“Fuck, get out!” Zach yelled, covering his foreign breasts, before realizing who’d just walked in on him. “YOU!” he yelled, giving the finger while keeping his breasts covered.
~
See, Zach had made the mistake of pissing off his classmate Wendy. He’d said that everybody got it, she was hot. Being a showoff was just unnecessary. Word got around, and she cornered him after school. “So I’ve heard some nasty stories about the things you’ve been saying about me. I guess I’ll have to make sure I’m not the hot showoff next week.” She produced a device, and pressed a button. In a flash, Zach was gone, replaced by a busty blonde who’d be sure to catch everybody’s eye. “Next week, when you can admit that it feels good to be the showoff, I’ll change you back.
Zach tried to go about business as normal on monday. It seemed like everybody knew him as this girl Lizzie, even his family. All he had to do was fall into a routine for a week and he was free. However, it seemed he had just as much of a choice about being a showoff as he did about being hot. If he hadn’t done anything sufficiently provocative in a while, his body would just take over. Needless to say, he was surprised to find himself leaning in to talk to people, showing off his cleavage. And there seemed to be plenty of things his body decided just had to be picked up off the floor, or course without bending his knees.
The next day, he had a plan. Some thick, shapeless sweatpants, and an oversized sweatshirt with the hood pulled all the way up. His body could strike any pose it wanted, it wouldn’t phase him. He was surprised when his body went through a few poses, and kept trying for maybe 5 minutes. Finally, he was relieved to feel it end, only to realize he was getting up an leaving the room. To his horror, his body stopped at the garbage chute, where it disposed of both the sweatshirt and pants. Then, riding the pent up energy of the praise it had been denied, it strutted all the way back to class in nothing but Lizzie’s little pink panties.
When she realized what she’d done, she ran out of the room in terror, to a chorus of applause. She quickly found an empty classroom and broke down. It was there Wendy found her.
~
“Well, I knew you’d be more talked about than me, but I had no idea what a legend you’d be in two days.”
“What the fuck Wendy? How could you make me do that? Christ, what do I do now?”
“First of all, I didn’t make you do anything. You were the one who thought it was a good idea to come to school dressed like a trashman.” She smirked, “A braless trashman. But you right, so here, and here.” First, she handed Lizzie a pair of skinny jeans and a T-shirt that stopped just over her naval. Then, she hit another button on the remote. “Now you’ve got a change of clothes, and nobody in any position of authority has any recollection of your little stunt.”
~
Lizzie decided she needed to lean into her fate a little bit more for the remainder of the week. She realized that with the right clothes, her body would take control less. A miniskirt could let her show off her legs without even getting up, and a low cut tank made bending over less necessary. Make up proved to be a game changer too. By Friday, she was able to go about her business all day without interruptions, besides the times she stumbled on her heels.
While Wendy had erased all real consequences of what happened on Tuesday, every guy in school was still talking about Lizzie’s one woman parade. Well, that or how the school had managed to somehow delete all the pictures of it off everybody’s phones. She had guys coming on to her wherever she went. She considered getting rejection business cards made up, and probably would have if she hadn’t known all this would be over by Friday.
“Well Lizzie, admit it. It’s great to have the spotlight glued to you like that.”
“Are you kidding? Everybody was watching everything I did, and I had guys making moves on me all the time. I hated it! I’m just glad it’s finally done.”
“What do you mean? I said it would be done when you admitted that you liked it. If you can’t do that, I think we’ve got to go for another week.”
Wendy fumed as Lizzie left stunned. That little bitch had every guy in school eating out of the palm of her hand, and she couldn’t be more ingrateful. She eyed the remote thoughtfully. Maybe she’s have to show Lizzie why that kind of attention was a good thing.
