Sanura's Tale
A MORFS Universe Story
By Britney McMaster
Introduction
As I sat in the passenger seat of Mom's
car I felt sick to my stomach. I had felt that way for the past two days.
Afraid that it was more than just stomach flu, Mom had taken me to the family
doctor. I now had even more to worry about than just not feeling well.
Dr. Perry's words continued to repeat over
and over again in my head. "According to your test results, your body has
entered the first stage of the MORF syndrome. Jason, are you familiar with what
MORFS is?" I simply nodded my head in response as the news sunk in.
As we drove in silence I was deep in
thought. I knew a lot about MORFS but no one knew enough and maybe they never
will. MORFS was originally launched on the world's population by means of a
genetically engineered virus. It had been started as an attempt at a chemical
weapon by a group of terrorists back in the early 2000s. The virus they
engineered was a common bug that caused nausea, vomiting, and sometimes
diarrhea. It wasn't serious, everyone recovered in a few days, and so no one
had tried to make a vaccine to prevent it right away.
At the time of the original release of the
infection, there seemed to be no immediate effect from the agent, other than
the usual nausea symptoms, so again no anti-virus was made. Over the next 6
months, the virus passed over the whole globe unnoticed. The virus spread
everywhere. All vertebrate animals that experienced some form of puberty
contracted the virus, including all mammals and even reptiles and birds.
Several months after that, some
researchers who noted some strange changes in adolescent lab mice discovered
that the virus was altering one section of their DNA. The DNA strand in
particular was one that happened to be activated during the process of puberty.
It somehow caused a varying degree of scrambling of genes across all
chromosomes as cells reproduced. Since the scrambling varied from individual
to individual, each adolescent mouse experienced different changes. It didn't
take long after that for them to discover that all vertebrate species,
including humans, had been similarly affected, even though the effects had not
started showing up yet in all species.
More recent research has revealed that the
particular portion of DNA that was affected by the virus is one that is
supposed to protect and regulate the integrity of an individual's genome. The
mutated portion essentially disables all or part of that activity, thus
allowing many other mutations and gene swaps to appear and survive.
At first, the scientists had been puzzled
as to why only some individuals of any species were affected. It took them a
couple years to discover that, although the changes only happened during
puberty, they were only brought about when an individual became infected with
any of the viruses in the family of the original engineered virus. Some
individuals of some species apparently were naturally resistant to such
infections, so they never experienced any changes.
Of course, there was a crash research
effort to try to find a vaccine for that whole family of viruses, but it was
soon discovered that that family mutated rapidly and always seemed to outpace
the development of an effective vaccine. It’s like they say; there's no cure
for the common cold.
Meanwhile, the first effects in adolescent
humans began to appear. It seemed as though only about 50% of kids had any
detectable changes due to the altered strand. About 15% of that 50% developed
extraordinary abilities and/or body changes. And about 1% of that 15%
developed what would be called supernatural abilities. Another fair percentage
seemed to show signs of hybridization with other species, with highly variable
results.
This had all started about forty years ago.
However, with everyone carrying this altered DNA strand, it was passed down to
all the children of that and subsequent generations. Sometimes changed forms
and/or abilities of parents were passed down as well.
The scientists had named this phenomenon
"Massive Ontogenetic Regulation Failure Syndrome," commonly known as
MORFS.
The older generations had nothing to worry
about, but kids my age were suddenly faced with the possibility of dramatic
life changes as they entered puberty. Ever since then, every kid has had to
anticipate the likelihood of MORFing, as well as all the other adolescent
changes.
That brings us to the present, with me
sitting in Mom's car feeling like death warmed over.
Chapter 1: My Changes
My name is Jason Miller, I'm 15 years
old, and I'm 6'2". I'm in grade 10, and I'm on the boys' basketball team.
That day my life changed completely, whether for the better or the worse it's
sometimes hard to tell, I'll never forget that day, the 11th of April 2048.
Being 15, I had been hoping that I had
avoided MORFing. However, the changes could be triggered as late as 17. Now
you're probably wondering why I wasn't excited about the prospect of possibly
getting super powers. The thing is that MORFS could really leave you
physically messed up. The chances of getting super powers without any side
effects were pretty slim. It seemed as though there was no limit to the extent
of what MORFS could do to you.
So, not only did I get to deal with the
extreme nausea that accompanied MORFS, I got to deal with my imagination
thinking of all the possible changes that might happen. I guess I didn't have
it really bad. The first generation affected by the change had to endure a
slow change that lasted for months. Luckily for me, the medical field has come
up with ways to make the change faster and less uncomfortable. That was why we
had just made a stop at the pharmacy.
The plan was that for the next few days I
would be spending a lot of time asleep in bed. Taking the pills I was
prescribed would leave me unconscious for almost 18 hours at a time. In
between sleeping, I would be taking what was called an "energy pack"
to supply my change with the required nutrients. The energy packs are the
wonderful invention that caused the duration of the change to go from lasting
several months to just a few days.
The ride home was somber. Mom and I were
both aware that my life could drastically change in the next week. Shortly
after arriving at home, l stripped down to my boxers and got in bed. I sat
there and drank an energy pack before taking one of the pills and drifting off
to sleep. As I slept my changes began.
~~~
I felt like crap when I woke up the first
time. I also had to pee really badly. I rolled out of my bed and stumbled out
of my room and across the hall into the bathroom. It was about then that I
realized that I had made my dash to the toilet completely naked. I must have
kicked off my boxers while I was asleep. Still feeling somewhat dizzy, I sat
down to relieve myself and then slowly made my way back to bed.
I was in for a surprise when I put my
boxers back on. I slipped them on and pulled them up to my waist, only to have
them promptly fall back down. Somehow I had shrunk. I was tempted to go and
look at myself in the mirror. Instead, I decided to ride out the changes
before looking at my reflection. Hopping back into bed after taking another
energy pack, I took another pill and soon drifted off to sleep.
~~~
Damn virus. So, after two days I broke my
resolve and looked in the mirror. I looked way different. Apparently the
virus was making me shorter. I was now what looked like a little under five
feet tall and looked like I belonged in grade school. The sweatshirt I was wearing was
practically hanging off of me. My hair had changed from its
normal short, dark brown to a really shiny, thick black that reached my
shoulders. My eyes looked bigger than normal and seemed to be a darker shade
of blue. My ears looked odd as well, but I couldn't quite place what was wrong
with them.
I started to get angry as I realized how I
already looked like a damn preteen kid, and I still wasn't finished with the
changes. I stared into the mirror with disgust for several more minutes while
my imagination once again addressed all of the possible results of my change.
After going through the energy pack and pill ritual, I slipped into bed and
passed out.
~~~
I'd now been asleep for the better part of
four days. This change was taking way too long. I should have been through
the change by now; normally it only lasts about three days. Judging by my
reflection, the virus was trying its best to make me a freak.
My ears were now very different. They had
somehow migrated higher up on my head and were kind of pointed. They were
now surrounded by my thick mane of hair. They were also kind of pointed and
looked much larger than normal. My eyes were now a very deep vibrant blue and
were surrounded by thick black lashes. The rest of my face wasn't much better.
My eyebrows looked way too thin. My lips were even worse. They had become
full and made me look like I was pouting all the time. The damn virus had left
me looking like an effeminate ten-year-old boy.
Despite my willing myself not to, I
started to cry. I'm not sure how long I stood there crying, but it seemed like
forever. Feeling tired all of a sudden, I went back to my room and got back in
bed. I continued crying until the medication helped me to drift into a
dreamless slumber.
~~~
Day five brought some really unwanted
changes I was aware of
them the moment I awoke. In a strange way, my ears looked
somewhat normal. Normal for a cat, that is. They now looked just like a pair
of large cat ears, covered in a sort of charcoal gray coloured fur. I now even
had a tail to match my ears. It was also covered in the same gray fur and was
long enough that it brushed my ankles as it gently swayed back and forth, seemingly
with a mind of it own. My hands and forearms were lightly covered in the same
fur and looked bigger than usual. My nails had also changed and now resembled
claws. They were even retractable.
What was worse was that I now looked even
more like a girl. My hair was longer and thicker than it had been the day
before. My waist had become thinner, while my hips had become wider. My butt
looked 'cute.' It was nice and round like a girl's butt. I also appeared to
be sporting a small pair of tits. To make matters even worse, my dick had
somehow pulled itself up inside me. Sure, it came back down when I had to pee,
but the rest of the time I was left looking like a girl.
There was no way I was going to go back to
school looking like this. I'd be lynched!
~~~
After seven days of feeling like I was
going to die, I woke up without any pain or discomfort. The change was finally
over! Now I had to deal with the final results. Dreading what I would discover, I
quickly ran to the bathroom in nothing but my now overly large sweatshirt.
As I inspected myself in the mirror, I
noticed that there had been very few visible changes since last time I checked,
but they were noticeable. I now definitely looked like a girl. My boobs were
much bigger, and my face was prettier, but I definitely looked to be a girl
between my legs. I stood there just looking down at my new anatomy. I might
have still been a virgin, but I wasn't stupid. I now had a vagina. I was
afraid to touch it and just continued to stare at it for several more minutes,
but after a quick check I discovered that I still had a penis as well, although
it was playing marsupial, as it remained tucked up inside my abdomen.
My eyes were among the few other new
changes I noticed. The pupils were now a pair of catlike slits. My hands now
looked more like paws than hands. They were now covered in a thick gray fur up
to my elbows and had very menacing looking claws at the end of each finger. My
hands were much bigger than normal and, in a frightening way, didn't look out
of place on my new body. After looking at my hands, I glanced down at my
feet. At least they still looked human, well, except for the claws and looking
like girls' feet, they were normal, no fur anywhere down there. One other
change I noticed was that I now had more feline-like teeth. I had fangs. I
turned this way and that in front of the mirror looking at the new me. My new
tail seemed to repeatedly attract my gaze. How the hell was I going to wear my
underwear?
Chapter 2: Early Days
As I was staring at the new me, there was
a knock on the bathroom door.
"Yeah?" Oh man! Even my voice
had changed, I sounded like a girl.
"Jase? Are you feeling OK? You've
been in there for awhile."
"I'm actually feeling alright. I
think I'm done with my change... It seems like I got the works... I look a
lot different, Mom."
"I know, Jase. I've been checking in
on you while you've been sleeping. Why don't you go get dressed? I've put out
some new clothes for you that should fit. They're on your bed."
"OK, thanks, Mom."
I stuck my head out the door to make sure
Mom had left before running across the hall to my room. After all, I was >practically naked.
Lying on my bed was a set of girls' clothes. They looked so small. But then
again, I was that small now. Ugh. I walked over to the bed and picked up the
panties. They seemed to be plain enough in a simple white brief style and it
appeared that Mom had modified them in the back using a little elastic and some
strategic cuts and stitching. Also on the bed was a plain white bra.
Reluctantly, I slid the panties on and was surprised at how comfortable they
were. They were snug but fit really well, although fishing my tail through the
hole in back was like trying to move a semi-numb third leg that I wasn't used
to at all. As I said before, it seemed to have a mind of its own. Next I got
to struggle with the bra. At least it was a sports bra, so I didn't have to
try to hook it behind my back.
The clothes weren't too girlie either,
just a pair of red sweats and a white tee shirt. Mom had also gone to work on
the pants as they fit perfectly around my tail and tied in back above the tail
using the modified drawstring waist of the pants. The shirt was a little tight
in the chest, and the pants were clinging to my butt as if they were painted
on, but they fit and they were comfortable.
~~~
Mom greeted me with a much-needed hug when
I came into the living room. "How do the clothes fit, sweetie?"
I told her that they were a good fit,
except that they would take some getting used to. Mom and I talked for a few
hours about how I was feeling, and I was given the homework assignment of
picking a new girl's name for myself before I went back to school on Monday
(only three days till I had to face THAT).
Once again, I sat in Mom's car, staring
out the window, as we headed to see the doctor. Shortly after we arrived, I
was ushered into an empty room and told to strip down.
For the next few hours, I ran the gauntlet
of post-MORFS tests. I was now officially 4' 10" and 92lbs, according to
Dr. Perry. I was poked and prodded and gave the doctors samples of almost
everything. The breast exam was so embarrassing; I didn't think I would get so
aroused and even that feeling was different thanks to my new equipment. And
they were so sensitive. I think the good doc got a little startled when my
erection emerged from its hiding spot.
I had thought I couldn't be more embarrassed than
when the doctor gave me the breast exam, until he had me bend over while I
received a prostate exam. It felt like someone put an umbrella in there and
then opened it. I felt I couldn't be more degraded than having my anus invaded,
and again I was wrong as the doctor had me place my legs up in the stirrups. That
was an experience all in itself, and one I'd like to forget. It was cold and
uncomfortable, and I just wanted to cry. With my eyes tightly closed, I
clenched my teeth and tried to endure it.
Finally the tests were over, and I was
given several forms to give to the school and some other paperwork for our
lawyer. Then, with a clear bill of health, Mom and I headed for the mall to do
some shopping. I had a lot to think about on the way there. Not only was I
now a cat person, but I was also a fully functioning hermaphrodite. Life was
definitely not fair!
~~~
We ran into one main problem while trying
to find me some clothes. That was that pants don't accommodate for a tail.
What I ended up with was several pairs of pants that mom would have to alter
later. We eventually ended up at a different mall that had a store that
catered to the clothing needs of stranger MORFs like me. Over the next hour I
tried on dozens of different pants and skirts that were marked by the salesgirl
and were sent off to be tailored for me.
Mom insisted on getting me a dozen of the
skirts that I tried on, even though I refused to wear them. They did, however,
sell a range of underwear for those with tails. The problem was that most of
the panties were in a thong style. All the panties either had an elasticized
hole in back or had a sort of keyhole cut out that went around the tail and
then tied or clasped together above it. Wearing a thong wasn't as bad as I had
thought it would be. It had felt really weird at first, but after a little
while, I could barely even feel it back there.
After a quick lunch in the food court, I
was begging Mom to leave. I was not used to spending so much time shopping and
was really getting tired, especially right after my change. I was also getting
a lot of lustful looks from the guys at the mall and, with myself still not
used to my new appearance, I was really not comfortable with being in public.
Make-up was another unneeded item that Mom purchased before we left. Finally,
we finished shopping and I was able to go home and rest.
It had been a really long day already, and
it was only four o'clock. I spent the next hour packing up all my old clothes
and putting away my new ones. I was in the kitchen getting a drink of milk
when the garage door opened and in walked my dad. He looked over at me and then
came over and gave me a hug. It annoyed me that he had to almost kneel down to
do so, but it felt good to get a hug from him.
The hug lasted for several minutes, and
then he stood back up to his full height of eight feet. I felt like an ant
standing next to him. You see, Dad is a hybrid (that's what they call people
who develop animal characteristics from MORFS) like me; he's part polar bear
and is mostly covered in a pure white fur. Maybe animal morphs run in our
family; we'll see what happens to my sister when she gets MORFS.
Dad and I talked for a little while in the
living room. He was being so supportive that it was hard for me to feel sorry
for myself. We were still talking when my 13-year-old sister, Crystal, came
home and, walking into the room, shouted, "Jason, you look cute as a
little cat girl. It suits you." She then burst into a fit of laughter.
I felt the tears welling up in my eyes as my face burned with anger and shame.
Dad was not impressed at her outburst and promptly grounded her for a week. As
for myself, I ran to my room trying to hide my tears.
~~~
I had a sleepless night. How could I sleep
when my entire body felt foreign to me? I tossed and turned for hours. I
frequently got out of bed to look at myself in the mirror.
The girl in the mirror was actually quite
pretty. She had a nice figure. She had an athletic build that enhanced her
womanly curves in a very attractive way. Her face was beautiful and was framed
by her long shiny black hair - hair so black that it gave a faint dark blue
shine as the moonlight through the window hit it. Her large blue catlike eyes
were so appealing in an exotic way, and they sparkled beautifully in the dim
light. They were eyes you could get lost in. Her full lips looked so kissable
and had a natural pale pink shine to them that gave the illusion that she was
wearing make-up.
The girl in the mirror looked beautiful as
she stared back at me. Her light blue nightgown made her look even more
beautiful as its hem swayed gently around her upper thighs as she moved one way
and another in front of the mirror, striking various poses. She was my dream
girl... she was so beautiful. But she was me!
I spent most of the night either trying to
sleep or looking at myself in the mirror. Eventually, I decided that Mom was
right. I needed a new name, I certainly don't look like a Jason anymore. But
what should my new name be? I thought about it for quite some time before
giving up and getting on the Internet for an answer.
Typing with my new paw-like hands was
difficult as my fingers hit more than one key at a time. I quickly adapted by using
my claws to hit each key. After searching for nearly two hours, I came across
a site of Egyptian names and out of curiosity did a search for the word cat.
Nothing. I tried another search for feline. Nothing. I was about to leave
the site when I decided to do one last search, and that's when I found it —
Sanura, my new name!
I instantly liked it. And its meaning was
rather appropriate; it means "kitten" in Egyptian. I bookmarked the
site and then, logging off, got into bed.
"Sanura..." I whispered the
name to myself again one last time before drifting off.
~~~
"Morning, honey. How'd you
sleep?" asked Mom as I sat down to eat some breakfast.
"Okay, I didn't fall asleep until
around three in the morning."
"That would explain why you slept in
so late this morning," quipped Mom. "I heard you get up several
times, are you feeling alright?"
"Yeah, I was just using the mirror in
the bathroom to look at myself — morbid curiosity, I guess."
"Well, we'll have to get you a mirror
for your room, every girl needs a mirror in her room. And make sure you get to
bed at a decent time tonight, you'll need your beauty sleep if you want to keep
those looks of yours."
"MOM!"
"Sorry, sweetheart, but you are very
pretty now; you're going to have to get used to people making comments like
that."
"I know."
Silence prevailed for the next 20 minutes
as I ate my breakfast. I was famished and dug, with vigour, into the eggs Mom had
made. Somehow I ended up with ketchup in the fur on my right paw and, without
thinking about what I was doing, I began to lick it off. I continued to lick
my paw well after the ketchup was gone and would have probably continued if I
hadn't seen Mom staring at me with a silly grin on her face and realized what I
was doing.
Looking away from Mom, I concentrated on
finishing my eggs. As I was putting my dishes in the dishwasher, that name
popped into my head, *...Sanura...*
"Mom, I came up with a new
name..."
"Oh?" She still had that grin
on her face.
"What do you think of Sanura? Nura
for short."
"Well, that's different. Where did
you come up with that?"
"Internet. It's Egyptian for
'Kitten'. Do you like it?"
"I do. It's a pretty name. I'll get
in touch with Tom (our lawyer) about arranging a name change for you."
"Thanks, I'm going to go get showered
and dressed. Thanks for the eggs!"
"I thought you’d already cleaned
yourself" Mom was barely containing her laughter.
"Mom!" I whined.
~~~
Taking a shower was a whole new experience
for me. I was still a little freaked out about my new body, so having to take
a shower was still pretty weird. Just soaping up sent all kinds of unusual
feelings through my body. For example, furry hands felt really good against my
breasts, but as soon as I started to get aroused I was immediately
embarrassed. I also had to be careful with my claws. I accidentally scratched
myself a few times. When I got to the point of washing my tail, I wasn't sure
whether to use normal soap or shampoo. I ended up using shampoo to wash my
tail, my paws, and my hair. After rinsing off and stepping out of the shower,
I was presented with another problem — drying off.
If you've ever tried to dry off while your
hands are retaining like a gallon of water in their fur, then you know that
it's not exactly easy. Think about how long a dog stays wet after it’s been in
a lake. I rubbed my hands with the towel repeatedly, until I felt they were
dry enough to hold the hair dryer without electrocuting myself. I then spent
the next hour trying to dry off my tail and hair. I was so happy when I was
finally done, so I could go and get dressed. I ended up in a pair of rather
tight low-rise jeans and a green spaghetti strap tank top.
~~~
I wanted to spend the rest of the day in
front of the television, but Mom had other ideas. She wanted to do more
shopping. The day before, we had neglected to get me more than one pair of
shoes. She said that it was unacceptable for a girl to only have one pair of
shoes. Shoe shopping with Mom was interesting. I picked out sneakers while
she picked out heels. Heels weren't as bad as I had imagined, once she had
talked me into trying on a pair. And, as much as I didn't want to admit it, I
liked that fact that the heels gave me back a bit of my lost height.
We ended up with about 6 pairs of new
shoes for me, and then somehow we ended up looking at skirts again. I ended up
with about ten more of those to add to my collection and was even talked into
wearing one home. The next two hours after that, I was forced to model almost
all my new clothes and Mom marked the ones without tail holes in the back so
that she could add one. When I was finally left to my own devices, I was so
tired that I ended up falling asleep on the couch.
~~~
*giggle* "...She's purring... It's
so cute..."
"Unh?" I rubbed my eyes and
looked up to see my sister looking down at me. "What do you want?"
"Nothing, I was just watching you
sleep. You were really cute; you were purring."
"I was not purring!"
"Yes, you were. It was cute."
"Whatever..."
~~~
That night I lay in bed trying to fall
asleep, but sleep wasn't coming. The nightie Mom had made me wear again was
the least of my worries. Tomorrow I had to go back to school. Well, I had to
go register for school, but it was still bad. I must have laid there for
several hours, my mind racing, before I finally drifted off.
Chapter 3: Back to School
The next morning, I slept in as usual and
was, as always, running late. After struggling with getting my bra on, I quickly
pulled on the most androgynous clothes I could find. What I ended up with was
a pair of white sweat pants that were a little too tight and a blue hoody over
a white T-shirt.
Once dressed, I headed down to the kitchen
for some food. I was met with my sister's giggling, which always seemed to
accompany my appearance lately, and admonishment from my mother that I needed
to brush my hair. I was going to have to get used to having long hair as fast
as I could. I ended up having to get Mom's help in removing several tangles in
my thick mane. She also had to use a ton of hairspray on my long bangs, as I
didn't have ears on the side of my head to tuck them behind like most girls do,
and they kept falling into my eyes.
After I grabbed a bite to eat, Mom drove
us to the school. First on the agenda was to give my doctor’s notes and legal
documents to the office staff and try to change my name on the school files to
Sanura.
~~~
"There is no way I'm going to go back
to that damn school!"
"Jason! Watch your language!"
"My name is Sanura now, Mom. And I'm
still not going back to that school."
"What is so bad about that
school?"
"They want me to wear a skirt to
school EVERY DAY!"
"Well, that is the girls' dress
code."
"I don't care what I look like! I'M
NOT A GIRL!"
"I did take you to the doctor,
remember. Need I remind you that you're just as much a girl as you are a boy?
Whether you like it or not, you look like a girl and have to wear girls'
clothes as a result. Because of that, the school has enrolled you as a girl,
and therefore, you WILL go to school tomorrow dressed appropriately."
"FINE!"
~~~
I spent the rest of the morning sitting in
my room. I was totally livid after reading the girls' dress code. I mean, I
was still a boy; I shouldn't have to follow the girls' dress code!
Let me explain. About five years ago, all
of the schools in the country were given a mandatory dress code by the
government. I heard it was set up to help redefine gender roles in our society
or something like that. They wanted girls to start acting more like girls and
boys to act more like boys, in the traditional sense.
I was only ten when it happened, but I
remember that it was a big deal and everyone was talking about it. A lot of
people were opposed to the idea; they said it took away the children's
freedom. However, the government had tested this in several schools, and the
test results showed better behaviour, less teenage pregnancy, higher test
scores, etc., and so, without a vote, it was put into effect across the
nation. Since then, I've heard that a few other countries have adopted similar
guidelines for their students.
It could have been worse, I guess.
Instead of a school uniform like most private schools have, we were given
strict 'guidelines' to follow in our dress and grooming. Those guidelines have
been harshly enforced ever since. Except for Fridays. Fridays are called
'Alternative Dress Day', where students are allowed to wear whatever they want,
within reason, to school. All I know is that as a guy the dress code wasn't a
big change, but, as I was now going to have the requirements a girl would have,
I was totally pissed.
The girls' dress code is as follows:
All female students are to follow this
outline strictly in their appearance while attending regular class schedules.
Blouses/Tops: Blouses and tops are to be
modest and conservative. Casual tops such as T-shirts are not allowed.
Skirts: Skirts are to be worn to all
regular classes. Pants and shorts are not permitted. Skirts are to be no
longer than ankle length. Floor length skirts are not allowed. Skirts are to
be no shorter than 16 inches in length.
Hosiery: Students are to wear appropriate
hosiery at all times. Appropriate hosiery includes stockings, pantyhose,
tights, knee-highs and knee socks. Hosiery is to be in tasteful colours.
Coats/Jackets: Heavy winter coats are not
to be worn to class. Lighter fashionable jackets are permitted to be worn
during class and should be tasteful and feminine.
Footwear: Casual footwear such as sneakers
and beach sandals are not allowed. Shoes are to be in an appropriate
business-casual style. Platform shoes are not allowed.
Cosmetics: Cosmetics are mandatory.
Students should wear modest amounts of cosmetics that enhance their beauty.
Heavy use of cosmetics is not permitted. Nails are to be properly manicured at
all times. Nail polish should not be in overly bright shades.
Hair: Female students are not permitted to
have short or 'boyish' hairstyles. Hair is to be well kept in a feminine
style. Hair may be dyed or highlighted in natural colours only.
Hygiene: Students are to be properly bathed
and groomed while on school property. Legs, arms and underarms are to be kept
hairless at all times. Students are to use proper feminine hygiene during
their menstrual cycle.
That's the crap I was going to have to
deal with, every day, until I graduated.
~~~
As a result of my new dress code
requirements, I was again sitting in the car, staring out of the window, as we
traveled to our destination. Our first stop was at the salon my mom and sister
regularly go to. I guessed I would probably be there on a regular basis from
now on as well.
My mom introduced me to her stylist as her
daughter, Sanura. Since Maggie, the stylist, knew Mom only had one daughter,
the story of my change soon followed. After the introductions were done and
the sympathetic comments made, Maggie went to work at "making me
beautiful." Her words, not mine.
Other than some basic styling, not much
was done to my hair, but when she was done, I looked even more beautiful than
before. My eyebrows were painfully plucked into even more of an arch. I also
had the unwanted pleasure of having my legs, arms, underarms and bikini line
waxed. Luckily for me, the school had made an exception for the fur on my
arms, so I was only waxed from my elbows up.
After receiving a crash course on how to
apply make-up, and being forced to apply my own make-up several times until I
got it right, I thought we were done. Wrong again.
I was then brought over and sat in a chair
while an Asian lady wheeled over a small table covered with assorted nail care
products. This is where things got interesting. The lady was surprised that I
didn't have normal nails. I then explained to her that I could extend and
retract my nails and demonstrated doing so. That surprised her even more. My
nails at that point were more like claws and had very pointed tips and the lady
decided that they would have to be filed down. She destroyed four nail files
in the process and didn't even scuff my nails.
Don't get me wrong; I'm not saying that my
nails are indestructible. They're just really hard. So, due to not being able
to file my nails, she went straight to polishing them. That was difficult with
my fur getting in the way. I ended up with my nails pushed through a plastic
bag to keep my fur out of the polish until it was dry. After several coats had
been applied, I was left with ten long pink claws, and the lady got to work on
my toenails. After the polish was dry on my hands and feet, I removed the
plastic from my hands, retracted my nails, and after slipping on my shoes,
headed to the front of the salon to wait for Mom.
~~~
I looked in the mirror the next morning
and let out a sigh. Not only did I look like a girl, I looked hot. I was
wearing a light blue top with three-quarter sleeves and a white knee length
skirt. I didn't have much of a choice on which skirt to choose, as Mom was
working on putting holes in the back of my skirts and this one was the first
and only one that she'd finished. This skirt fit really tight around my butt
before flaring out about halfway down my thighs. It had been difficult to
squeeze into while trying to fish my tail through the small hole in back, but
I'd eventually managed.
I was also wearing a pair of nude
thigh-high stockings with the outfit and would be wearing them every day until
Mom could find a way to alter pantyhose to accommodate my tail. We had tried
just cutting a hole in the back, but that had just destroyed the pantyhose.
The stockings felt really nice on my smooth legs and, although I wouldn't admit
it to anyone, I liked how they felt. They were the kind that hold themselves
up, and the rubbery band around my thighs was weird at first, but I soon got
used to that as well. The shoes I had on had a one-inch heel and were actually
pretty comfortable. After grabbing some cereal I was off to school.
~~~
School actually went well, and there were
only a few mild problems. The school had given me a new schedule, and all my
new teachers treated me as if I was just a new student. Everything was going
just fine until my friend Amy walked up to me while I was at my locker.
"Hi, I'm Amy. Your name is Sanura,
right?"
"Uh... Yeah." I was getting
nervous quickly.
"Cool. I'm Amy. We're in the same
homeroom. Is that your locker?"
"Yeah. This is the one I was assigned,"
I said, playing the new student act.
Amy reached past me, pulled the locker
door wide open, and pointed at all the junk I had inside. "Really? Then
why is your locker full of my friend's stuff? Are you trying to steal his
things?"
I shook my head.
"How'd you get in Jase's locker
anyway?"
"Amy, what I'm going to say is going
to sound crazy, but I'm being totally serious. OK?"
"OK. I'm listening. This better be
good."
"I'm Jase."
"WHAT? No way!"
"I'm not joking. I just had
MORFS."
"For real?"
I just nodded my head. "Why don't
you come by my place after school, and we can talk about this more. In fact,
bring the whole gang, if you can. That way I'll only have to explain all this
once."
"I'll see you around three
then." And, after giving me a hug, she was gone.
Chapter 4: Learning More About The New Me
After lunch, I finally got the chance to
change out of the stupid skirt. However, the other choice of clothing wasn't
any better. I slipped into the red and white leotard and struggled for a few
minutes with getting my tail in before pulling it on all the way. It fit like
a second skin and left very little to the imagination. The snug fit seemed to
make my boobs and hips look even bigger, while my waist appeared smaller. As I
checked my reflection in the mirror, the material of the leotard shimmered
slightly in the dim light of the locker room. I had to admit that I looked
really good in that outfit. Thoroughly embarrassed that others were going to
see me dressed like that, I plucked up all the confidence I could and headed
into the gym for class.
~~~
Class was interesting to say the least. I
had been put in the "Post MORFS" class and was given a battery of
tests to determine my abilities. There were things like the jump tests, time
trials, obstacle courses, hand-to-hand combat, acrobatics, etc. I'd be going
through these tests for the next six weeks before I would be either sent back
to the regular phys-ed class or advanced to the "MORFS II" class. I
did really well at all the tests I did, and I guess I should go into some more
detail about my results.
First was the jump test. There are
actually three kinds of jump tests There's a standing jump, a running jump and
a distance jump. I did excellently on all three. The standing jump is where
you stand beside a metal wall that uses some type of radar device and jump as high
as you can, and at the highest point of the jump the radar marks the spot on
the wall by lighting up your jump height and then all the other stats get
recorded and printed off. The running jump is about the same thing except you
get a running start. The distance jump is the same as the running jump, except
you try to jump as far forward as you can. On the standing jump, I had a
vertical jump of 32 feet, and on the running jump I made it to 40 feet. My
distance jump score was 48 feet.
Next were the time trials; I was given
different distances to run on the track. The first one was a 60-meter dash. I
felt really weird while I was running. Something just felt wrong, like I knew I
could go faster than I was going and I just felt awkward while trying to reach
that speed. It wasn't until I was running a 200-meter around the school track
that it happened. I was running, and it just felt wrong. I couldn't really
place what was wrong and was struggling again with the urge to go faster, when
suddenly there was a loud crack and I felt my hips come loose. I immediately
started to fall forward, but as I was falling my hips locked into a new
position. The result I can only attribute to instinct -- I immediately started
running on all fours, and my speed must have at least doubled. I know this all
sounds kind of weird, but as soon as I finished running, I simply stood up, my
hips once again painlessly changing positions, and I was able to walk again
like I normally do. I was being clocked with a radar gun as I ran, and I'm now
officially the fastest member of the class at 104 km/h.
The tests all went really well, and by the
time class was over I was exhausted and wanted to go home. That is exactly
what I did. Since I was going home, I changed into a pair of shorts and a tee
shirt and made my way out the gym exit and started to walk home. I had been
walking for about ten minutes when I remembered that Amy was going to get the
whole gang together at my place right after school. I was late; I needed to get
home, so I started running. Just as before, I felt the snap as my hips
repositioned themselves, and I was soon racing home on all fours.
Chapter 5: Friends
"What should I wear?" I know
it's a totally girly comment, but I didn't want to be wearing anything really
girly when my friends came over. All my jeans were low rise because of my
tail, not to mention that most of them were still at the tailors, and I was
definitely not going to wear a skirt. I started looking for the sweat pants we
had bought on our first shopping trip. My search came up with nothing.
"Mom? Where are those sweats we
bought?"
"I've got them down here. I'm
working on putting tail holes in all your pants and skirts, remember?"
"Well, have you done any of them
yet?"
I walked into the room and saw Mom
surrounded by piles of clothes, sitting at her sewing machine.
"I'm just finishing up your pink pair
now."
I hated those pink ones. Mom had picked
those out.
"Mom, haven't you done any other
ones?"
"Not yet. I've been working on your
skirts all day because you need those for school." She handed the pink
sweats to me and said, "Finished."
I was going to complain, but before I
could, the doorbell rang. My friends had arrived. I then realized I was
standing there in just my panties, so I quickly pulled on the pink pants. They
would have to do. The pants went with the white tee shirt I had on and, after
a glance at the mirror, I went to answer the door.
~~~
I opened the door to see every one of my
close friends standing on the front porch. As soon as they saw me standing in
the doorway, there was an audible gasp from everyone except Amy. I suspected
she had told them what I now looked like, and I had been in classes with
several of them throughout the day, but I suppose that knowing who I really was
was a bit of a shock.
We just stood there in a weird kind of
standoff, until my Mom came up behind me and told everyone to go around the
back. Without a word, I led all of my friends around the house and onto the
deck. We all took seats and then resumed staring at each other. Finally, Amy
broke the silence.
"You look cute."
"What?"
"Well, you do. And I doubt I'm the
only one here who thinks that."
Everyone made some sort of agreeable
remark, and soon we were sitting in silence once again.
"You mind if we call you Nura... for
short?" That was Trance --his real name is Zack; we've been best friends
since we were little, our parents are good friends as well.
"Sure. I'd like that." I
really wish he wouldn't read my mind like that.
The ice was finally broken, and we started
to talk freely like we normally do. I had to play twenty questions with them
before we could talk about anything else. The question of whether I was
completely female was one of the first questions asked. As that's a bit of a
touchy subject with me, I tried to avoid giving a straight answer. That was
followed by questions about my tail. The list of questions continued until my
friends finally ran out of things to say.
Eventually, people started to leave for
various reasons. Cody was first to leave. His parents have kept a close leash
on him ever since he MORFed. Both of his parents had avoided getting MORFS when
they were kids and with Cody being an only child, they are very freaked out by
their son's changes. Cody had some very unique changes; his parents aren't the
only ones who get freaked out by his appearance. Cody looks considerably
different than other teenagers, 50 years ago he would have been locked away and
labeled as a monster. Cody is around five feet tall (at least I'm not the only
short one in the group) and walks in a sort of hunched position. His skin is
black and scaly and several of his joints have spikes on them that protrude
through his skin. His most distinguishing feature would be the pair of ragged
looking dragon type wings protruding from his upper back. He can fly short
distances, but that's about the only special ability that he has. It had even
taken us several months to get used to his appearance. Needless to say most
people run away from him and because of that, his parents don't like him out
after dark.
Next to leave was Rakira, A.K.A Shine.
She's a light elemental who has absolutely no control of her powers yet, even
though she's had them for about a year now. If her power doesn't accidentally
get triggered, you'd just assume that she was a normal 16-year-old. Mike and
Danielle were next to leave and then Jade, Damian, Todd and Megan were the
last. Soon it was just Trance, Amy and I.
First, let me tell you a bit about Trance.
As I said, we've been friends since we were little kids. He's 15 and around 6
feet tall, with spiky white hair that really makes him stick out in a crowd.
We had always been really close, sometimes inseparable. We get along better
than most siblings do and can practically read each other's minds.
Well, actually, Trance can read anyone's
mind if they let him. He picked up that little ability during his stint with
MORFS about two years ago. He can read or control a person's mind if they
allow him to, unless they're among the very weak minded (stupid) of the
population, in which case he can just take over if he wants. He doesn't do
that though, at least not very often. He can also communicate telepathically,
and since he can read thoughts, you can communicate back, it's really cool.
However, as I said earlier, most cases of
MORFS don't come without side effects, and he wasn't an exception. Trance
doesn't have eyes. Well technically he does, but without pupils they don't
exactly work. It's kind of creepy seeing someone with eyes that are completely
white, but over time you get used to it.
He can still see though. Right after his
change, he was completely blind and couldn't see a thing until he learned how
to harness his psychic talents. Now he can see better than any normal human
can. He has a hard time sensing colour, but other than that he can see even
little details. He tried explaining it to me several times and, when I
couldn't grasp the concept, he used his powers to project what he was seeing
into my mind. It was amazing. He could even see the wind as it moved around
us. His mind was able to pick up on everything and make it visible. He can
even read using his "mind sight," as he calls it, although I don't
know how that works. Ever since he was able to control his powers, he's gone
by the name Trance.
Amy and I have been friends almost as long
as I've known Trance. She's normal but could get MORFS at any time. Amy's a
very pretty girl; she's 5'5" and very slim. She has wavy red hair and
beautiful bright green eyes. She and Trance were my best friends. At times
they knew me better than I knew myself. I was so glad that they had stuck by
me, even through all that's changed over the last few days.
We ended up going up to my room to talk.
It was just like old times at first, until my changes became the topic of
conversation again. Amy awkwardly asked if she could touch my ears, so I sat
there as she inspected them and tried to ignore her while I talked to Trance,
which was hard to do because it tickled. As we were talking she moved over to
my bed and picked up the skirt I had worn at school.
"You looked really good in this
today. Where did you get it?"
"Err. Thanks, I guess. We got it at
the mall when Mom and I went shopping."
"Can I take a look at your other
clothes?"
"Sure. They're in the closet."
Amy went over to the closet and started
rummaging through my clothes while I resumed talking to Trance. We had been
talking about my gym class and what powers I seemed to have.
"You know, I could tell you what
powers you have if you let me take a look inside that twisted mind if
yours."
"Really? Sure, go ahead."
"Okay, you know the drill. Just sit
still, close your eyes, and try not to think of anything."
I did as I was told and waited as he
looked around. It took several minutes for him to locate the source of my
powers and then even longer to try to figure out exactly what they were.
"You can open your eyes now."
"So what did you find?"
"Well, I found out that you like the
way your underwear feels."
"WHAT?"
"I did tell you not to think of
anything remember? Besides, am I lying?"
"...no...." It was barely a
whisper. I could feel my face burning as I blushed harder than I ever have
before. That's when Amy decided to join our conversation, without leaving my
closet.
"Trance, stop teasing her. Every
girl likes the way her underwear feels. And for someone who's not used to
wearing stuff like that it going to feel even better."
"Amy, can you please stop talking
about my underwear. I like the way the panties feel and the bra feels really
nice against my boobs. Now can we please talk about something else?"
"Yeah, we can. I couldn't tell
exactly what the extent of your powers is. I've never felt anything like it.
You're probably an elemental, but not the typical caliber. Whatever element
you control, I've never felt it before. You've also got some sort of dormant
power that I couldn't identify, it seems to be tied to your feline abilities.
From all the other MORFs that I've met, your powers are unbelievable compared
to theirs."
"Too bad I have no idea how to use
them."
I sat there while Trance slipped into,
well, a trance. I watched him as he tried to decipher the information he had
extracted from me. The room was completely silent except for Amy dissecting my
closet. We sat in near silence until Amy rushed into the room carrying a white
wardrobe bag on a hanger and wearing a huge grin on her face.
"Ja... Sanura! Is this yours?"
she was waving the bag at me. I nodded. Trance was now looking over at us. I
was trying to figure out a way to keep that bag closed and buried in the back
of my closet again. "So why did you have this in the back of your closet?
You've got to model this for us."
"Mom bought it, but I'm not wearing
that... EVER!"
"It's really pretty."
I looked over at Trance. How did he know
it was pretty? Its in a bag. He started laughing as I stared at him.
"Nura, I see things with my mind
remember? I can see through that bag. As I said, it's really pretty. You
should wear it. I think it would look good on you."
"You can't be serious."
"I am. Go on, we're not going to
laugh at you. We're your friends remember?"
"But I don't want to..."
~~~
"Promise you won't laugh? " I
had to yell to be heard through the door.
"We promise. Just come out so we can
see you." They had to yell too.
Nervously I stepped forward and tightly
gripped the doorknob. I stood that way for several more minutes before finally
opening the door and heading into the room. My eyes were downcast as I waited
for the laughter to come. My face was burning as I stared down at my small
feet encased in the cute pink heels I was wearing. I can't believe I let them
talk me into this.
"You look great, Nura."
I looked up into Trance's blank white
eyes and then glanced at Amy. They were both staring at me. For some strange
reason, I liked the way I felt when Trance said I looked great. Blushing, I
looked away from my friends and into my new mirror. I did look pretty good.
The dress was really pretty. It was what
Mom called a semi-formal and was made of a silky pink fabric. It had spaghetti
straps and a low neckline that showed off my chest a little to much for my
tastes. Other than that, it wasn't that bad. The top was tight fitting and
made my figure look even more feminine. The skirt part came down to a few
inches above my knees and had these built in layers of fabric underneath that
made it flare out a bit. I really did look pretty in that dress.
But as much as I liked how I looked, I
was even more embarrassed. I mean, underneath this dress, I was still a guy.
Well I was a girl too, but first and foremost I was a guy! I shouldn't be
standing in front of my best friends wearing a fancy dress.
"Can I change now?"
"I guess so. But you have to promise
to wear that dress to the next school dance."
"I am NOT going to a dance dressed
like this." And with that I stormed out of the room to go and change
clothes.
Chapter 6: Into The Dark
When I came back into my room, Trance and
Amy were both gone. *Damn, where'd they go? Wait, they're still here. I
can... smell them?*
I sniffed around a little more and
followed their scent out of my room and down the stairs to the kitchen, where I
found them on the phone. *It’s weird, how come I hadn't noticed this smell
thing before?* Amy was apparently talking to her parents on the phone, but
that's all I could make out of the conversation. I turned to Trance and gave
him a questioning look.
"Your Mom asked if we'd like to stay
for dinner. My mom said I could, but Amy is still asking because she had to
use the phone."
"Yeah, well most people can't call
home telepathically."
Just then Amy hung up the phone said,
"I can stay!"
"Cool! Where are my parents
anyway?"
"Your parents and your sister already
left."
"Left for where?"
"Didn't Trance tell you? You parents
are taking us out to dinner. I'm driving us there to meet them. Oh, and your
mom said to wear a skirt."
"What! Why?"
"Duh, 'cus we're going to a nice
restaurant, that's why. Trance and I are still wearing our school clothes,
which are nice enough for where we're going. But you need to put on something
nicer than those sweats you're wearing. Come on, I'll help you pick an
outfit."
Amy practically dragged me up the stairs
as Trance simply looked on.
~~~
"Can I wear something less...
pink?"
"You look good in that. Pink is
totally your colour. Besides, we're going to your aunt's restaurant; she'll
want to see how pretty you can be."
What I ended up wearing was a pink sleeveless
top and a very short white and pink skirt. That was matched with a pair of
opaque white over-the-knee socks and a pair of pink and white platform
sneakers. I re-did my make-up with a little help from Amy.
I thought we were done but Amy insisted
on doing my hair. I ended up with a pink hair ribbon tied in a bow behind my
ears and the rest of my hair was done up in curls that bounced around with each
move I made. At least the ribbon held my hair back so it wouldn't get in the
way while I ate. A second ribbon was crisscrossed down and tied in a bow at
the end of my tail.
"Come on. Lets go. I'm
starving."
~~~
We drove in silence and soon arrived at my
aunt's restaurant a few blocks away. I was a little nervous as we walked from
the car to the front door. Not only did being in public in such a girly outfit
embarrass me, but I was also kind of scared about my aunt seeing the new me.
It wasn't fair; my whole life had been totally screwed up. There's no way it
could get any worse.
As Trance opened the doors for Amy and me,
my nose was bombarded by the strong and rich smells of my Aunt's Italian
cuisine. It was so strong that I had to cover my nose as we made our way to
the table. My parents and sister were already working on a plate of appetizers
as we took our seats. My nose seemed to have adjusted to the strong smells
around me and while they were still very strong, they were at least bearable.
"This cute little thing must be my
new niece!"
I turned around and saw my Aunt Mika
standing right behind my chair holding a tray with several plates. She started
passing out the plates to my mom and dad and then one to Crystal. The next plate
was put in front of me, and I noticed it was my usual favorite. Now that aunt
Mika was no longer burdened with our orders, she turned to me and told me to
stand up so she could see me better. I had to turn this way and that as she
inspected me from head to toe before she told me I could sit down. I sat down
quickly as I was eager to dig into my food and succeeded in making my skirt
rise up around my waist and crushing my tail underneath me all at once. After
fixing my skirt and sitting my tail in my lap, I was able to dig into my food.
The food was great as always, and I was glad that some things stay the same.
We were eating and talking and just having
a good time together when a waiter came over and offered us some pepper for our
food. That's when things got weird. I asked for some on my pasta, and he came
over next to me to use the pepper grinder. I hadn't thought my more sensitive
nose would be a problem until I inhaled some of the pepper. I tried to stop it,
but failing, I let out a violent sneeze and everything went black. I heard a
few screams and the sound of things crashing around me. I felt like I was
imploding, and then in an instant it was over. I felt like I had run a
marathon. I was so tired that I slipped from consciousness and dropped to the
floor.
~~~
since 6/29/05