Whitewood: The House Party

My apologies for the delay. I couldn't make the actual caption I was gonna upload work the way I wanted it to work, and I ended up just looking for a new picture and coming up with a new story entirely.

Again, no new GENIE'D! on Monday due to production delays. I'll have something else up, either a caption or something from Midjourney up for you guys.

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John, Tucker, Lisa, and Mark, were looking for one last adventure in their new home town before summer ended. The days were already getting shorter and the nights were getting cooler, it was only a matter of time before all the outdoor fun in the sun they’d experienced all summer would fade into fall. And with the coming of fall the quartet of friends had also experienced their few weeks of college at Whitewood University, and had also gotten various jobs in the area (though the group had promised never to bring up work and bum everyone out). Mark had come up with the idea after hearing about how many homes would be empty during the first long weekend of the semester due to Labor Day, and the temptation was too much for the group of young students to resist! John had picked out the house, and with a little help from the ever-enterprising Lisa, they’d managed to get the keys to their epic party location! The family that owned the place had gone away for the Labor Day weekend and Lisa, who had been babysitting the local kids since summer had started, had earned a reputation as someone that was dependable…Which she had used to their collective advantage!

As the sun began to set the friends slowly arrived at the beach house, each one having parked a short distance away at the local public beach parking and had walked the rest of the way as to not draw too much attention to their scheme.  First was, of course, the lovely Lisa who had smiled and waved as the family had pulled out of the driveway, her cheerleader good looks and charming smile leaving the husband, wife and son at ease. Second to arrive was her beau, Mark. The tall track runner snuck out of the bushes across the road as soon as the family’s car had gone around the curve and out of sight. The brown-haired athlete and the blonde con-artist embraced with a kiss before hustling inside. Third to arrive was John. John wasn’t an athlete, but he’d helped Mark and Lisa out many times in high school with their homework, and the African-American boy was fun to be around. And last but certainly not least, was Tucker. Tucker was your typical all-American football star, a hulking white boy who didn’t think too much before acting, and was hard to take down on the football field and was John’s best friend from childhood. They had all brought snacks, drinks, and swimsuits, ready to enjoy the weekend of unsupervised fun (and not to mention making as much use of home’s swimming pool at hot tub as possible). However, there was one thing they hadn't accounted for—the warning sign by the pool that had ‘NO SWIMMING – CLEANING CHEMICALS IN USE’ as well as a logo of a local company; some place called ‘Lethe Chem.Co’.

“Careful, Tuck…Looks a little, uh, brown?” John warned as his best friend grabbed the sign and tossed it to the side of the pool

“What, did you get a job as lifeguard at the city pool or something? Afraid I’m gonna drown?” Tucker mimed sinking under the water before shooting his friend a shit-eating grin.

“Not with that big ass of yours! Who needs a lifeguard when you’ve got a floatation device for a butt!” John snarked back, causing Mark and Lisa to chuckle at the ribbing between two friends. Though that remark did seem a little…weird and they shared a look with each other. Brown water? The pool looked perfectly clear! And was John secretly gay, or something? What a weird thing to say about Tucker's (rather fine, in Lisa's opinion) ass?

“Feh, you’re just jealous! Stop worrying! My dad has a pool, I can tell if the chlorine is too much for swimming or not!” Tucker said, rolling his eyes as he stuck a large hand into the calm water. He wasn’t feeling any burning, any residue and the water felt GREAT! Determined to get the weekend off to a big splash the large football player quickly stripped off his shirt and laid his phone aside before taking a running leap into the pool as he shouted “CANNONBALL!”

The water erupted in a upward pillar of displacement, nearly splashing the others on the deck. John, Lisa, and Mark stared in shock at what was happening before their eyes. As the ripples settled, Tucker slowly emerged from the water with a huge smile on his…her face. It wasn't his familiar, slab-like face they saw; instead, a stunning African-American woman with curly brown hair was leaning on the pool’s edge in his place, pearly white teeth shining through plump lips. Her dark brown swimsuit clung to her curvaceous body that was only a few shades lighter than it, highlighting her new curves. The swimsuit barely concealed her perfectly sized breasts, and did next to nothing to hide her rounded rear end that seemed to have a mind of it’s own. The transformation was nothing short of astonishing, and it took the new woman giggling to shake the three unchanged friends out of their shock.

“Uh, guys? You, uh, gonna join me or what?” The new girl said, gesturing to the pool.

Mark stuttered, "Tucker? Is that really you?"

The transformed Tucker blinked in bewilderment before giggling again, her voice just the right pitch of husky and airy and oozing sex appeal, "Of course, it's me, silly! What's going on? Is this some kind of prank?"

Lisa swallowed the lump of fear in her slender throat and stepped closer, her voice shaky as she tried to mentally grapple with what had just happened. "Tucker, we didn't do anything. This happened when you jumped into the pool. You...you've changed."

John nodded in agreement, his hands slowly sliding to hide the tent forming in his trunks from the sudden appearance of the gorgeous girl. "Y-yeah, it's like you've, uh, transformed into a different person!"

The former man chuckled, looking down at her body and then back to her friends, her face still an amused smile as she clearly didn’t see anything wrong with how she’d always looked. "Uh, okay…Good prank guys but as one pranker to another, generally you have to, you know, sell it a bit better. I’ve ALWAYS looked like this!”

John shook his head, his eyes filled with genuine concern. "No, Tucker, it's not a prank. Something happened when you jumped into the pool! We can't explain it, but you changed! You look like a cheerleader, not a football player!”

"Well, DUH! That's because I am? Johnny, you're being really, really silly right now!" Tucker sighed as she pulled herself out of the pool entirely and leaned back, the afternoon air just cool enough to make her stiffening nipples poke through the thin fabric of the swimsuit. John struggled to hide his erection at the sight as Mark and Lisa continued to press Tucker about the change. And they all stayed the hell away from the pool, save for Tonya. Err, Tucker.

As the evening dragged on, and despite their attempts to make Tucker understand, she remained blissfully unaware of her transformation, their repeated explanations doing nothing but begin to annoy her. Even showing this new Tucker pictures of her own body on their phones, even Tucker’s old phone, did nothing! It was clear that whatever had happened hadn’t, well, altered reality or something, but despite the overwhelming evidence, Tucker simply continued to insist that this was the way he…she had always looked! And despite the physical transformation…The only thing that seemed to have changed beyond Tucker’s adoption of some feminine habits, was her body! Inside she was still the same football player they’d always known (even if now she was convinced she was a cheerleader for the football team). She even responded when John tried calling her ‘Tonya’! As the evening continued and the sun dipped beneath the horizon, Mark, Lisa and John decided to accept the situation, even if Tucker (or perhaps Tonya) refused to realize what had happened. The trio made a vow to each other to do whatever it took to change their friend back…and failing that, making sure to take care of whoever Tucker was now from being hurt.

And John…Well, later on in the evening, the no longer ‘token black kid’ of the group discreetly hid away the small packet of cleaning chemicals he’d tossed into the pool earlier that day, before Lisa had arrived. There was no need for any of them to know that he was the newest employee of Lethe Chemicals and had already been treating the pool for a week, or that the Lethe in the name wasn’t just some fancy branding. With enough prompting and subtle persuasion, the transformative effects of the crazy chemicals could mold a person into someone entirely new. Maybe before the weekend was over, ‘Tonya’ would be his new girlfriend…And if not, well, he still had more chemicals. And if Mark or Lisa tried to stop him, well, at least he had a couple of spares