An Email Unlike Many Others 5

“Parents are out of there,” Nate said as he sat down in a chair in front of his computer, “That’s means no interruption from anyone that can bother me while I work.”  The 16 year old was in his room about to work on some new projects for his art account, but decided to check his e-mails first.

“Let’s see here,” he said as he riffled through his e-mails, “Spam, spam, spam, ‘You May Already Be a Winner’, spam, e-mail from adoring fan, hey!  Here’s something interesting.  An e-mail response from Firingwall!  He must have finally gotten back to me about working together on that story I proposed.”

He clicked open the e-mail and read the text: Dear uighhgh, I’m glad I finally gotten to respond to your proposal.  Sadly, I cannot work on any stories at the moment due to a virus that has infected my computer, destroying Microsoft Word.  The program is almost completely loaded again, but it may take away for everything to work smoothly.  Until then, I have something that shall tie you over.  It may not be the story you wanted to work on with me, but it is something that you’ll find probably better.  Just click the link to receive it.

“Well…” Nate said rubbing his chin, “I guess whatever he made will work.  He says that I will find it better than what I was planning, so I’ll check it out.”

He clicked it on it, causing the screen to freeze and three boxes to pop up.  In each box was a picture of a different looking girl’s face.  One of them was a blond, another was a red head with freckles, and the other was a girl with black hair covering most of her right eye.  “Hello!” a voice spoke through the speakers in a game show host manner, “You have just received an amazing prize!  You get the choice of one of these lovely girls for… [Inaudible speaking].  So, who will you pick?”

“What was that after ‘for’?” Nate asked.

“No time to repeat myself,” the voice replied back, surprising Nate, “What is your decision?”  Nate found this very suspicious, but decided to play along with the mysterious voice.  He glanced at the girls again carefully and focused on the black hair girl.  For some reason, her eyes began to move and focused on him.  Her eyes gleamed mysteriously and she gave him a small, timid smile.

He liked the look of her, since she reminded him of himself a little bit.  He had his hair covering his right eye (though hers was completely covered the right side of her face) and she had black hair like him as well.  “I chose number 3,” Nate said, “The girl in the black hair.”

“Interesting choice my good sir!” the voice replied, “Not very often a guy picks her.”  The two other girl boxes vanished, while the black hair girl’s box increased in size.  Soon, he could see her full body.  She looked and dressed like a soft core emo.

“Thanks,” she said quietly.  She moved closer to the screen and started to come out of it.  Nate leaped from his chair and backed into the wall behind him in horror.  It was just like The Ring, but with a computer instead!

“Don’t kill me!” he said when she was completely out of the screen and now standing before him, “I’m not worth the hassle!”

“Chill…” she said slowly, “I’m not going to hurt you… I’m just going to take you on a ride you’ll never forget.”  She scanned him from head to toe.  She stopped at key specific points on his body that caught her attention, such has the two necklaces around his neck, the leather band around his left arm, and black hiking boots on his feet that seemed out of place.

“Very interesting looking,” she said, “Let’s see what I can do…”  She walked over him and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer to his face.

He blushed and said without thinking, “You’re pretty cute up close.”

She smiled and said, “I guess I am, but I don’t really think about it.  Now let me give you something.”

With that, she gave him long, but sweet kiss on the lips.  After she was done, she pulled back from him.  She gave another, but creepy, smile and said, “Have fun.”

She then glowed brightly and vanished from his sight.  Nate stood there for a few moments trying to bring logic to the situation.  He then finally said, “Firingwall… did he said me a personal girl through an e-mail?”

However, once he spoke, his voice rose in pitch and soften in tone.  “Hey!” he said, “I sound like her now!  What gives?!”

His black hair then grew longer, completely covering his face and fell 3 inches below his shoulders, where his hair normally reached.  “This is annoying,” he said as he spat out hair that got in his mouth.

He turned around to the wall, where his bedroom mirror was and moved the hair that was covering the left side of his face out his vision.  He pushed the hair behind his ear and jumped back slightly in shock.  His partially uncovered face now resembled the girl’s face from before, with her green eyes, thin eyebrows, slight purple shade of lipstick, and small face.

He felt his face with hands that were now small and delicate.  “My face…” he said, “My hair… my voice!  I’m starting to change into her!  Is this what she meant by a ride that’ll never forget?”

His body then changed in size, shrinking and changing into a more feminine and gentle form.  He went from 6 feet to 5 ft. 5 in. in 5 seconds flat, his shoulders rounded, his back slightly arched, his skin went slightly pale, and body hair shrank back into his body.  “This is like those stories I write!”  Nate said, “My interests are coming to life in me!”

He examined his hands again, remarking in their change.  He watched has his fingernails grew longer and were magically painted in dark fingernail polish.  He then turned his attention to his feet, where his boots were changing.  They sprouted two heel on the bottom of them, the leathery material had a smoother feel to it, the laces vanished and were replaced by straps that were held in place by buckles, and boot extend up to about 3 inches below the knee.

Nate didn’t seem to have a problem balance with the heels on; in fact, he found it extremely easy and mobile to move around in them.  Taking a close look at them, he remarked, “Kind of kinky, but I really like how they look and how they feel on me.”

Upon saying that, his blue jeans’ legs shrunk upwards into the top part of his pants.  The remaining part of his jeans formed into a black, silky skirt that dropped to about an inch above his knees.  “Hmm…” he said feeling his skirt, “I… like this… a lot!  It looked rather good on that girl previously and now it fits me quite well now as a girl.   Wait a minute… am I a girl now?”

He lifted up his skirt and looked underneath.  His hips were certainly curvier (and mostly his bottom, even if he couldn’t see it) and his black boxers were replaced by a black laced pair of panties that was firmly in place.  Looking at his panties, he could tell there was no bulge where it should be, answering his question.

“So I am a girl now,” Nate said, and then she shrugged, “Oh well, it’s not like I can change or do anything about it now.  I might as well enjoy the rest of the ride.  I guess this also means I need a new name… like Natalie or something.”  As she said that, the sleeves on her striped T-shirt shrunk into the shirt, leaving it sleeveless.  The light gray and dark gray strips of the shirt darken until her shirt was completely black.  Two white collars sprung from the shirt’s neck, while a dark pink heart (That is cracked in half with a skull below it) logo appeared above her right breast.

Speaking of which, a tingling sensation started grow in her chest region and accumulated in the form to two B-cup size breasts.  They felt weird underneath the shirt as they rubbed against the fabric.  They suddenly felt better suddenly as Natalie felt a bra appear underneath the shirt, comforting them gently.  As now, she was a fully functional and complete looking emo girl.

“Wow,” she said touching her chest, “I am a girl now… what now?”

“I’ll tell you what is next,” a familiar voice said.  Natalie turned from the mirror, back to her computer and saw that the girl was back, but this time she was holding two books.

“I must say,” the girl said looking at her, “You do look pretty good.”

“Well that’s because I’m a clone of you now!” Natalie said.

“Speaking of which,” the girl said handing her the books, “You are now a soft core emo girl. The first of these books in a training guide on how to be and act like one, since this spell on you does not cover mental changes.  Your brain will, however, adapt and change your habits to match what you are learning from the book.  Finally, you’ll need this one.”

Natalie put the first book down and took a closer look at the second one.  “TWILIGHT?!” she said shocked.

“Yes,” the girl responded, “Since you are part of this girl group now, you are required to own and read that.”

“I’m not reading this crap!” she said tossing it in the girl’s face.

The book hit her square on, but she did not flinch from the hit.  The book merely fell to the ground and the girl simply picked it up and tossed it onto Natalie’s bed.  “I know you may not like it,” she said, “But it is required.  Don’t worry though; your brain will soon develop the taste and interest in the book.  That is all from me.”

With that, she vanished once more, leaving Natalie confused and dazed.  “I’m still not reading this book!!” she shouted, “You hear me!?”

She sighed and turned back to her computer.  On the screen was the e-mail from Firingwall still, but it now had some new text on it.  She strolled over and sat down in the chair to read it.

The new part read: Well, I hope you enjoy your Emo Girl TG.  I decided this time around to try out some new features that the website was offering, like sending a girl in the e-mail to the TG and having you learn how to be a girl instead of acquiring the knowledge automatically.  Either way, the spell only lasts about a week, but you can extend it longer by keep clicking the link in the e-mail to keep the effect going after the time is up.  Also, you can return to your original form by clicking the link as a girl.  Anyways, I hope you enjoy and don’t forget to reply back to let me know if you got the e-mail or not.

P.S.

Don’t you dare send me a spell in your reply!  I’m sick of getting those!  SICK, SICK, SICK OF IT ALL!

“It’s in all caps,” Natalie said, “He must be serious… like that will stop me!  I’ll send him two e-mails.  One of them a reply and one of them a spell!  He’ll never expect it!  I’ll even use my other e-mail address so he won’t see it was from me!”

She  laughed evilly, but stopped.  “You know,” she said glancing at her bed, “I just don’t know and I can’t help it, but I really want to try reading the first lesson and first chapter of the book before I send out those e-mails.  I don’t know why, but I am really interested in learning how to be a girl for some reason and reading some vampire material…”