Once upon a time, Mountain Dew did a commercial called "Change", and I was struck by how closely it resembles the beginning of many of the stories here. I'd link to it, but, well, Literotica no likey. Anyway, what follows is my take. I'm curious what directions others would pursue; anyone else care to write about "what happens next"?
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Chris stopped next to the vending machine as Zack fed in some money. "Too bad she dumped you."
"She didn't dump me," Zack replied defensively, punching the Mountain Dew button. "We're just... taking a break." There was an odd buzzing sound as the button lit and the bottle fell, not really noticed by either man.
"Right. That's good." Chris said sarcastically as Zack took a swig from the bottle. He was
always
teasing, something he demonstrated as they walked back to Zack's car.
"I can't believe you lock this thing, man." In truth, Chris had a point. The vehicle was old, worn, and only marginally 'running'. The only reliable part was, ironically, the alarm.
The
chirp
of Zack's remote rang out. Both men stopped short as a rumbling noise began. Suddenly the car seemed to explode and rearrange itself. It was too quick to follow - a fraction of a second - but now a shining, detailed sports car lay before them, a giant spoiler mounted on the back.
"Whoa..." they both exhaled, exchanging swift, stunned glances. Another
chirp
, and a second transformation; a muscle car settled onto its shocks.
In disbelief, Zack hit the button again.
Chirp
,
rumble
; a giant monster truck.
Chirp
,
rumble
; a tiny Shriner parade car, complete with Shriner, waving at them.
Chris looked dubiously at Zack, whose face was blank with shock; he was waving back timidly. Zack snapped himself out of it and used the remote.
Chirp
.
A gold-toned, pimped-out pickup, stereo bumping. Even the mag wheels were gold-tinted.
"Sweet! Let's roll!" Chris called out, stepping forward, high on the absurdity of the situation.
There was an odd smile on Zack's face. "Wait!", he said.
"What?" Chris asked, not quite understanding as Zack pointed the remote his way and turned his head like a gunslinger pulling off a trick shot.
Chirp
. Chris frowned, puzzled, as brown hair fell just past his shoulders. He glanced up to see a strangled look on his friend's face. Convulsively Zack squeezed the button again.
Chirp
. Chris's horror and confusion grew in direct proportion to the breasts that pushed his shirt out. Frightened, he locked eyes with Zack. "Not cool!" he half exclaimed, half pleaded.
Chirp
. It took less than a second. His clothes and body flowed like water, the former becoming feminine and the latter becoming female. Only the styrofoam cup remained unchanged.
The new girl gasped as the change completed, then smiled Zack's way.
"How about a Dew?" she asked flirtatiously. Zack mutely
chirp
ed the remote at her drink. It wriggled in her hand to become a twin of the one he held.
"Thanks." She watched as Zack, dumbfounded, kissed the remote and mumbled his own gratitude.
She laughed, feeling flattered. "
Now
let's roll?" she grinned.
Zack moved toward the front of the truck. "Aren't you going to open the door for a lady?" she teasingly asked. He stopped, almost stumbling, then came back and gingerly opened the passenger door, holding it for her. Crissy thought the mixture of confusion, caution, and hope on his face was just about the most adorable thing she'd ever seen.
She brushed past him, running her hand down his arm, and squeezed his hand as she slid into the seat. She made sure her long legs were stretched out, and held herself so her chest was subtly but prominently displayed.
This was rewarded with a wondering glance as Zack took the sight in. Pride and satisfaction filled her; her smile widened. "Come on, loverboy. Don't you want to see what this baby can do?" she asked, leaving open exactly what she was referring to.
Zack hurried around to the driver's side and hopped in, sparing another disbelieving glance toward her. The inside of the truck was lavishly appointed, and the boom of the stereo made the seats vibrate a little, even though it was clearly nowhere near the highest volume.
"Jesus," Zack breathed, surveying the dashboard. GPS navigation, DVD player, satellite radio, OnStar. Neon-blue running lights. Gold accents on everything; even gold thread in the leather upholstery.
Crissy giggled, watching his awed exploration. His head jerked in her direction at the sound, and though he was clearly even more awed at her, he almost visibly decided to postpone consideration of what she represented.
{That's okay, baby,}
she thought.
{Take your time. When you're ready, I'll be ready.}
She gazed at him lovingly, and not a little lustfully.
Something about the seatback attracted his attention. He fumbled for a moment, then found the catch. A panel opened between them.
"A
refrigerator
?" Zack was incredulous. The chilled compartment was stocked with (what else?) Mountain Dew.
Crissy was laughing again. "It's so cute! You were just like this when you won it!"
"When I 'won it'? Wha... what do you mean?"
"Here." She rummaged in the glove compartment for a moment. "Look." The registration said 'Zachariah Joseph Lee'.
"Oh."
"You won it in a Pepsi contest about a month ago. You were so happy then, too." Crissy liked it when Zack was happy. "Did you notice how nobody even looked at us while you were changing the car?" Zack nodded slowly. Nobody was paying any special attention as they idled in the parking lot. "Memories were changed, too. Everything's, you know, consistent."
After a few moments, Zack looked her way one more time, a bit nervously. "Um, do you... I mean, are you... er, who..."
