Your last pickup TF TG Pov by FrostForeHead on DeviantArt
Sitting on the couch, playing your console, you pondered this entire strange day, and all those guys who, for some reason, were hitting on you and complimenting your ass."Idiots, obviously into guys..." you chuckled harshly to yourself, completely unaware. The gamepad seemed unusually larger than usual. A sudden, sharp realization hit you—the 'sneakers', they arched your feet.Rising from the couch, you headed to the mirror... "Just a quick look," you muttered, your voice reaching a pitch that was hauntingly melodic. "To see what's wrong with everyone today..."You stepped into the frame. The silvered light didn't just reflect; it captured.The man in the plaid shirt was gone. In his place stood a vision in a skintight pink dress, its sequins catching the dim light like a thousand tiny stars. Your breath hitched. You pressed your hands together in a silent, desperate plea, but the transformation was no longer a fluid illusion. As your eyes met the eyes in the mirror, you felt the magic snap into place—heavy, permanent, and undeniably beautiful.The twelve-hour clock didn't run out, but your "one quick glance" had just sealed the deal.Two hours agoAs you walked home, you weren't holding back, as usual—pestering every pretty woman wearing a skirt. However, the one in the golden dress... she looked at you strangely. For a moment, it seemed as if her gaze lit up with gold, but then it faded. While time seemed to freeze for a moment, she whispered:Bold of heart and crude of tongue,By your pride this web is spun.Twelve hours now to play this part,With silk for skin and a beating heart.The clock shall tick, the sun shall fade,To undo the change your ego made.But heed my word, the trap is set:A silver gaze you'll soon regret.If to the glass your eyes shall stray,To see the girl you've met today—The silvered light will lock the spell,In this fair form you’ll ever dwell.Twelve hours to wait, or one quick glance,To seal your fate and end your chance.Having finished whispering, time returned to its normal course."My name is Lucy, but I don't date such delicate beauties, so... ciao!" Waving her hand, she quickly walked away, giggling suspiciously."What a fool," you thought, "let's continue on our way... the illusion allowed itself to feel the same as you were, but the curse had already worked. Your height was compensated for by a pair of heels, which felt just like sneakers, making your steps as confident as a graceful doe's! Your jeans and plaid shirt felt just as confident... although everyone around you saw something completely different."Hey, babe, want to come over to my place and play some games on my gamepad..." You slyly approached yet another beauty, not even realizing you were the same height as her."Pfft... what a fool," she waved you off, putting on her headphones and walking away."Nice ass!" the guys shouted after you, someone even tried to spank you. You ducked at the last moment, just as confidently in your... or so you thought—sneakers."Get lost, idiot..." you said, certain of his orientation, that something was wrong with her. In the face of such strange events, you decide to head home, clicking your 'sneakers', not suspecting in the least what had happened.
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