by Answerdrain » Mon Mar 23, 2015 3:13 am
Day 3
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"I'm very positive, Beth. I want him to suffer today," said Samantha.
Beth didn't plan to take care of Derrick until Friday, but Samantha insisted that she wanted to have her revenge, too. Two of Beth's enemies had been stripped of what they were proud of, and now Samantha felt it was her turn.
"I have a major problem with Derrick indirectly," Beth said. "He actually has never talked to me, but he gave you hell all the time and also rubbed in the fact that no guy would date you."
"Actually, no man would date me because he put out the word that I'm a dog and not worth the time," replied Samantha with anger in her voice.
"In that case," Beth said, "I will let things happen around him. Since he never did anything to me, actually all his pains will come from other women indirectly. In fact, I will place a curse on him with the ball that will force him to trade things with any girl who asks for it for the whole day."
Derrick was in the classroom arguing with Pamela about life and the sexes. 'I can't stand these kinds of discussions, especially with a feminist like Pamela,' thought Derrick. 'But since she's the hottest cheerleader after Britney, as quarterback I must have her as my girlfriend.'
Then he turned his attention from Pamela and sighed. 'If only that little whore Samantha would have sex with me, I wouldn't be here listening to this crazy bitch.'
In that moment, Beth and Samantha entered the classroom. As usual, all the stares were on them. Two days had already passed, but the girls were still trying to get used to that kind of attention.
As Samantha was coming into the classroom, she spotted Derrick. She could feel his lust for her body. She held herself back from the strong temptation to let him know that the she was the girl he dumped last week. The idea of showing him what he could have was interesting, but a more wicked idea crossed her mind.
Taking advantage of the fact that he was staring her, Samantha winked at him. She contained the laugh at how easy it was for her to snag his attention. If he only knew what she had planned for him.
"Did you just wink at Derrick?" whispered Beth to Samantha.
"Don't worry, Beth," Samantha smiled, "I have everything under control."
"If you say so," Beth said as she took out the glass ball to apply the curse on Derrick.
While Beth was signing the future of Derrick, he couldn't take his eyes off Samantha. Of course, he couldn't imagine that sexy woman was three days ago the plain, short girl he had for a girlfriend.
"That is exactly what I mean," said Pamela, breaking Derrick's concentration.
"What?!" Derrick said in reply, annoyed at being interrupted.
"We, the girls," Pamela complained, "are always trying to play at being cute and coy and trying to tease men into hooking up with us. For example, that girl that just came in. She flashed you a quick wink and now she has to wait until you stand up and talk to her."
"That's not a bad idea," said Derrick, already standing up from his seat.
"Typical," said a now angry Pamela. "We have to wait for you because men are brazen and straightforward in getting girls."
Just then, Pamela felt something happening inside her as Derrick stood frozen in his tracks. "It would be better if I stay here and wait for her," said Derrick as he returned to his seat.
As Derrick is walking back to his seat, Pamela watched as the busty friend of the girl that winked at Derrick was quickly putting a small crystal ball inside her pocket. She put that thought aside for a moment when she noticed the wicked smile that the firey red-haired girl had.
"Our job is done here," Beth said to Samantha. "Let's go to our homes. We need to return all the clothes we bought on Sunday."
"Why? They fit us nicely," complained Samantha.
"Not for long." giggled Beth. "I'm planning to 'expand' my horizons."
"Oh!" Samantha gasped, realizing what her friend meant. "And what about Derrick?"
"He won't go anywhere. It will be great to return at lunch time and see how much he has given of himself," laughed Beth as she and Samantha left the classroom.
"Ha! You let her go, Romeo!" laughed Pamela, seeing the sad face that Derrick had as he watched Samantha leaving the room. "Poor little you. You didn't make your mind on time," she said, standing up from her seat. "I have to go now, Derrick. See you later."
'I feel different,' Pamela thought as she walked through the hall. "Seeing Derrick as a loser was a great turn on. Now I need a man to scratch my itch," she said aloud, surprised at her language.
When Pamela spotted the captain of the football team walking alone a few feet ahead, she increased her speed to reach him.
"Hello, Douglas," she said.
"Hi, Pamela," replied the strong ball player. "How are you?"
"Very horny, and you're going to give me what I need," said Pamela as she pushed Douglas inside the janitor's closet. "I promise your girlfriend will never know."
Meanwhile, Derrick was having a hard time trying to figure out why he didn't talk to that red haired beauty. "I guess it will be later. It's time for practice," he said as he headed out to the field.
As he was walking through the hall, Derrick enjoyed how the other women were watching him. He inadvertently started to smile at them. The girls quickly blushed and even though his action wasn't intended, he certainly enjoyed the results.
Suddenly, being stared at by other girls was embarrassing him. Derrick decided to get out to the field faster to avoid those female stares. He walked more quickly, missing the fact that a short but cute girl started to walk confidently in the hall.
That girl was one of the girls Derrick smiled at. Being embarrassed by the way he smiled at her, the girl wished she could be as confident as him. A wish that thanks to Derrick's curse was granted.
Derrick started to panic as he noticed not only his strength leaving him, but also the people around him getting taller. Unfortunately for him, there were a lot of women in school wishing they were taller and stronger, and he was feeling it drastically.
Finally, Derrick exited the school and reached the training field. Since only men were present, he was safe from more changes. Of course, he still had to absorb his recently acquired condition.
When he reached the dressing room, he gasped at how baggy his clothes were. There were no other players in the room, so he used a scale to measure himself. "This is a fucking nightmare!!" he yelled as the scale showed he was 5' 8".
"I'm five inches shorter!!" he cursed. "How is this possible?" he gasped. "And my arms? What happened to my muscles?" he cried as his once hard biceps were no more than jello in his arms. His arms and legs seemed to feel heavier than normal.
"The coach is going to kill me!" said Derrick, worried about what the coach would say instead of getting worried about his condition. "At least with the equipment, people won't realize my muscle condition. I only hope they don't notice my loss in height, too."
As Derrick was walking onto the field, he realized that the captain and two other players weren't present. The coach was about to yell at Derrick for being late, when the arrival of the captain saved him.
"Rogers!! Where the hell have you been?" the coach yelled to Douglas.
"Sorry, coach," Douglas said in apology. "Something came up and I couldn't be here on time."
"And where are Edison and Martinez??" the coach yelled. "We don't have all day!!"
"They're trapped in...some late assignments," laughed Douglas. "They should be coming soon."
"Is there a joke you want to share with us?" asked the coach.
"No, sir," Douglas replied more seriously.
"That's better, because today you will have the hardest and most draining training in your lives!" announced the coach.
"Just what I need," sighed Derrick.
In the mall nearby, Beth and Samantha were enjoying a couple of sodas as they discussed what to do first. "During the past two days, I have discovered many uses for this glass ball, Samantha," said Beth.
"Indeed, Beth. It's incredibly powerful."
"It not only has helped me to get revenge on the people I hate, but it
also has helped us to mold our bodies into the gorgeous shapes we now
have," said Beth, admiring her curvaceous form.
"But tell me something, Beth, are you going to leave our five victims the way your revenge will affect them?" asked Samantha, concerned.
"I must say that my first thought was to leave them like that. But later, after seeing how Terry and Britney ended, I understood that if I do that, I will be as mean as them. I don't want that. I will leave them in those forms until the next week," Beth explained. "After that, I will reverse what I did to them. Certainly spending the weekend in those forms will teach them a lesson they won't forget."
"I'm glad to hear that," Samantha replied. "I was afraid that my dear friend with the kind heart would be lost in the deep anger you now have."
"Thanks for your concern, Samantha," Beth said reassuringly, "and that only reaffirms my decision to let you enjoy the wonders this ball allows me to do. Speaking of those wonders, tell me how you would like to end up?"
"It's a bit embarrassing," blushed Samantha.
"Oh, come on! You're confident enough to share anything with me."
"That's true," Samantha said, blushing even deeper, "but I don't know what you're going to think of the changes I want to do."
"What do you have in mind?" asked Beth, intrigued.
"Well, I'm very beautiful and confident now," Samantha stated. "But there are some things I want to enhance besides my curves."
"Go on," said Beth, very interested.
Samantha nodded, then went on, "One of the things I would like is if you can make me smarter, you know, like giving me a few IQ points from other people. Another thing I would like is to be strong. But don't get me wrong. I don't want huge muscles, eeewww. What I want is the strength from other people. I want to be like Supergirl. Having super strength in a normal female body," smiled Samantha as she placed her hands on her waist.
"Being smarter and stronger are really good ideas," smiled Berth. "I don't know if we can be as strong as Supergirl, but certainly we can reach super human levels."
"But that's not all the changes I would like," interrupted Samantha. "I would also like to have knowledge, tons and tons of knowledge that would include all that I need to know about sex," she added, blushing again. "And as a final request, I would like that my body could be more erogenous, you know..."
"No, I don't," Beth said with a grin. "Can you be more explicit?"
"Well...I would like to increase my sensitivity level. I would like to feel very good when someone touches me. I want to reach powerful orgasms that wash through my body and let me spend like a man," laughed Samantha.
"Ah! That is a nice thought," said Beth. "Let's see what we can do for those changes later, but now, I want to be taller and maybe two or three breast cups bigger," she added, standing up from the bench.
"Yeah, I would like that too. Besides, I was considering a change in the color of my eyes," smiled Samantha as she walked with her friend, gracefully swaying her rear.
Back at the school, Derrick was having a hard time during his practice. The couch was yelling at him for his lack of condition. He was easily tackled by other teammates, and the fact that he was throwing like a girl didn't help his confidence.
After the practice, Derrick was embarrassed to get into the showers. What bothered him was that he wasn't sure if his embarrassment was because of his loss of stature and muscle tone or if it was because there would be other people looking at him.
As he hid behind the door of his locker, Derrick could clearly hear Douglas talking with the other two players who'd arrived late. "I don't know about you guys, but it seems to me like Pamela has lost her inhibitions."
"Yeah. I know that she was a feminist, but she never dared to take the first step. Now, if she wants to have sex, she really lets you know!" laughed one of the guys.
"That's fantastic for me," laughed Douglas. "She even swears that she won't say anything to my girl."
After hearing the words of his teammates, Derrick decided to see if what they were saying about Pamela was true. He went back into the school during class hours, so the halls were empty.
"This day is turning weirder and weirder. If what the guys said is true, Pamela is having massive amounts of sex during school hours while I myself am getting nowhere near as much as I usually do," said Derrick as he approached the janitor's closet. The low moans coming from the inside made it very clear what was going inside.
"What is happening here?" said Derrick, opening the door. His jaw hit the floor as he realized that inside was Pamela riding a nerd roughly. "Get out!" he yelled.
Embarrassed, the nerd pulled up his pants and after thanking Pamela for everything with a kiss, he disappeared with the speed of a lightning bolt.
"The nerds are the best ones!" said Pamela, licking her lips. "They are so grateful that they let you dominate them in every single way."
"What is going on with you? You shouldn't be acting like this."
"And who do you think you are to tell me what I should be doing?" replied an angered Pamela.
Derrick stepped back at Pamela's words. That motion wasn't missed by Pamela. 'Ever since Derrick and I were discussing things this morning, it seems that something has changed between us. It's time to do some research,' Pamela thought.
"You want to have sex with me, right Derrick?" she suggested sexily. He nodded. "So what are you waiting for?" she said, pulling Derrick inside the closet and closing the door.
"What are you doing? We could be caught and expelled for being here!" Derrick exclaimed, trying to rationalize with Pamela, but she didn't hear him as she was busy with other things.
Pamela quickly undressed Derrick, finding it erotic that he was resisting her. "Oh, Derrick, have you always been this thin?" she gasped, realizing that Derrick's chest looked a bit flabby.
"That's none of your business," said Derrick, pulling down his T-shirt.
"You men are so lucky. We've both been engaged in exhausting activities, but while I feel completely drained, you still seem to be full of energy. That's because guys have the ability to get charged by exercising while girls don't. After all the exercise I have done, I would be glowing with energy if I had that ability."
Suddenly, Pamela gasped as she felt her whole body being re-energized while Derrick felt the exact opposite. For a moment, they were looking at each other's eyes. Both realized what had just happened between them.
Finaly, Pamela talked. "Did you...?"
"No. And neither did you," interrupted Derrick as he left the closet embarrassed and tired.
For a moment Pamela stood inside the closet, enjoying how good her body felt. "That only proves my theory. Something happened between me and Derrick in the morning class. And whatever that was, the busty blonde girl with the strange crystal must know something. I must find her," said Pamela as she finally left the closet, feeling she could fly.
Embarrassed because of what had just happened, Derrick decided to stay hidden in the bathroom until the bell announced it was lunch time.
As Derrick was walking to the cafeteria, a group of three girls was walking behind him. Even with all the noise in the hall, he could hear perfectly well what the girls were saying. "My boyfriend hates our chatting about the relationship...he says that a lot of girls, not all...99%...maybe 99.9% are always complaining," said one of the girls.
'That's very true. Girls are always saying that we should not be hanging with friends, or not drink beer, or whatever nonsense they have in their mind,' thought Derrick with her in mind.
"But what can we do? Men have flaws and it's our right to point them out. We're always doing things for them. How I would like to be that 0.1% of women that doesn't care about the relationship," said that girl. "Hey! That was liberating. I don't feel the pressure of controlling him anymore."
"Like men need to be controlled," sighed Derrick. 'Girls are always losing time and money going shopping, or they like to increase the phone bill by talking hours and hours on the phone, or just because they are women, they always demand the bathroom as if it was their personal kingdom.'
"You are very lucky. My boyfriend has always insisted that I let him be the one to pay the bill in the restaurant. Is there something wrong if a girl pays the bill? I would like to be able to do that," said another girl.
'I don't see why not,' Derrick thought in reply. 'I don't see anything wrong with that. In fact, I would really like having a girl invite me from time to time.'
"You shouldn't worry about that," said the third girl. "That bit about paying the bill is one of the last acts that men can do as gentlemen. They don't care about our feelings anymore, they only care about our looks. It would be so much fun to get rid of these female emotions and act like a man," she added. "In fact, that's what I'm going to do from now on. I won't care about the feelings of my lover as long as he has a hot body."
"That is so sad," Derrick sighed softly. "I would feel awful if a woman didn't care for what was inside me and only saw me as a piece of meat."
"That's right, girl!" said the second girl. "I get upset about being rushed while I'm getting dressed for going out. It would be perfect if a man had to go through that for himself," she laughed.
At that moment Derrick realized something was happening to him. Suddenly the mere mention of being rushed while getting dressed was annoying him. In fact, that couldn't be possible as he was very quick changing his clothes.
"Yeah, right. That wouldn't be possible!" laughed the first girl. "For that to happen, a man would need to be insecure with his body, like I am with mine." Then, blinking, the girl added, "But what am I talking about, my body doesn't have anything wrong. I'm slim, intelligent and funny, maybe I don't have the curves of the models in the magazines, but I'm still a woman that is very capable of doing all the things those girls can and more."
Her friends cheered up at her upbeat attitude change, while Derrick suddenly felt extremely insecure about his body. His loss of muscles and height were beginning to affect him. "No," he said, "there is something more. It looks like I've acquired the girl's complex."
He shook his head. "Oh my..." he gasped. "There is something weird with me, and I need to figure out what it is soon," said Derrick as he went into the cafeteria.
After placing his lunch on his tray, Derrick tried to find a place separate from the rest of the students. Just a group of fat girls were near him. Since nobody wanted to be close to them, that was just fine for Derrick.
'I must figure out what is happening to me,' Derrick mused as he ate his meal silently.
At the next table, the fat girls were arguing about their weight. "It is so unfair that just because we are fat, nobody wants to talk to us," protested one of them.
"Yeah, just look at that guy over there. He's eating alone while we have plenty of room at this table for him," said another girl. "Hey you," called out the girl to Derrick. "Wouldn't you like to sit with us?"
Derrick didn't want to sit with them, but found it intriguing that the suggestion of the girl was motivating him to go there. Like he was a shy person.
When Derrick sat next to the girl that had called him, she introduced herself and her friends. "Hello, my name is Veronica and they are Natalie and Gabrielle."
"Nice to meet you, girls. My name is Derrick," he said while trying to hide his blush.
With the introductions done, Derrick decided to continue his meal. Natalie noticed the amount of food he was eating. "Hope this doesn't make you uncomfortable Derrick, but I can't avoid feeling a bit envious of you. You're eating just like us and you look so thin."
"That's because," he swallowed, "I'm a football player. I need a lot of food to keep my body strong," Derrick finished, realizing the irony of his words.
"That helps too, but the truth is that men don't gain weight like women," Natalie said. "How I wish I could digest my meals as fast as a man."
"Like by wishing our states could change," sighed Gabrielle. "If I had a wish, it would be to lose my out-of-control appetite for fatty food," she laughed. Then her expression changed as she saw her greasy hamburger.
"I don't know you girls, by I have just lost my appetite for this," said Gabrielle holding her hamburger. "Anyone want it?"
"I would like it," replied Derrick with a speed that surprised even him. Gabrielle gave him the hamburger, and even it had already been bitten into, Derrick didn't mind and finished it.
"Look at him, how he eats. It seems he enjoys fatty food," giggled Veronica. "At least he can enjoy those things. I always get upset about where all the fat goes when I gain weight. How I would wish to change my girly weight distribution."
"Oh, yes," replied Gabrielle. "I would love to lose my laziness and have energy to exercise."
After that comment, Derrick felt a strong tiredness filling his body. 'It's happening again,' Derrick thought, alarmed. Standing up, he apologized and began to move away from the table, but not fast enough to avoid hearing Nicole.
"No matter how hard I wish, I won't be the skinny woman I want to be."
Just then, Derrick felt his baggy clothes getting real tight as his weight increased dramatically. He saw his hand and gasped as he noticed that his hand had chubby fingers.
"Look at me, girls! I'm thin!" cried Nicole in great pleasure. Derrick turned his head and looked with astonishment at the slim girl that was covered in clothes several sizes too big for her. At that moment, Derrick realized what was happening to him. 'Somehow, the girls are swapping things with me,' he thought as he put together the pieces of the puzzle. 'I need to get out of here now.'
Moving as fast as he could with his new weight and lack of muscle, Derrick waddled through the hall toward the exit. His hands covered his ears to avoid hearing the girls talking around him. But that was useless.
As he struggled in the sea of people, women kept wishing something. "How I regret the tattoo on my rear. It's very feminine, but it seems boys don't like it. I wish I don't have it anymore," said one girl.
A nerdy girl holding her papers was crossing paths with Derrick while saying, "Today is my presentation. How I wish I had a stronger, commanding voice."
Another girl was looking at her reflection in her pocket mirror and whispered, "I would love to know how I would look as a blonde," and suddenly her hair changed.
When Derrick was finally reaching the door, one of the teachers was going into her classroom saying, "I would look so much younger if it weren't for these glasses. If only my vision could be perfect."
Derrick was about to reach for the door handle when his vision blurred. "Not this!" he cursed, as he kept moving toward the light. Then, a large object obstructed his path and he didn't react in time. He crashed flat against what felt like a wall of bricks.
"Are you all right, little fella?" a sensual female voice asked Derrick.
"I don't think so," said Derrick in his high voice. "I think I broke my nose," he said, rubbing his sore nose.
"What happened here?" said another female voice that Derrick recognized as the teacher who took his vision.
"Nothing, teacher. The boy here just bumped against my friend. He must have lost his glasses or something," said a second sensual voice.
"Let me help you," said the first sensual voice before Derrick felt his body being lifted from the ground with no problem. "There you go," giggled the woman as she placed Derrick back onto his feet.
"Whoa, young lady. He looks very heavy. I guess I underestimated his weight," said the teacher.
"Oh, no. It's just that I'm pretty strong," giggled the girl.
Derrick was trying hard to visualize the women in front of him. He couldn't see them, but their voices and aromas didn't pass unperceived by his other senses.
"I found a pair of glasses that may be of help to you," said the teacher as she handed him her own glasses.
With the glasses of the teacher, Derrick was able to see again and his first reaction was to drool at the hot amazon women in front of him as his neck craned to see their faces. Going by his own lack of height, he estimated each of them were beyond being six feet tall.
There was a blonde woman that easily could be 6' 7" tall. Her prominent bust almost blocked his view. Her breasts obscenely stretched her short blouse that also exposed her narrow waist while her miniskirt revealed her shapely legs.
The other was a firey red-haired woman, two inches shorter than her friend. Her breasts were a bit smaller, but filled out completely her hot tube top. Her tight jeans were perfect to show how marvelously firm a rear she had.
Looking at these two goddesses, Derrick couldn't avoid noticing that these two women looked a bit similar to the ones that entered his classroom in the morning. 'Could it be possible that I didn't see them right?' wondered Derrick. 'That must be, people don't tend to improve their looks like that, but then, I'm an example of the opposite,' he sadly thought.
Seeing that the heavy student seemed to be okay with her old glasses, the teacher returned to the classroom.
"Hope you can see well now, little man," smiled the redhead. "I don't want you to get injured bumping into other people," she giggled.
The goddesses were about to leave when Derrick grabbed the arm of the red-haired woman. "You want to tell me something?" said the girl.
"I...I..." muttered Derrick in his girly voice as he tried to say something to the gorgeous woman in front of him. The fact that she had the smoothest skin he had ever touched was making it difficult for him to talk. "Do you...remember me?" he finally managed to say.
"I'm sorry, but I don't think we have met before," said the girl.
"You saw me in the morning and winked me an eye. Do you remember that?"
"DERRICK!" gasped the girl, covering her mouth.
"You know my name!" Derrick smiled happily.
"I...I..." Now it was the girl's time to mutter.
She was about to talk when Derrick spotted Pamela walking toward him. "There you are. I need to talk to you," she said.
"Oh, no. I have to go," said Derrick as he ran in an opposite direction.
The two friends were about to talk to each other when Pamela interrupted. "Hey, I don't know if you hear me, but I really need to talk to you," she said to the blonde girl.
"Do you want to talk to me?" the blonde replied, raising an eyebrow.
"Yeah, who one else do you think I want to talk to?" said Pamela.
"I don't know, maybe with...never mind. What do you want to ask me?" said the blonde.
"I want to ask you about the crystal ball inside your pocket."
"My what?!" said the now alarmed blonde girl.
"Don't deny it. I see you holding it in your hand and suddenly something happened between Derrick and I," said Pamela. Then, remembering his loss of height and muscle, she added, "Or maybe you did something to Derrick?"
"Interesting," said the blonde girl, taking a glass ball out of her pocket. "By the way, my name is Beth, and my friend here is Samantha. Since it seems that you know what is going on, it would be best to tell you the truth."
Beth pulled Pamela closer. "Derrick is cursed. And until the end of the day, he will be sharing what other women could want or desire from him, and as I saw, he can receive what the women don't want, too," smiled Beth.
"No way!" said Pamela.
"And that's not the whole story," Beth explained. "Derrick is just one of the victims upon whom I will take out my revenge. Terry and Britney have already suffered my revenge, and soon Daniel and Justine will feel it, too. With this ball I can transfer amounts of traits from one person to another. I can use it to strip the best traits of my victims as well as to increase my own."
"And the reason why you are telling me this is...?" said Pamela, now afraid.
"...is because it's good to share this with someone else. Even for a moment," sighed Beth as she held the ball in front of Pamela. The ball glowed, and while Pamela was blinking her eyes, Beth put the ball back into her pocket.
"Like I was saying," said Beth. "Derrick ran in that direction. If you hurry, you'll catch him."
"Thanks!" smiled Pamela as she ran away.
"What exactly did you do to Pamela?" asked Samantha.
"I just extracted her memories about seeing me using the ball and what I told her about my plans. She remembers the curse upon Derrick, but she doesn't know the cause," giggled Beth.
"That's very good," Samantha answered. "She definitely seemed like she was going to take advantage of Derrick's curse."
"Since poor ole Derrick is the typical alpha male," said Beth, "I don't care what the cheerleader asks for and tries to get."
"True. But I must admit that I didn't expect such radical changes in Derrick. If I had to guess, I would say that he has lost height, muscles, confidence, and obviously his slim condition."
"Don't forget about his voice, eyes, and his hair. It was really shocking to see him with hair as red as yours," laughed Beth.
"Those changes were amazing, but you know what was the funniest thing of all?" asked Samantha. "The way he bounced against my body!" she laughed. "I guess that we increased our skin density extraordinarily. My hard abs almost broke his nose."
"Lucky for him that he was shorter. Otherwise you could have poked his eyes with your nipples. You could have left him blind!" laughed Beth.
"That's a nice idea," smiled Samantha wickedly, knowing that not even a hard steel pipe could dent the soft skin of her breasts.
"Well, we don't need to lose any more time," smiled Beth. "Your revenge on Derrick has been a success. It would be great to know how Pamela finishes the job. Maybe if we finish early in draining some of the knowledge of the people in the library we can see how Derrick ends up."
Meanwhile, Derrick was having a hard time. He headed to the gym to start to work out his body. He wanted to burn part of the fat he gained and also build some muscle back, but he sadly realized that he felt too lazy to try the machines. He remembered the wish Gabrielle made. 'She took any will I have to work out.'
He was heading out of the gym in defeat when two girls approached, walking in. He tried to get away from them, but it was too late.
One of them spotted Derrick and said to the others, "What a pathetic fat boy. While I trained a lot to have muscles, he only spent his time eating. It's unfair that he can build muscle so much faster than me. Imagine how much bigger my biceps would be."
Derrick knew that another part of him has being lost. He needed to get away before the other girl would wish something from him.
"Having muscles can be helpful for a girl with too large a chest like me, but I would wish that my breasts weren't so big because they are hard on my back," said the other girl.
"I'm with you, girl. Being large in some areas is not so good. I would wish that my butt wasn't so damn big!" laughed the first girl as she and her friend went to the lockers.
"Oh, no. Please don't," cried Derrick as he felt two mounds of flesh growing on his chest. "I'm a freak!" he continued crying as his rear expanded. When his transformation was over, Derrick had a big ass and saggy B-cup breasts.
"Hello, Derrick," said a voice that froze his blood. "It seems that you were hiding from me," smiled Pamela.
"Please don't come closer, Pamela," begged Derrick. "You don't know what I'm going through."
Pamela grinned. "But I really do know what you are going through," she said, getting closer to Derrick.
He stepped back in fear.
"Why you are afraid of me? Maybe because I can take something from you?" Pamela grinned wickedly.
"Please, I have lost so much. Look at me. I'm almost a girl," said Derrick, showing his feminized body.
"But you haven't lost everything. That's why I still care about you. What about if I'm a good friend and offer you my help so you won't be feeling bad about your body anymore?" smiled Pamela.
"Can you do it?" asked Derrick.
"Sure," laughed Pamela. "I will only need to have what little confidence, willpower and self-esteem you still have."
"No!" yelled Derrick as Pamela absorbed the only things that allowed him to get worried about himself.
"I couldn't feel a great change in me, but you certainly felt it. Now, Derrick, jump on one leg," ordered Pamela.
Derrick obeyed, and started to jump as he was ordered.
"This is so cool!" giggled Pamela. "Now, how about if we go to some other place to talk more in private."
Derrick nodded and followed her.
Pamela chose a nice place near the fountain outside the school. "Here we can continue our morning conversation about how it's not fair that guys have this and that over girls," smiled Pamela.
"One of the things that guys have is stamina. You are brave, more assertive. You can actually speak in your minds. Those kind of traits I would like to have. Will you share them with me?" said Pamela, biting her lips with the excitement of already feeling her personality getting stronger.
"Another thing I don't like is the way men laugh at the women's skills behind the wheel. Don't you think it would be nicer if I had your driving knowledge...for a safe and better world," smiled Pamela.
"Now that I'm a good driver, it would be the best if I had a large resistance to alcohol. Men can stand more alcohol than women and I would like to enjoy that," said Pamela, transferring another man's ability to her.
"This conversation is really productive, Derrick," said Pamela. "At least for one of us," she giggled. "But let me tell you something, it's not fair that you are giving me so much of you and you are not receiving anything in return. How about if we do a swap? You can give me a man's ability to be perceived as better fit for business, and you can take mine."
She grinned. "With this change, I'm sure to obtain a good job position and a great salary. Hope you don't end up as a secretary!"
Pamela crossed her arms. "Another thing that I would like to show you is how unfair it is that when a girl has sex she always has to be the one to worry about protection and the possibility of pregnancy. But that would mean that you would have to become a woman and myself a man, and there is no way I would do that," she said.
Just to her luck. Her friend Milena was walking by. "Hello, Milena. Are you heading home?" asked Pamela.
"Yes," replied Milena. "I was about to take a cab."
"Well, a woman with six months of pregnancy can't go alone," grinned Pamela. "Let that my friend 'Danielle' join you."
Milena looked at Derrick, and even though he was dressed in boys clothes, the way his body looked, especially in the hips and chest, made her think that Derrick was a girl.
"After Milena takes her cab, you can go to your home," said Pamela to Derrick. Then, whispering in his hear she said, "I'm not a bad person, so I think I have too much willpower and self-esteem. I would like to lose just what I took from you in the gym."
Derrick felt that part of his old self was getting back. "But don't get so happy. The confidence I took from you will remain in me forever. That will teach you to be a submissive man," Pamela continued whispering.
When Milena and Derrick were leaving, Pamela said something. "Ah, Milena, while you are walking, tell Danielle about the pregnancy symptoms you don't want to have. I promise you will feel much better. Danielle has that effect on other women." Pamela did her best to hold her laughter.
Milena shrugged and started to walk with Derrick at her side. "Well, Danielle, the symptoms I hate are bloating, backache, cravings and mood swings. But the one I hate the most is weight gain. If only I could get extra muscle so that I could easily bear the pregnancy," she sighed.
Derrick felt his muscles melting in his body and his back aching while his stomach slowly expanded with her excess weight. His belly dilated and expanded as certainly the extra fat the women always gain during pregnancy was being transferred to him.
Meanwhile, Milena noticed that she felt better, stronger and easier to carry the baby's weight. Her muscles seemed to firm up, and her backache went away. "Hey, Pamela was right, I feel so good," she said, feeling her body lighter with each step while all her problems were fading away.
As Milena was walking with him, she started to walk straight and tall, feeling great, while Derrick grabbed the box of cookies Milena was eating and started to devour it. He began to moan about his aches and pains.
After stopping her cab, Milena said goodbye to Danielle. Once she was inside the cab, she wondered why Pamela didn't tell her that Danielle was pregnant, too. "At least, she sure looked like it." She shrugged again.
Derrick walked sadly toward his house. He knew that since Milena remained pregnant, his body wouldn't lose those pounds of fat as a woman does after the pregnancy. He found himself crying for no reason, and having food cravings.
"Maybe his punishment was too hard, Beth," said Samantha to Beth as they witnessed the whole event.
"Maybe, but I think that it will be nice for him to understand what a woman has to pass through during the pregnancy. I bet that when his punishment ends, he will treat women differently," said Beth.
"Sure he will!" said Samantha.