Fake ID

by: phem



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"Come on Chris!" said Chris's college roomate Joe. "Aren't you going to come to the bar tonight?" Chris was a freshman in College. He met Joe in High School and when Joe got accepted to college Chris went ahead and applied. Chris wasn't much of a scholar but his scores were average and he got in. Joe and him both lucked out when they got the same dorm room, now best friends taking their friendship to the next level. Joe was a big guy, always going to the parties and the bars, always with a girl in each arm. Chris's build was just like his test scores, average. He was average weight for 6' tall, with pale skin and glasses. He never had much luck with girls. Joe was his only chance of scoring a girl in this lifetime. When Joe went somewhere, if Chris tagged along, he would get to play wingman. Not the most respectable of positions but it was something. "Didn't your fake ID come in yet?" asked Joe after he saw Chris's glum expression to his previous question. "Nah, they're just too expensive," Chris said sheepishly. "Well stop being a wimp. Just pony up the dough and get one. Seriously, if you just keep sitting around here in your dorm you'll die a virgin. I can't have a roomie that insists on depressing me with his lame lifestyle." And with that Joe strutted off. No doubt to have the time of his life. That's it, Chris thought. He fired up his laptop and started browsing the sites Joe was pushing on him for weeks now. Jeez, they're all $150 and up, maybe I can just wait the three years to actually turn 21. Then again, in three years without any interaction with girls and no experience in bars I may never catch up socially. Chris began Googling for a cheaper alternative and stumbled on some magical surplus site, spellsrus.com. Kind of cheesy place to sell fake IDs he thought. He read on, only $25 and if anybody can prove the ID is not the identity of the holder they get a full refund. "Well, what do I have to lose." Chris entered his credit card information and clicked the blinking "BUY" button. The next morning Chris made his way to class. His usual route took him right past the campus post office. He often stopped by to check for letters from home or even better, pity packages from relatives. To his surprise, an envelope with the return address marked spellsrus.com was in his mailbox. "There is no way," he thought, "I ordered it less than 24 hours ago." Chris still had a few minutes before class, he ran into the men's restroom for privacy. Chris found the bathroom luckily vacant, he ran into one of the stalls and locked the door. He slit open the envelope and nervously dumped the contents into his hands. A driver's license popped out with a stickynote ontop of it. "We are sure you will enjoy yourself, thanks for your business." Signed, "The Wizard." Chris could not help but snicker at the idea. Some company or some guy was making bank creating pieces of plastic for kids who wanted to drink. At least he seems confident in his product. He peeled off the stickynote to see how it turned out. The first thing that caught his eye was the picture. It was not the picture he submitted the night before, it was not a picture of him at all. Staring back at him was some teenage girl, a very hot teenage girl. For a moment he could not look away. She had long, blonde hair framing a small, girlish face. Her large, blue eyes looked so innocent by themselves but combined with her petite nose and pouty red lips she looked capable of seducing any man. He finally broke his eyes from the perfect face and began reading the ID. Name, Chrissie D Demidov, so close to his name Chris D Demidov. He had yet to meet another family in the US with his last name. His parents moved from Russia just before he was born, the name was common there but not so much in the states. This had to be his application. The statistical improbability of some Chrissie D Demidov's application getting to him right after he applied seemed way too wide. Chris read on, address: his home address, birth date: 09/05/1995, sex: female, height: 5'0", weight: 105lbs. OK, he thought. "That is my house address and her birthday is mine, just three years later. Wait this isn't even a fake ID, it is a freaking fake learner's permit!" Chris sighed in disbelief. They completely screwed his order up. On the bright side, he could just send it back for a full refund... later! He was late for class. Chris sprinted to the next building over making it to the rear of the classroom just before the professor entered. The professor started to blab about Physics101. Chris took basic physics in High School so he never really had to pay attention. He usually sat and stared at the hot girls in class until the bell rang. He began his usual doodles and occasional glances at the hot redhead directly in front of him when an itchy sensation distracted him. It was horrible. His entire body would start to itch, the itch would build up to a near unbearable level, then vanish. He wondered if the magic shop he bought the ID from threw in some itching powder as final kick in the nuts. He would definitely be complaining now. The itching continued for the rest of class, he eventually got to the point where he could ignore it. As he stood up to leave for lunch he noticed a bunch of little hairs where he was sitting. It took a second for him to realize those were his arm hairs. His arms were normal at the start of class but through the hour he shed every hair on both of his arms. Something like this couldn't mean anything good. He would have to see the campus doctor at some point tomorrow. He made his way towards the cafeteria. Usually by this time Chris was starving but he wasn't hungry today. He figured he was weirded out over losing his arm hair and should probably make himself eat. He got his usual portions and sat down. He picked at his burger and ate a fry or two but could not force himself to chow down like usual. His stomach did feel really tight. He lifted his shirt to find all the hair was missing from his chest also. His sides seemed to cave in more than usual. He did a further inspection, yup, from finger tip to toe his body hair had taken a holiday. Rubbing his face it felt smooth as well, even though he did not shave that morning. Frantically he rubbed his head to feel a full head of hair fill his hands. That's a relief, at least nobody can notice whatever crazy illness I am getting. Can't get too excited, he tried to soothe himself, it is probably nothing. I'll schedule an appointment after my next class. With that bit of self encouragement, Chris stood and began making the walk for Calculus. Chris took his usual seat a few rows back for class. He was a natural at Calculus but unlike physics he enjoyed answering this professor's questions. He just liked the superior feeling he got in knowing the answers to what the rest of the class seemed to struggle on. As he sat down he could not help but notice how breezy his new hairless legs felt. This must be what it feels like for girls to wear pants with shaved legs he thought. As he waited for the class to fill he let his gaze drift. It landed on his arm, it was noticeably thinner. He rolled his sleeve up and made a fist, he strained it the best he could and his thin arm responded with no muscle of any kind. He was never overly-muscular but he could make a respectable flex when he wanted to. His arms were now noticeably slimmer though, almost making his normal hands look comical stuck to their ends. I must be losing weight from this weird illness he thought, I should still wait until class is over though before I start calling people. The professor walked in and instantly broke into lecture. Chris noticed he was having trouble seeing the board. His glasses were fairly new, less than a year old, but his vision was definitely fuzzy. He took them off to clean them and noticed he saw better without them. Not perfect, but better. Now that's really strange he thought. Hell, I can live without body hair if it means no more glasses. He squinted and could make out the function the professor just wrote. He knew what would happen next, the professor would ask for the derivative and eventually call his name knowing he knew the solution. He waited, it didn't take long for him to say, "Perhaps Mr. Demidov would care to propose his solution?" Chris glowed and took one last squint at the problem before answering, "Yes sir, the derivative is..." He couldn't think of the answer. No problem, take your time, he reassured himself, what is a derivative? His mind could not answer. As he repeated it over and over it seemed more and more foreign. He opened his notebook and frantically looked at a similar problem he solved earlier, he could make no sense of how he did it. "Today Mr Demidov," the professor said impatiently. Chris lost hope. "I... I don't know," he forced himself to say. The class looked around at him surprised, this had to be a first. Know-it-all Chris drew a blank. The professor just sighed and began solving the function on the board for the class. Chris kept his head down until he was sure the entire problem was solved. He glanced up but could not see what the professor wrote. His eyes were seeing more clearly. He could read the scribbles on each side of the board. The problem was he could not see over the guy who sat in front of him. This was impossible. He sat in his seat every day this semester and that guy sat right there every day this semester. But for some reason, today, his vision could not clear the head in front of him well enough to see the center of the board. The only explanation would be if that kid grew taller overnight. Well unless Chris was shrinking in height. He looked down at his desk to contemplate this but noticed his cargo pant's waistband was not tight against him. He had a good 3" of play where that morning they were tight, maybe too tight for him. He needed to get out of here, he needed fresh air. He stood up, holding his pants that seemed far too small, and walked out of the classroom mostly unnoticed. As he walked down the hall he kept tripping on his pant legs, how were they so long? He looked around, everything did seem much bigger. He must be shrinking. The thought sent his mind spinning, he darted into the nearest restroom. He ran up to the sink and splashed some water on his face. He looked up and could not believe what he was seeing. His brown hair had turned bleach blonde and had grown a couple of inches in length. It was much longer than he ever let it get before, about halfway down his neck. The face looking back was not quite his either. He could still see his own features but they were masked in softness. His nose was smaller, his eyes were bigger, and his lips looked slightly swollen. His soft face did not look masculine in the least. It was completely unisex. He looked at the small neck it connected to and followed that to his loose fitting t-shirt and cargo pants. He looked like he was playing dress up in his older brother's bedroom. How much smaller was he? He looked at the sink. Where this building's sinks would usually come up to his waist, it was now just at his belly button. Around two inches he thought. Just then the bathroom door swung open and a girl walked in. It was the same redhead he was drooling over that morning. He must have run into the girl's bathroom without even noticing! He was about to shout apologies and run out as she casually greeted him, "Hey sweetie, haven't seen you in any of my classes. You new?" He swallowed hard, she was confusing him as a girl. He must appear as a very tomboyish misclothed girl but a girl all the same. Chris shook his head side to side nervously. The girl responded, "Just offering to help. Take a tip, you're not going to fit in dressed like you stole your daddy's clothing. Show a little skin and enjoy the attention, it will get you help on your homework and better grades from your professors." She winked and giggled as she finished applying some makeup and walked out. Chris stood mesmerized as her ass swayed side to side as if showing him how to properly strut for attention. Chris looked back to the mirror. To his horror he looked even more feminine then he last saw. The sink's height was now further up his belly button, he was shrinking much quicker now. He felt something big coming, his muscles began to tense. He tried to take a step but collapsed in pain. He felt his back crack and his entire body shudder as a result. It cracked again and he let out a yelp of pain. One final crack and all pain ceased giving him full control of his body once again. He stood carefully nearly losing balance. Somehow his center of gravity was altered from this latest change. He looked in the mirror and saw a noticeable difference in his posture. His butt was pushed out for one, he tried force his pelvis out to return it to it normal place but found he couldn't. His felt his newly presented asset and it was much different feeling than usual. Gone was the muscular firmness he usually felt, this was about the same size but almost all fat and reshaped into two bubbly circles. It jiggled warmly to his touch. He needed to see Joe, now. He needed somebody to tell him he wasn't crazy. He rolled up his pants which were now far too long and walked towards the door. He glanced back at the mirror and to his dismay saw his newly shaped ass wiggling just as the redhead's had as she exited. He tried to minimize the swaying but it was hopeless, he sped into a jog towards his dorm. He finally got back to his dorm and slammed the door. That was the most uncomfortable distance he had ever traveled. When he ran his pants started to slide down and when he walked he would exaggerate his sway so intensely guys and girls stopped to watch him pass. No doubt they were questioning if he really was a girl. Which he wasn't! Joe was doing what Joe did after class, playing Xbox. "Umm, Joe..." Chris trailed off and cleared his throat. His voice was a bit higher than usual. Joe turned around and dropped his controller with his mouth open in shock. He was not fooled , he knew his best friend when he saw him, even with almost all features completely faded. "Woah... Chris... what happened?" "I don't know!" Chris said starting to tear up. He choked back the tears and had to suppress crying as he told Joe the entire story. Joe listened patiently and decided to treat Chris like one of his girlfriends since this is exactly how they act when one gets upset. He rested his hand on Chris's shoulder and assured him it would all be OK as Chris sniffled. Out of nowhere, Chris yelped in pain flinging his hands to cover his chest. Joe looked puzzled and as if to answer his question Chris lifted his extremely baggy t-shirt. His nipples looked raw and swollen, twice their usual size. Underneath, two small mounds of flesh appeared pushing the nipples outward. Chris sat on his bed with a look of dread on his face, he knew what was happening. Joe watched in astonishment as the small mounds began to spread out covering Chris's much smaller chest and pulsing with growth until they reached a perky A cup. "Why is this happening to me?" Chris whined. As he flung his body back onto the bed the fake ID fell from him. Joe picked it up and inspected it. "It almost looks like you are turning into her," Joe said, "except you're still not her size. She is 5' tall and 100 pounds, I'd say you're over 5' and probably weigh an extra 20 pounds..." As he said it Chris began to shrink. He sobbed as his stature changed and the small shreds of muscle he had left deteriorated. Another crack of his spine completed the changes. He stood up, now eye level with Joe's chest. Joe couldn't help but chuckle and say "guess this gets you back for always having that inch over my 5'11", not your 6' now." But Chris obviously did not see the humor. He did, however, have the posture of a stripper. Butt proudly thrusted back and breasts pertly thrusted forward. Joe could not help but admire. "Well," Joe said, "you're definitely closer, but I don't think you're done." Chris, with a much higher voice now felt compelled to ask, "Like what!?" "I'm assuming you still have your... manhood?" Chris asked. Joe did a quick shake to check and nodded. "Well," Joe said, "she's a 15 year old girl and you're still an 18 year old guy. Well, where it matters." He laughed. Before Joe got finished his laugh Chris shrieked and grabbed his crotch. He reached under his loose pants and felt the smoothness that could only mean one thing, he was no longer a male. Layers of baby fat began to stack on Chris's tiny body. His face became even softer and years melted off as he looked younger and younger. His arms and legs, void of any muscles, became smoother and softer. He was about to speak but before he could react he felt a strange pulse within his mind. A fog began to cloud his brain. It was that same fog that clouded his thoughts earlier when he tried to solve that Calculus problem. It crept through his mind hunting and concealing any skills or knowledge an average 15 year old girl would not have. It finally settled only once he was left with a small percentage of the capacity he had that morning. He was once again able to speak but finding words suddenly seemed so much more difficult. He was forced to simplify his sentences. "Joe... I'm a... girl. My brain is... foggy. I can't think too good." This confirmed Joe's suspicion. When he stated the traits of the girl on the ID, Chris seemed to become them. At the very least it accelerated them and more specifically shaped who he would become. Joe faced a dilemma. He could attempt to get Chris back to himself by tricking the curse or whatever this was; or he could make Chris into his dream girl. It was an easy decision for Joe. "You still don't have her face. Look at those eyes and those dick sucking lips. This picture makes her look like she is permanently begging for cock." Chris, even with his hindered mentality caught on to what Joe was doing. But it was too late. His face began shifting. He clenched his eyes shut as it arranged itself. Bones cracking and moving, it was unpleasant for Joe to hear but he could not look away, Chris's face was shaping into the hottest girl he had ever seen. When it was done, Chris looked even hotter than the picture. His large blue eyes fluttered long lashes as he opened them. His tiny nose emphasized his almost overly pouty lips which formed a cute little "o" of surprise. This perfect face was almost too much to take in, but Joe was aiming to own it. "You definitely look like her now, but I bet there are a few other features that the license couldn't capture." Joe ignored Chris's pleading eyes for him to stop. "Let's see, this girl is probably a slut, I bet she has seduced every guy... AND girl in her high school. Lips like that are meant to suck serious dick, I bet she is a master." Chris fought the arousing feelings. His fear and anger at Joe was quickly being replaced with horniness and lust. He could not help but to stare at his crotch hungrily as Joe went on. "Probably didn't need to suck all of them, could be hella good at tittiefucking. I bet her nickname is 'Chrissie, Double-D'. I bet she could get off doing it, that little nympho." At those words Chris felt his A cups swell. They inflated rapidly filling out his baggy t-shirt. They seemed bigger then he had ever seen before on any girl. His tiny body looked overwhelmed with his gigantic breasts. Joe paced the room. "Man, with a porn star body like that I bet she never pays attention in school. Probably just your typical airheaded bimbo. Probably sounds like a valley girl when she talks." With that said, Joe took the fake ID and cut it in half. To see if his assumption worked he threw out one last suggestion, "Oh and her butt is probably bigger than yours." Nothing happened. He knew he did it. He trapped Chris in this teenage bimbo, and now it was time to claim his reward. He waited for Chris to make the first move. Chris stood up off of the bed and glared at Joe. "Joe, you, like, really stink." His voice was much higher than before. Even though the comment was meant to scorn it dripped with sensuality and seduction. Chris looked annoyed, or was it lustful. He couldn't make an expression that wasn't fuckable. Chris bit his lower lip in frustration only making him appear even more pleading. "Well," Joe said, "I don't suck as well as you do." A grin came over his face. Chris stomped his tiny feet trying to look furious but once again the gesture came off as cute. "No, like, this is really mean. It's not like I will forget what you did to me. Did you think I would, like, suck you off?" Just saying it made Chris wet but he tried to ignored it and went on. "Like, I don't want to do you anymore... I mean suck your..." Chris stopped talking, trying to tame his libido. Joe walked over to Chris, towering over the small girl. "You really are just a horny school girl aren't you? Well considering I can't fuck you for 3 years..." Joe dropped his pants revealing his raging erection. The game was over for Chris. One sight of a dick and he was overcome with a giddy hysteria. He giggled uncontrollable and dropped to his knees. He could not help but lick his lips knowing he was about to give this hunk the best blowjob he ever had.

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