bedroom, he opened his wardrobe and examined his options. What to wear? Luckily for James, his career path left him with a number of options as far as business casual was concerned. But tonight called for something special. James smiled as he pulled out his full suit and laid it on his bed. “Been a while since I got to wear this.” He thought to himself, admiring it’s finer details. But first, he had to shower.
Grabbing a towel and stepping into the bathroom, James quickly jumped in the shower and turned on the water, the refreshing warmth quickly engulfing him. He knew he had to be quick though, it took a while for a gi-guy like him to get ready. Quickly grabbing his 3 in 1 shower gel, James rubbed the lotion across his skin, his stomach thinning, confirming his new, womanly figure. Unbothered, James picked up his shampoo and began scrubbing his hair. As he did, something began to change. As his hair soaked, it exploded in volume. James had never been one for long hair, sporting a short back and sides combover. His new hair, however, sprouted out in all directions, halting modestly at his neck. More hair, however, meant more hair to scrub. As James did so, drops of the lotion began to drip onto his face. Slowly, his jaw became more round, as his lips became more plump and soft. What’s more, his nose shrivelled, becoming smaller and more feminine. Slowly, his cheekbones raised, as her eyes morphed, changing from a grey-ish blue to a deep, beautiful brown. These changes, combined with his hair, gave James the complete facial appearance of a woman.
Stepping out the shower, James dried himself off and moved back into his bedroom, where he was glad to see that the dress he picked out was still there. A gorgeous black dress with long, matching gloves, he couldn’t wait! First though, she needed a pair of underwear. Wouldn’t want a wardrobe malfunction at the gala now, would we? Reaching into his drawer, James pulled out a regular pair of black panties. Slipping them on, James winced as they hugged his dick a little too tight. The pain was soon replaced by pleasure, however, as his balls began to recede into his body. Holding onto the drawer, James couldn’t help but let out a soft moan, as his dick soon followed, leaving a new vagina in it’s place. James made her way back towards her bed, where her dress still remained. Picking it up, James examined the dress before slipping it on, admiring herself in the mirror as two small breasts grew out of her chest, filling the space at the front. At the back meanwhile, her ass began to inflate, filling to a moderate size to make the dress a perfect fit. Pho-James smiled at herself. Just the finishing touches now! Looking around, James reached for her wallet, she might need ID, after all! Pulling out her driving license, she noticed something was wrong. It says here she was born in July 1985. But that couldn’t be right, she was a 1997 baby, right? In a moment of brain fuzz, Phoe-James counted the years. If she was born in 1997, that would make her… 27. But she wasn’t 27, she was 38! What an earth was she thinking, of course she was born in 1985! Laughing to herself, she put her ID back in her purse, and got herself ready to leave.
As she waited for her chauffeur to arrive, Phoeb-James scrolled through her phone. Reading through social media, she was glad to see so many were excited for the fundraiser gala! As she scrolled, the last of her physical changes took places. Her neck slimmed down as her Adam’s apple disappeared, causing her voice to raise several octaves. Excitedly waiting, Phoames gave herself one last look on her phone camera. She was absolutely stunning. Giving the camera a pout, she noticed a text from her driver, telling her he was here. Making sure she had everything, Phoe…phoe… Phoames stepped outside and into her private vehicle.
“Good evening, miss.” Her driver greeted her, “straight to the Gala I take it?”
“Good evening, yes please.” She replied in her sultry, British accent. Sitting back, Phoebe took a moment to appreciate her life. All those years of hard work, years of drama school (or was it business school? No, it was definitely drama school) had truly paid off. She couldn’t deny that she had it pretty good. Satisfied, Phoebe savoured a glass of wine as she awaited her destination.
“We’re here, miss.” Her driver told her as the car came to a stop.
“Ok, thank you.” Phoebe replied, “ok, you got this, Phoebe.” She told herself, before opening her door to a wave of flashes and shouting.
“Phoebe! Phoebe, over here! Phoebe!” Was the cries of the photographers, eager to get a photo of the one and only Phoebe Waller-Bridge.
Phoebe simply smiled and struck a pose. This was the life.
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