Blindsided 03

Alone in the mensroom of the hotel lobby, Robbie wasted no time ripping into the package. Scared and confused, he craved answers and figured the mysterious box was the best place to begin.

Tearing back the tape, he opened the lid before reeling back in horror. These weren't his clothes! And to make matters worse, everything was pink. On top of the small clothes pile lay an envelope with the words READ ME printed on the front. Shaking his head, Robbie tore open the back of the envelope, sending a small piece of metal flying through the air. It hit the floor with a clang.

HEY THERE, SUGARTITS ,

CONGRATULATIONS ON FINDING YOUR FIRST UPGRADE. PUT ON THE OUTFIT AND USE THE BUS TICKET TO GET TO YOUR NEXT DESTINATION. AT THE STATION THERE'S A ROW OF LOCKERS. USE THE KEY TO FIND YOUR NEXT CLUE.

OH, AND I DO HOPE YOU DIDN’T SPEND TOO LONG DILLY DALLYING THIS MORNING. YOUR BUS LEAVES AT TEN THIRTY SHARP. MISS IT AND YOU’RE ON YOUR OWN. BETTER GET MOVING!

With shaking hands, Robbie flipped over the note to find the promised bus ticket stuck to the back.

MANCHESTER COACH STATION TO BIRMINGHAM COACH STATION

ONE WAY

10.30 AM

SEAT 4A.

“Shit, what the hell is going on? This is crazy!” he said frantically while placing his head in his hands. Through the gaps of his fingers, he saw the key that had fallen from the envelope, knowing it was decision time.

Guessing it was already quarter past ten, having seen a clock when queuing for the reception desk moments earlier. If he was going to do what the note wanted, he would need to move quickly!

“Argh,” he screamed aloud, trying to think. The options open to him seemed so limited. Ignoring the note meant he'd be stuck miles from home without clothes, his phone, or any money. And when he made it home, then what? He had woken up with a pair of breasts! Was he just supposed to get on with life like nothing had happened?

The other choice was equally as scary. The idea of blindly following the instructions to who knows what end made him want to throw up. The one positive was he might find some answers, and Birmingham was closer to home than Manchester.

Reluctantly, Robbie made his choice, and being the type of person to fully commit once a decision was made, a whirlwind of activity began. He quickly dropped his towel and kicked it away, causing his newly acquired breasts to wobble and his mouth to groan. Unwrapping the towel around his head and wondering what he had been trying to achieve by placing it there, it soon joined its big brother in a crumpled heap on the floor.

Now naked, Robbie tipped the box, spilling the items inside into a nearby sink before rummaging through its contents. He found a pair of panties, some yoga pants, and a small top. All were bright pink and made from some Lycra-type, stretchy material. Accompanying the outfit was a pair of trainers, also pink and sporting a hidden wedge sole.

Ignoring the part of his mind screaming for him to stop, Robbie stepped into the pink panties, pulled them up and snapped them around his waist. Forced to sit, he next wriggled his smooth, hairless legs into the tight yoga pants with minimal difficulty.

With the constricting pants on and slightly out of breath, the panting man reached for the next item, and aware of the time, he still couldn't help but take his with this one. With his nipples now hyper-sensitive, Robbie carefully placed each breast in its respective cup. Grimacing throughout as he manoeuvred the soft mounds in what was probably the most alien experience of his entire young life.

Last up, he placed his feet into the pink trainers and fastened the Velcro straps. Fully dressed, he stood back up before letting out a loud groan in frustration. Lifting one leg, he looked down in disgust to examine the slightly elevated position the wedge sole was now forcing his feet to adopt. Shaking his head, he started to think about how much more difficult they would make his trip to the bus station before catching sight of himself in the mirror. Placing both hands to the side of his head, he let out a whimper as he stared horrified at his sissified reflection.

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“What the hell is going on?” He moaned while taking a second to examine his body more thoroughly, realising it had been modified more than he first realised. Along with the breasts and the hairless skin, he suddenly noticed his hair was longer than he remembered. An inch or two, at least! And now, wearing the tight Lycra pants and crop top, he could see that his waist was much thinner, but worse still, he had an unmistakable bubble butt!

It would have been easy to lose himself in that moment. The urge to collapse to the floor in a heap would have consumed most people, but not Robbie! Call it anger, rage, or the will to survive. Whatever it was, some part of him was determined to fight on. He needed answers and knew the only way to get them was to make that bus.

Snatching up the key from the floor, the Lycra-clad man grabbed his ticket and set off towards the exit. Stumbling as he went, not used to the three-inch hidden wedges under his feet or the weight of his jiggling breasts, both doing their best to throw him off balance as he moved as quickly as he could.

Barging a man out of the way, Robbie skidded up to the front desk. “Hey, watch it,” the man said angrily. Robbie ignored him. “How do I get to the coach station from here?” he blurted out to the same annoyed-looking receptionist from earlier.

“Sir, this is unacceptable behaviour. You’ve now given me no choice but to…,” Robbie interrupted her. “Please, just tell me and I’ll be out of your hair forever,” he fired back as he noticed the time. 10.22 am!

The receptionist took a second to size up the strange man in front of her, wondering what might happen if she refused. Would he get angry and attack her? He was clearly not your average person. He may even have a mental condition. “Fine, turn left out the front, and you’ll see the Arndale Shopping Center. Follow along the side, and at the far end, take a left towards Piccadilly Gardens. From there, you’ll see signs for the coach station.”

“Left. Straight. Left.” Robbie said, repeating the instructions and waiting for the receptionist to confirm what he'd said. Seeing her nod, Robbie took off across the lobby, shouting thank you as he bumbled awkwardly toward the exit.

Letting out a sigh of relief, the receptionist shook her head. “Sorry about that, sir. Now… where were we?” she said as she forced a smile and got back to her work.

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Out of breath and against all odds, Robbie somehow made it to the bus station without getting lost. And after unintentionally yelling at a few officials found his bus just in the nick of time. Once seated, the humiliated young man turned to face the window and folded his arms, trying to conceal his expanded chest and avoid all the curious eyes.

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As the engine started and the bus pulled out, Robbie was finally able to relax a little. There were still many questions he wanted answered, but at least he was headed in the right direction. It was at this point he started noticing some new and unfamiliar sensations. And once he became aware of them, he couldn't stop thinking about them. Like how his bum now felt huge, like he was sitting on a cushion. Or how his nipples felt chaffed and sore inside the cups of his sporty pink top. Or how the skin around both felt stretched and tight.

Closing his tired eyes, Robbie felt like screaming, but already embarrassed enough, he resisted the urge, knowing it would just cause a scene. Who had done this to him and why? And what awaited him in that locker? Those questions and many more would dominate his thoughts as he rubbed the mysterious key between his thumb and forefinger on his two-hour trip down to Birmingham.