The strange woman’s words echoed in Carlotta’s mind as she fished through the clutter of her bag. Trying to find her bus pass. She ran into her fair share of idiosyncratic weirdos working in beauty. But having some rando go off about magic and transforming into someone’s type was definitely a new one.
Still, she was a little nervous as she lined up and waited for the other passengers to get off the bus. Surely there was no such thing as magic. Carlotta just couldn’t believe that. No matter how strange her life had gotten recently.
She didn’t believe in magic. But she also didn’t really believe in herself very much these days. So the odd encounter at work was extra disorienting.
The whole thing got her thinking about what people’s types actually were. She watched as men and women stepped off the bus, one by one. Imagining that this guy preferred blondes or that one preferred brunettes. There was no way to ever know for sure. Besides asking. Which she wasn’t going to do.
Carlotta liked to imagine that she was most guy’s type. Being thin, bottle blonde and curvy. With an impeccable sense of fashion. Sammi had her seriously doubting herself for the first time ever. It was hard not to look inadequate next to a girl like that.
She watched to see if anyone was checking her out as they filed off the bus. She wore her wavy hair swept to one side. Her makeup was light, tasteful and expertly applied. She wore a loose fitting sleeveless white blouse. With a generous hint of cleavage. The cups of her blue bra were just barely visible from the right angle. Her not inconsiderably shapely ass fit snugly in her tight bluejeans.
Most failed to maintain eye contact with her. Which was something she was used to. A few stared for a little longer. Looking her up and down, their eyes lingering on her face or her curves before flicking their gaze in an inconspicuous direction. So, that was all par for the course. She wasn’t losing her mind. She was still very desirable. Just not to the person that she wished to be.
She was deep in her self loathing train of thought when someone bumped into her. She felt the summer heat induced sweat of a man’s shoulder making naked contact with hers.
“Hey, watch it!”
“Whatever babe”
Carlotta huffed as the rude dude walked on. He had the look of a dudebro about him. The Kind that she’d encountered many times before. Wearing a backwards ball cap and a sleeveless shirt to show off his toned, muscular arms. Guys like that always had so much misplaced confidence. She didn’t have to guess at his type…
She shuddered as she realized she had touched him. Hadn’t the strange woman warned her against that explicitly?
“Shit...Shit” Carlotta bit her nail nervously as her eyes followed the dude. He walked away heedlessly into the balmy night. Probably to go get drunk, or start a fight. Or whatever douchey tough guys did on the weekend.
It took her a moment, but Carlotta was able to laugh at herself. She shook her head. Of course nothing was going to happen. How could it? She was just being silly. Not to mention pigeonholing this guy that she knew nothing about except for his appearance. Well, and also his stupid comment. And his douchey voice…
Wait, why was she even thinking about him? She had to get home already. To see Sammi. She turned her face to the amber glow of the idling bus. It was her turn to get on. All she had to do was step forward and…
Carlotta swallowed hard as she once again found herself fixated on that...dude. Soon he would turn the corner and disappear into the night forever. Good riddance. She could just put the whole stressful encounter behind her forever. She bit her lip. Noticing his swaggering gait. And finding it kind of...cute?
No, cute wasn’t the right word. It couldn’t possibly be. There was nothing cute about the guy. He had been rude and stupid. Exactly the kind of guy she’d loathed and learned to avoid since she was in highschool. She had far too much self esteem to be chasing losers like that.
Which was why she found it so perplexing when she started walking into the night after him.
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Carlotta didn’t know exactly what had come over her as she tried to catch up with the random dude who’d been so thoughtless and rude to her. Her confusion only grew as she stumbled. Not realizing that her comfortable black sneakers were growing heels. Which turned her brisque pace into a clumsy tiptoe.
She stopped for just long enough to realize where she was. She knew this area well. The section of downtown where the flashy, overly expensive clubs and bars were located. She and her friends had spent much of their early 20s here. Dancing, getting wasted and trolling for guys. That phase of her life was now a fond memory. She matured out of it years ago.
She was not yet thirty but being here almost made her feel old. She recognized the distinct look of girls who were barely 21, lining up all night in slinky dresses. Huddled into little cliques. Hoping to have a hedonistic good time tonight. She did miss it every so often.
She shook her head again, trying to regain focus. She was here to see that guy...for some reason. She stalked down the street in her newly acquired heels. Bathed in the harsh neon glow of the flashy signs lining the street. She was never going to find him amongst the teeming throngs of club goers. She didn’t even know what she was doing here.
“This is stupid. What am I doing?”
Carlotta reached into her bag. Looking for her phone so she could call a cab Not noticing as her expertly manicured and tastefully painted nails were changing. Her real nails moved with a fluid grace. Turning into pink acrylic. A leopard print pattern was slowly materializing as she grabbed what she was looking for.
...A pack of cigarettes...She blinked in confusion. “What on earth…?”. Carlotta hadn’t smoked in years. And she only ever did so when she was drinking. Yet, here she was. Placing a smoke between her fingers like it was second nature again. She looked at it for a long time. Feeling the familiar softness. Contemplating the shape. Possibly to distract her brain as the cheap, tacky leopard print spots finished crawling across her nails.
She placed the pack back into her...Bra. Along with a small wad of cash. She distinctly remembered placing her bank card and her apartment key in the cigarette pack. Which made sense, she didn’t want anything to ruin the silhouette of her dress while she was...Dancing? Wait, that didn’t make any sense. Her brain puzzled as her bag evaporated. blinking out of existence.
She stood still and tilted her head. Growing a few inches off the ground as her shoes continued transforming into 5 inch lace up sneaker heels. Her blouse and pants crawled across her body. Slowly merging together and altering into a shiny turquoise fabric.
Her face was pure confusion as her hair started bundling up into a high ponytail. Strands of brunette streaked across her hair as her roots began to show through her hastily applied blonde dye job. Makeup swirled across her face rearranging into a slutty, caked on mess. Her classy pearl earrings started morphing into a gaudy pink pair of leopard print hoops. Her understated gold band necklace shifted shape. Until it sported a trashy rhinestone emblem that read ‘Barbie’.
She stood confused. Trying to place exactly what she was doing here as years of good sense and good taste vanished from her mind.
“Hey, ummm” Carlotta looked over at another woman. Standing in line for the club. She briefly had the presence of mind to ask for some kind of help. But it was gone in a flash. Along with years of beauty school training. “Do you, like, uhhh. Have a lighter?” Her head swam. That couldn’t have been what she meant to ask.
“Um, no. Sorry”
Carlotta meant to say something neutral. Like that’s fine, or no worries. But instead she blurted out “Whatever, whore”. Her eyes immediately grew wide and she placed her hand over her pastel pink lips. “Omigosh! I’m so sorry!”
The other girl rolled her eyes and shook her head. Turning away from Carlotta while she continued to wait in line.
Carlotta tiptoed away. Feeling terribly embarrassed. Why had she been so rude just now? It was unconscionable to behave that way. Uncon...Unco...Really, really stupid! Her head was starting to feel all fuzzy. Whatever, that skank probably did have a lighter anyways. What a slut.
“Oooh. What’s happening?” Carlotta clutched her head as she wobbled about on her heels. Her unlit cigarette was still pinched firmly between her fingers. So maybe she was looking for a lighter? Maybe. It was hard to think. But umm. She was at the club, so...Maybe she was here to go clubbing?
That made sense to her. She tottered over to stand in line. Still getting used to her brand new high heels. Which were pushing 6 inches now. With a generous amount of platform. Sleeves of grayscale tattoos began swirling up and down her arms and legs. Slowly inching their way to total coverage as the straps of her shiny dress vanished. Turning into a tube top micro dress that barely covered her thighs. The pink straps of her leopard print bra were clearly visible over her shoulder. Her matching panties would be visible now if she so much as bent over even a little bit.
Her heavily lined and shadowed eyes began to glaze over as her mind accepted the reality with which it was presented. Her club kid phase was once again in full swing. But something felt different this time. Or...the same. Or whatever. She didn’t have the brain power to question what was happening anymore. All she knew was she looked good and she was ready to get trashed.
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Carli turned heads as she entered the club. Her breasts and ass had started to expand while she was in line. An anti eyebrow piercing was suddenly present on her face. She now sported big, collagen enhanced lips.
“What am I doing?” She asked herself, and not for the first time tonight. Somehow, it all seemed so hazy though. Like, clearly she was clubbing. That much was obvious. She was young, dumb and hot. Getting fucked up was practically what she lived for. And like, getting laid too.
Carli scanned the crowd for dudes. Of which there were many. And then she saw him. Not just a dude, but her dude. The guy she had been trying to find all night. He had left his hat outside, thank god. Because he had a really nice head of hair beneath it. His face was impassive as her eyes met his. The contact lingered. And she knew she had gotten his attention.
She wasted no time in grabbing a drink and jumping into the fray on the dance floor.
She didn’t know the dude’s name. But he immediately zeroed in on her the second she was on the floor. The music throbbed on. Ear punishingly loud. But they didn’t need words to communicate. Their bodies would suffice. It wasn’t long before she turned and started bumping and grinding into his crotch.
Her ass continued to expand, faster now. The hem of her dress slid up her hips as they grew. Exposing most of her fat booty as she bent, dipped and popped. Moving her big, round, expanding ass in little circles against the dude’s rapidly stiffening cock.
One oversized tit slipped free of her tube top. Spilling out in front of her. She gasped and smiled. Throwing her hands over her head and continuing to grind for a solid couple of seconds before stuffing her boob back into her sluttly little scrap of a dress.
She was officially horny as fuck as she pulled the skirt of her dress back down over her bubble booty. This was it. What she had come here to do. The music, the alcohol and the hard dick pressed into her butt banished all traces of confusion from her mind.
This guy was exactly her type. Good looking and...Well, good looking mostly. She knew literally nothing else about him. But that was enough. And she was most definitely his type.
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Carli crouched on the washroom floor. Holding her drink in one hand and the dude’s cock in the other. Revelling in the sheer exhilaration of her own slutty behaviour as she went down on him.
“God, you’re such a whore” The dude huffed. Still unable to believe his luck. His absolute dream babe was currently sucking him off at the club. So, he could scratch that one off the bucket list.
She broke mouth to dick contact for just a moment to stare the dude in the eyes “Thanks”. She gave him a wink and went back to her task. Unaware that her tits and ass were expanding again as he came closer to nutting in her mouth. His incredible arousal pushing the changes even further.
She felt the familiar spasm of a man’s climax against her tongue as he began to pump hot cum into her mouth without warning. It was all she could do to keep every last drop contained. He had blown pretty hard. Which Carli took as a sign that she’d done her job well.
She removed his flagging member with a wet pop. Suddenly aware that someone could walk in on them at any second. She looked up at him with wide eyes and full on puffed out cheeks. Making sure he was watching while she made an exaggerated show of swallowing and licking her lips.
“W-wow…” Words failed him. But that was fine by her. They didn’t exactly have a lot to talk about.
Carli went to the mirror to fix her appearance. Ideally, she’d like to walk back out looking like she hadn’t just blown a random dude in the bathroom. Or not, it actually didn’t matter.
She furrowed her brow in confusion. The woman looking back at her was familiar, but in a very uncanny way.
Her hair was a tangled mess. Her makeup was smeared beyond repair. Her scandalous dress was askew. Clinging to her fat round tits and stupidly huge ass for dear life. Everything about her was crass, tasteless and overtly sexual.
“Perfect” She smirked and struck a pose before stepping back out into the oppressively loud and muggy club atmosphere.
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