Stargirl - A New Owner

Bayley pulled his car into the space, not far from Yolanda’s house. He parked the car, drumming his hands on the steering wheel for a moment. He had only been at the new school for a few weeks but was already surprised at people’s friendliness. It wasn’t long before he had gained a small group of close-knit friends – Yolanda foremost among them. Rumours swirled around some scandal that Bayley wasn’t privy to, but he took no notice. In the short time that he had known her, Yolanda proved herself to be a kind, funny friend that Bayley enjoyed spending time with. The previous day, she had invited him round to her home to supposedly show him something interesting.

Yolanda opened the door almost immediately, smiling charmingly.

“Bayley! You came!” she said, beaming. There was a slight nervousness to her voice, as if she hadn’t expected Bayley to have taken her up on her offer.

“Of course!” he replied. “You made this sound unmissable – whatever it is.”

“Too right!” Yolanda said, welcoming him inside and shutting the door. “Follow me. I can guarantee you’ll be impressed.”

Yolanda led Bayley through her well-furnished, expensive home. “Luckily my parents are out. This way!” she said, opening the door to the garage.

“This better be good”, Bayley said with a chuckle, hoping that Yolanda wouldn’t have lied to him. After descending the steps, his friend flicked on the light, illuminating the gloomy garage. Bayley looked around – there were the expected tool racks and shelves of odds and ends, a couple of filing cabinets that were overflowing with paperwork. Out of place, in the middle of the room, was a large table, on which a long object was draped in a black cloth. “What’s that?” he asked, pointing at it.

“All in good time, Bayley! Believe me”, Yolanda said with a smile, trying not to feed his curiosity too much. She leant up against the table, folding her arms across her chest. “This might sound a bit deep, but hear me out, okay?”

“Sure”, Bayley said, somewhat confused. He had spent a lot of time with Yolanda, but they had never had ‘deep’ chats. At least, not yet.

“Do you ever wish you could do something against all the evil in the world?” Yolanda asked. An uneasy silence followed her question as Bayley tried to work out if she was joking or not. The expression on her face told him otherwise.

“I guess so?” he said, unsure. “But like, what are we meant to do about it? There’s far too much for us to deal with, especially on our own.”

“What if I told you there was a way to help in the fight against evil? Would you do it?” Yolanda asked, a thin smile coming to her lips.

“Of course. I mean, if it’s not too dangerous. I’ll leave that to the professionals, you know”, he said, laughing softly. Yolanda rested her hand on the cloth behind her, covering the long device on the table.

“I’ve got something here that will give you all the tools you’ll ever need. All you have to do is want it”, Yolanda said. Bayley stared at her. “I’m serious, Bayley! This is real stuff – powerful stuff. This could be life changing.”

“Sure”, Bayley said, unconvinced. “Let’s see what this is all about.”

Yolanda removed the cloth with an excited grin. Bayley could see what was now revealed: a long staff, stretching almost the length of the table. It shone brilliantly, even despite the low light. Whatever golden metal it was made out of caught the light with an almost supernatural glimmer. A crackle of yellow sparks briefly illuminated Yolanda and Bayley’s faces, emanating from the head of the staff.

“Yolanda, what is this?” Bayley said, moving closer, curious. As he closed the distance, the staff began to glow brighter and brighter.

“I’ve never seen it glow like that before!” Yolanda said, not answering Bayley’s question. “You know what that means, right?”

“What?” he said, the golden light now making it hard to look at the staff directly.

“That means it’s chosen you! Just hold it and see!” Yolanda said. Bayley didn’t believe much of what she was saying. The staff must have been little more than a cheap trick – some theatre lights or mirrors causing the glow. But, as he stretched out his hands towards it as per Yolanda’s instructions, it glowed more and more.

His hands made contact with it, the light suddenly shutting off. Bayley held it out in front of him. It was lighter than he expected, despite its size and unwieldiness. He turned to Yolanda who was still shielding her eyes from the glow that could return at any moment.

“What now?” he asked.

“Now, it’s going to give you the tools you need to fight evil!” Yolanda said with a laugh.

Just then, another burst of light shot down from the head of the staff. It ran down it, the whole of it vibrating with the bright, uncontained energy. Bayley could feel his hands shaking, but strangely found that he could not release his grip, his hands bound tight to the staff.

“Yolanda, something’s wrong!” Bayley said as the light grew brighter. Yolanda didn’t say anything, simply standing back and letting the magic take hold.

The light vanished once more, briefly covering Bayley’s entire body. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t relinquish the staff, his muscles tight across it. If anything, it felt like his hands were holding on with more strength before. Suddenly, Bayley could feel his fingers shifting.

He yelled as his finger bones all cracked and reformed, coming together into a painfully smaller size. His fingers were thinner, almost dainty, and his once chipped nails were now perfectly manicured. Bayley barely had time to look at them before he felt something cover them – bright red, supple leather, tight across his shrunken hands. A white star appeared on them and the cuffs crept higher up his arms, fastening over his wrists which then crushed painfully themselves.

“Yolanda, help me!” Bayley screamed, but Yolanda just watched, amused.

“I’m sorry, Bayley! But this is what needs to be done if you want to help me fight evil!” she said, laughing. Her mocking only intensified Bayley’s pain. Flexing and twisting in his new gloves, Bayley tried to free himself from the staff, but his hands were still locked around it. Slowly, he could feel his arms shifting. One by one, the hair was being plucked from across his body, a thousand tiny pin pricks of pain that spread from his arms to his chest, next to his stubble, then his legs. Finally, he could feel the hairs being ripped out of his groin, forcing him to squirm. His skin warped and shifted, growing softer and more sensitive. The muscles and bones in his arms continued to buckle and change, growing slimmer to match his new hands.

The changes continued, travelling out from the staff. Bayley’s shoulders crumpled inwards, accompanied by a pained cry as he felt his body go through further adjustments. With a crackle, his ribcage reduced, then his hips corrected themselves with an aching, searing pop. His whole torso was slimmer now, his clothes hanging off of him loosely. Down his legs, he could feel them growing longer and thinner, now slim and athletic. As the changes reached his feet, he could feel and hear them crumple, just like his hands. His shoe size shrank down as Bayley’s body changed to have small, feminine feet.

Bayley writhed in pain and shock, his body looking less and less like his own with each passing moment. He looked desperately to Yolanda for help, but she just continued watching, passively observing the transformation.

He could feel something crawling up his leg. Looking down, Bayley spotted his socks, now a garish red and white instead of the grey he was used to. They grew tighter, sliding up his lower legs until they finished a few inches below his knees. His shoes followed suit, the brown leather shifting to a blue suede, growing higher up and turning into a pair of boots. Red laces tightened them around his new feet, now strangely more comfortable in the smaller shoes.

His jeans began to creep up slowly, and Bayley panted in relief. For a moment, his body was not going through more changes, only his clothes. The material of the jeans grew taut across his athletic legs, then shifted into a tougher, stretcher fabric. The hem grew wider into a thick white stripe that was slowly moving higher, up over his knee, only stopping at his upper thigh. Bayley was now wearing a pair of shorts. With a burst of leather and fabric, Bayley felt his belt tighten across his thinner waist as it transformed into a glossy red, various pouches appearing.

The shirt that Bayley was wearing grew tighter and tighter across his body, squeezing the air out of his lungs. It shifted into a bright blue colour, matching his new shorts. The collar warped, squeezing a gasp from his neck as it grew high and constrictive. Bayley could feel his midriff was now exposed; the soft, vulnerable skin now visible. The fabric grew longer along his sleeves, sliding underneath his red gloves into a seamless, well fitted garment. One by one, Bayley could see more white stars growing along his arms, three each side. A larger one burst into existence across his chest. Bayley stared at it shocked. For a moment, it seemed that he had a reprieve.

“Yolanda, you’ve got to help me! Please!” Bayley begged, gasping once more as he heard how high and feminine his voice had grown. Yolanda took no notice, standing back and letting the transformation continue with a mocking look.

With another flash of light from the staff, the changes continue. Bayley’s scalp itched, and he wished he could wrench his hands from the staff and scratch at it. In the periphery of his vision, he could see hair growing, tumbling down in golden curls either side of his face. He felt it tickle at his ears, growing down further to sit on his shoulders.

Bayley barely had time to react before his eyes blurred and his ears rung, his face shifting and changing. His jawline grew more pointed, his nose slimming down. Eyebrows thinned, and his eyelashes curled out in front of him. A pair of pink, pouting lips sprang from his face. In the mirror shine of the staff, Bayley could see his shifted reflection. Now he had the face of a very scared, but very pretty young woman.

Beneath the tight suit, Bayley’s nipples grew hard, rubbing against the soft material. Slowly, Bayley stood slack jawed in shock as the white star on his chest came out at an angle. Fat was building beneath it. “No, no, not this!” he pleaded in his girlish voice, his words lost. A pair of soft, sensitive breasts had formed, compressed down beneath the material. With a painful moan, Bayley felt the fat bubbling elsewhere in his body. His thighs grew thicker, and a thin layer covered his pert, rounded behind.

Bayley knew that there was only one thing left tying him to his masculinity, buried down beneath the shorts. He looked at Yolanda, desperate for this final part not to happen, but his one-time friend just stared at him, smugly.

Underneath the shorts, Bayley felt his manhood shrink down. The slight bulge was gone. It slipped up inside of him, peeling open into a slit which his testes slid into, bursting inside of him into new, more feminine organs. Bayley’s body was completely changed.

Mercifully, he felt his hands go loose on the staff, now finally free. His red-gloved fingertips shaking, he touched his new body, as if trying to prove what he was seeing wasn’t real.

“Bayley-“ Yolanda said, coming closer to him. Bayley looked up at her, only for the woman to place a blue mask over his eyes. His head jerked back from the sudden impact. The mask was seeping into him, building new memories and urges. New feelings and experiences grew, Bayley’s mind trapped inside. It was developing rapidly. His knowledge of fashion, his friends, and adventure increased tenfold, his brain growing smarter and stronger. New, more feminine urges appeared, alongside one that was stronger than everything else combined: To fight evil, as Star Girl.

Bayley felt his body move; his consciousness trapped inside with these new thoughts. He hefted the staff over his shoulder.

“So, are we doing something tonight or what?” Stargirl asked, smiling.

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