Christmas Cookies

Chapter 1
Christmas Cookies by Heidegger

Troy was hanging out in his apartment in a post-Christmas funk. Christmas day at his Mother’s had been nice, but now everyone had gone back to work and he was bored. San Marcos was kind of a drag when most of the SWT students were gone. It didn’t help that he had no girlfriend as New Year’s drew near. Stretching out his six foot length on the couch, the usual afternoon TV talk shows were on and today’s topic: "Santa Claus seduced my Wife" was starting to wear thin. He had the top button on his jeans undone because of Holiday overindulgence.

Suddenly there was a rapid knocking at the front door. Troy jumped, startled, and then hopped off the couch and yanked open the door. There was no one there. He leaned outside and looked around - no one in sight. He stepped forward and his foot bumped a brightly wrapped box. It had a tag that read: Merry X-mas - 1 Day late!! He scooped up the box and carried it inside.

Troy plopped back down on the couch, setting the box onto the coffee table in front of him. The wrapping paper had a Christmas theme, but looked like it had been done by Salvador Dali. I wonder what weirdo dropped this off, thought Troy. He ripped open the paper and dropped it to the side and then lifted the top of the box. Inside was a bunch of cookies with a note on top.

The note read:

Dear Troy,

Sorry this is late. I didn’t have time to write

you a story so I baked you some cookies using

old family recipes. Enjoy!

Happy Holidays,

Heidegger (RadioX)

your TSA gift-exchange person

Oops, thought Troy, I guess I know what "kind of weirdo" would leave this! Now he was REALLY suspicious. I don’t want to end up as some Spells ’r Us bimbo or a baby in diapers, he thought. He spread the cookies out on the table and organized them. There were 6 kinds: chocolate chip, ginger bread men - some had beards and clothes and some had a white loincloth made of frosting, round cookies with a dollop of chocolate in the middle, Snicker Doodles (round cookies with cinnamon on them), cookies with red and green frosting in a circular pattern (kinda Oriental looking, thought Troy), and almond bark (white chocolate with almonds in it). So what do they do? Troy guessed that the ginger bread men turned people into men, and the cookies with chocolate in the middle looked kind of breast-like, so maybe turns people into women? The circular pattern maybe meant some sort of power or animal transform, the snicker doodles maybe affected the mind or something. The chocolate chips he had no clue and the almond bark maybe made you into a plant. All in all a weird assortment of spells, thought Troy, if they have spells on them.

Now he had to find a way to try them out. He didn’t really want to use them on himself until he knew for sure what their powers were. He racked his brains for about five minutes but there was no one in town (that wasn’t working) that he could call over to his place. He did remember that some people in the apartment complex were having a huge party tonight so he could bring some cookies to it and try them then. Of course he would have to disguise himself somehow since the guys throwing the party were complete jerks and wouldn’t let him in if they saw who he was.

He settled into the couch again and turned back to the TV. After about 10 seconds he couldn’t take it anymore, he had to try one of the cookies. He grabbed one of the chocolate middle cookies in one hand and a gingerbread man in the other. That way if he turned into a woman and didn’t like it, he could turn back right away. He took a big bite, and waited. Nothing. He ate the rest of the cookie, still nothing. Then he felt a funny nervous feeling in the pit of his stomach. He got up and rushed to the mirror in his bathroom. The feeling in his stomach intensified as he examined his face for changes. He was almost shaking and the pressure inside built until - braaaaap, the giant Diet Coke he had been drinking all afternoon forced him to belch. Other than that, there was no change. He grinned sheepishly in the mirror and walked out. All the tension had tired him out and he collapsed on the couch and slept.

When he awake, there was a soft mass under where his hands lay on his chest. He jerked awake, and the pillow fell to the ground next to the couch. He muttered darkly about his Christmas Exchange not being worth a darn.

It had been several hours since he fell asleep, and it was dark outside. He was all dried out and rose to get a Coke out of the fridge. He could hear music from the party and voices of groups of people wlaking through the complex to it. He set his drink down on the table and grabbed a cookie. It tasted really good, kind of sweet, but delicious. It had the Chinese pattern on it, a circular figure that was half red and half green. Now he remembered what it was called, yin-yang, the symbol for the duality of the universe.

He felt nature’s call and started walking toward the bathroom, shivering slightly as a chill caught him. Then he shivered again, feeling his hair tickle his neck as he moved. He reached up and scratched at his neck and noticed that the collar of his shirt was getting loose. He shivered again as he opened the bathroom door and his pants fell down. Now he was worried. He grabbed them and pulled them up, holding them with one hand while he opened the door and shuffled into the bathroom. In the mirror he saw a shrinking, thinning version of himself. Much smaller than he had expected, looking about 100 pounds lighter and 5 inches shorter.

His hair came down to his collar and his clothes were gigantic. The short sleeves of his shirt hung past his elbows. He shivered again and the face in the mirror softened. The eyes looked larger and their color looked like a deeper brown than before. His hair thickened and became glossy. It wasn’t getting any longer, but it had body like in a shampoo commercial. He let go of his humongous pants and they slipped to the ground. His shirt hung well below his crotch, so he was still covered up. He reached up to his hair and his hand brushed his face - it was smooth, no hard stubble like he was used to. It felt like a girl’s face!

As that thought hit him, he shivered again, causing the fabric of the shirt to move against his chest. He felt a tingle as it brushed over his nipples. He put his hand to his chest and touched his nipple. There was more there than before. It was larger than before. Then it suddenly swelled outward so it felt like he was poking himself. He pulled his hand away, but his growing chest followed. His shirt moved outward in two distinct lumps. Looking closer in the mirror, he noticed that he was even shorter now, like 5 foot 5 instead of his usual 6 feet. He also noticed that there was no way he would be mistaken for a guy anymore. Then he felt an intense heat in his crotch, starting warm and then becoming burning hot. His hips widened visibly and his waist narrowed making his chest appear even more prominent. Suddenly, the heat faded and he felt a chill on the tops of his legs.

He could hear someone breathing heavily in ragged gasps, hyperventilating. He realized it was him and consciuosly slowed down. He looked in the mirror. The woman he saw was beautiful! She had delicate features and rich brunette hair. Her figure was shapely and tight. He had dreamed about dating a girl like this. She looked fit, like a cheerleader or a dancer. He turned to the side and admired the way her narrow waist flared out to a beautful behind. Every time he moved, the breasts jiggled slightly. Her chest was perfectly sized, he would guess a C- cup. No titanic tits for him! Even in his t-shirt, she looked great. Looking at the shirt, she realized that she needed something to wear. All the clothes started flapping as if in a strong wind and she saw the shirt tighten against her top and shrink upwards abover her waist to the size of a normal shirt. Troy gaped at the smooth lower belly and the triangle of dark pubic hair between her legs that was revealed. Looking at the floor around her legs, the masculine underwear had dwindled to a small, thin piece of cotton and the jeans looked smaller. Even the socks had changed from men’s style to women’s. She pulled up the panties and then the jeans. They all fit perfectly. When she bent over, she realized that a bra had formed as well. She could feel the material of it against her chest and the straps over each shoulder.

Now Troy could go to the party without being recognized, and when they ate the cookies she was going to bring, there were going to be a lot of pretty girls around. At least she knew the pattern ones worked. She gathered up most of the cookies into the box, setting aside a few of each to leave behind, and went to get a coat.

The coat was huge, still sized for Troy’s male body. She put it on and waited a few minutes, and suddenly - nothing happened. She bunched up the sleeves and bundled up in the oversized garment.

All kinds of people were walking towards the party. Most of the apartments in the complex were dark, except for one which had loud music blaring from it and a crowd spilling out onto the courtyard outside. It was one of the townhomes on the end of the complex so it was a 3 bedroom and larger than the rest of the apartments. Troy walked to the front door, now extra conscious of the change in size as men now loomed over his feminine form. He became conscious of how his hips swayed with each step and the slight bounce of the new breasts.

One of the guys who lived in the apartment was manning the front door. "What’s your name?" he shouted over the noise of the party.

"Troy," she said automatically and then realized the blunder.

"Well, come on in Tory," he said, sweeping the door open, "we always have room for the ladies." His gaze flicked down to her chest for a moment.

Troy (now Tory) sighed in relief and walked inside. A lot of people had come come back to San Marcos to hit this party and things were going full swing inside. It was different being at a party as a woman. Tory had never realized what a hungry look men had when they were on the prowl for women. Especially after she dropped off the large jacket on the bed. Most of them never gave her face more than a quick glance, choosing to fixate on her chest. She laughed to herself as she set the box of cookies on the table next to the other refreshments. They’ll have plenty to look at in a little while, she thought. Immediately people began adding cookies to their plates. A blond haired guy with a goatee handed her a full, new beer and then walked off. She angled off to one side where the music wasn’t so loud and she could watch the refreshment table. As she rounded a huge potted plant, she bumped into a girl who hadn’t been standing there when she had picked out the spot. Tory’s beer almost spilled on the girl.

"I’m sorry," she said a little too loudly and then noticed that it really was quieter there.

"No problem," said the girl, "I just wanted to get away from the noise. My name’s Allison. I’m here with Kelly Greer." Kelly was a very popular and very attractive girl in a minidress (short on the bottom and low on the top) who was very busy making out with a tall, dark-haired guy.

Tory thought, he’s kind of cute, and then caught herself. You’re not here to make out with some cute guy - you ARE a guy, even if you don’t look like one right now. She covertly looked Allison over. She was a little taller than Tory, with permed blonde hair and glasses. She had on black leggings and an oversized white sweater. If Tory had still been male, Allison wouldn’t have given him the time of day, but it wouldn’t have stopped him from lusting for her at a distance. He decided to talk to her more and maybe learn more about what these kind of girl’s are interested in, kind of a covert spy mission.

It was very easy to get Allison talking, and Tory was surprised to find herself really liking the girl. At first she had been kind of clinically detached, examining Allison to find out what made her tick, but Allison was a truly warm individual and Tory found herself opening up to her new friend. She had to be careful and change her stories to a female point of view, but after a while it almost felt natural. Tory was suprised how little difference there was in a conversation with a girl like this and a conversation with one of her male friends.

"Well, I’m out of beer, do you want some too?" said Allison. Tory nodded and handed her the plastic cup she had been using - noting that there was a lipstick smudge on her cup just like on Allison’s. The spell must created makeup up when it changed the clothes, she thought.

"I’ll stay here and guard our spot," she said to Allison, who nodded back and weaved through the crowd toward the keg and the refreshment table. Tory looked at the cookies and could see that more than half were gone. She was scanning the crowd looking for changes when she heard someone nearby say "John, what’s happening to you?!" Turning quickly toward the voice she saw a girl standing with her hands on her cheeks, staring in horror as her tall boyfriend shrank down to her size and began rapidly growing more and more feminine. His hair lightened and lengthened and his chest swelled with a pair of very large breasts. Tory noted the remnant of a yin-yang cookie clutched in the transformed woman’s hand.

Another one of the onlookers caught Tory’s eye and she watched as the teenaged girl’s face matured and her middle thickened. Then her hair got darker and less lustrous and lines appeared at the corner of her mouth and eyes. Her date looked on at a woman who looked old enough to be his mother! Tory hadn’t expected this kind of change. The now middle-aged woman dropped a piece of cookie. Looking closely, she realized that it was a gingerbread man - probably one with a beard. Speaking of beards, one girl had a thick one growing on her face as she transformed into a husky man. It took a few moments before the guy she was dancing with felt the beard tickle his cheek. He shoved her away from him as his hand touched his cheek.

The first people to be transformed’s clothes began flapping as if blown in a strong breeze and shrank or grew to be appropriate to the wearer. Just then, a woman ran past Tory chasing a chubby little girl/toddler running in an oversized football jersey. "Carl, come back,please" she shouted. The little girl was munching on one of the ginger bread men with the white loincloths and each bite made her dwindle further. So those are diapers on the cookies! thought Tory. There was a bump to her arm.

"Here you go," said Allison handing her a beer and a gingerbread cookie, "what’s going on?" She took a bite out of the cookie she had brought for herself.

"All kinds of stuff," said Tory, "I don’t know what’s causing it, but people are changing sex or getting older or younger. It’s like a spell or something."

"We should go," said Allison.

"My apartment’s close by, we could go there."

"Ok, but let’s tell Kelly too."

They moved toward the other side of the apartment looking for Allison’s friend in the growing crowd of changed people.

"There she is!" shouted Allison pointing further away. Then Tory spotted Kelly too. The tall dark-haired boy she had been necking with was now a tall, willowy girl. Something looked odd about Kelly as they came up behind her. Her hair looked shorter... no SHE looked shorter. The Kelly Green who turned around when Allison shouted her name was barely twelve. The pink minidress was many sizes too big for her and the low neck revealed all of her tiny breasts. Her skinny legs led to small feet in the boat-like pumps she was wearing.

"Allison!" she shouted in a voice with rising pitch. Then she got even shorter and they couldn’t see her head above the shoulders of the crowd that gathered around her. It got hard to get closer as people stopped and gawked at the spectacle. The willowy girl stooped and picked up a little tike in a huge pink dress. The tot was less than four and still shrinking. Finally, the dress began waving as if in a stiff breeze and shrank into a pink one piece outfit perfectly suited for the baby girl it was on.

"We’ve got to get out of here," shouted Tory, "Her date can take care of Kelly, there’s nothing we can do." Allison nodded and Tory held the cookie between her teeth, grabbed Alison’s hand and led as they threaded their way into the courtyard where the panicked throngs still stared at the transformations around them, or marvelled at the changes they themselves had undergone. Allison’s hand felt funny as they went through the crowd, and it got harder to pull her in different directions to go around people. When they got to the fringes of the crowd near Tory’s apartment, she found out why.

"Allison?" she mumbled around the cookie still clenched in her teeth, staring up into the face of the taller, handsome young blonde man, "Oh my God!"

"What? What’s wrong?" came the reply, and Allison’s male eyes widened at the deep masculine voice she used. By the time they reached the door of Tory’s apartment, Allison was clothed like any man her age. Her white sweater and leggings becoming a male sweater and black jeans. Tory fumbled with the keys and opened the door, dragging Allison behind her. She relocked the door from the inside and turned to walk. "Ooof," she said as she bumped into Allison’s strong chest and the cookie she still held in her teeth broke apart and fell to the floor. Allison’s arms encirled her and kept her from falling.

"Mff mf mmmffable," she said, her mouth full of cookies.

"What?" said Allison, puzzled.

"This is unbelievable," she said looking up into his friendly eyes. She started to melt into him and he leaned in to kiss her. "No, I can’t. I’m a guy and you’re a girl and this is wrong." She pushed him away.

"You’re a guy?" asked Allison.

"Yes, I uh, was transformed just before I met you. I didn’t know what had happened and was going to hide when I met you." Tory tasted a little bit of the gingerbread cookie as she spoke. What kind of cookie was it? She looked down at the floor for the remains. She couldn’t see them, but the cuffs of her jeans were starting to bag over the tops of her shoes - uh oh.

"I have to go," she said rushing toward the bathroom. Allison followed. She ran out of her shoes and had to shuffle to keep from pulling her jeans down. She just beat Allison to the door by enough to close and lock it. She ignored Allison’s knocking and looked at the mirror. A high school girl looked back. She had a zit on her forehead and the front of her shirt was loose over her chest. The girl was still getting smaller and younger looking as she watched. 17 passed away, then 16 and finally, a short, fifteen-year-old girl gazed back in the mirror. Her clothing began to wave again and shrank to her new teen size. She trudged to the door and opened it. Allison stared at the girl before him.

"You know you’re still cute when you’re not older than me." he quipped gathering the girl toward him for a hug. She snuggled in close to him and was comforted. He noticed that the top of her head was below his chin. After a moment he stepped back and raised her chin with his hand. "I love you." he said and leaned down to kiss her. This time she didn’t back away, but returned the kiss.

This is weird, Tory thought, kissing felt the same on her face as before, but the body reaction was much different. She felt a tingling in her breasts that seemed tied to a warm feeling between her legs. The nervous tension in her stomach was the same as always.

Allison was also experiencing an intense reaction. All the feeling besides his lips was centered in the growing hardness between his legs. And when Tory relaxed against him and kissed him more deeply, he thought he was going to pass out. He took the girl’s hand and led her to where she thought the bedroom was and she willingly followed.

It wasn’t until the next morning that Tory remembered that she had more of all the cookies. And Tory or Troy and Allison or Al lived happily ever after in various forms and ages.

The End

 

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