Beautiful
By Melanie Ezell
It wasn’t hard to convince them. All I had to do was tell them what they wanted, and with the right books I had it all. And I was going to be beautiful.
It all started with the liposuction. Just to help me lose weight. I’d always been a bit tubby, and I figured why not. I didn’t know I’d love it so much.
The change was dramatic. No longer was I the overweight, unpopular geek of a man I had been, but a sleek young stallion. Now I could be happy, have friends, be loved. I felt beautiful.
But it wasn’t enough. I was left with baggy, flabby skin where the weight had been. I wanted it gone. And I was beautiful again.
But I was so hairy. My chest. My back. I wanted it gone too. And, yet again, I felt beautiful.
Next came my facial hair, long a bane of my life. With it gone, surely I’d be beautiful forever.
With a little work on my nose.
And a little botox couldn’t hurt either.
And my cheeks, so plain.
And my brow line, far too thick. Neanderthalean, really, if such a word exists.
New teeth. New lips. New ass. New skin. New breasts. And now, new sex.
It wasn’t hard to convince them. All I had to do was tell them what they wanted, and with the right books I had it all. All the knowledge to make them make me beautiful. And what I couldn’t get with lying I took, or got in any way possible. Sex, drugs, threats, violence. Violence can be beautiful too. And soon I’d be more beautiful than ever.
So beautiful.
So beautiful.
So beautiful.
Notes: My first attempt at 'dark' fiction. Comments appreciated. Melanie E.
"I don't know about this..."
"Oh stop that, this will be fun, I promise."
Harold cast his girlfriend a sideways glance. "That's what you said about having your birthday party-"
"-party at Kevin's World of Waffles, I know, but this is different, and there's no strawberry syrup in sight." She gave him her patent mischievous grin.
"No... just dresses." Giving a meaningful look to the flowery concoction surrounding him, Harold sighed.
"You agreed to try out with me," Molly whined.
Harold snorted, but and pushed through the door, ready to try out for the Dancing Bunnies.
"Jeez Louize!" Tod struck the wheel of his Volvo angrily as yet another red light brought the car to a screeching halt.
"Easy, honey, we have plenty of time."
"Dammit, Janet!" Tod argued. "How did I let you talk me into this?"
"Well, the 'Rocky Horror Picture Show' costumes were your idea..."
Her speech was cut short by the jerk as Tod gunned the engine - only to hear the wail of a police siren.
"Shit! Janet, where's my licence?"
"In the purse I handed you at the door, didn't you-
"Dammit Janet!"
"Gordon!"
"That you Gordon?"
"Hey Gordon!"
Melissa growled as she rushed down the hallway towards the school's rear- and mostly unused- exit.
Why had she agreed to do this again? 'Great prank,' he said. 'Lots of fun,' he said. 'Twenty bucks,' he said. Oh, the joys of having a twin.
She pushed her way through the doors to find her brother there waiting in her favorite skirt and blouse, with a green look on his face.
"Uh, sis, did you know you cheerleaders had physicals today?" He asked nervously...
She always enjoyed checking him out, seeing what new items he might have. Pickles, mayo, lipstick. Ham, a couple of movies, and a cute bra and panty set.
"For my girlfriend," he would say if she asked, but in a town as small as theirs she knew better.
"That'll be fifty four seventy three." He paid her swiftly, and hurried to grab his bags.
"You take care now, Emily."
She waved to him and smiled. "See you on Sunday, Pastor Lawrence." 'And have fun,' she added silently as the old man drove away slowly.
Drabble Theatre: Hot Coffee
Melanie Ezell
Barbara descended the stairs to find her husband waiting for her at the breakast table. The coffee was ready, making her smile.
"Barb, honey, we need to talk."
"About what?" She carefully stirred the sugar in as she turned, listening.
"There's something I need to tell you- I've been hiding for a long time. I can't hide it any more. Barb, some times I..." He stopped.
"Is this about the women's clothes you have hidden in the closet?"
He stared, dumbfounded. "Y-you already know?"
She nodded.
"And- you don't care?"
She shrugged. "Not really. Besides, you make damn good coffee."
It just had to happen today, didn't it? My luck always goes south on Tuesdays.
I can't believe I forgot to do laundry yesterday. I really needed my suit for this interview, but that ketchup stain ain't coming out of those pants any time soon.
Maybe they won't notice this is my girlfriend's suit. The color is neutral, cut's alright...
"They're ready to see you, Miss Andrews."
Shit! Miss?
Okay, maybe the matching pumps were a step too far...
I click my way across the floor to the office.
Damn Tuesdays
Drabble Theatre: Inna Minute
Melanie E.
Crap! Crap, crap, crap!
"Jeremy! We're home!"
"I'll be down in just a moment mom!"
Dangit, I thought they were gonna be gone longer than this! Here I am, standing in the middle of the hallway in a skirt and blouse, and I've just gone completely rigid! I can't move! It's all over! I'm-
"Jeremy?" Sarah popped her head up the stairs, and grinned when she saw me. Oh, no, she's gonna tell Mom that I'm.... "I'll handle Mom, just hurry up, okay?"
I nodded -- what else could I do?
She was grinning when I reached the table. What now?
Edwin wiped the countertop down quickly, not so much removing the grease as bringing it to a more even shine.
He had been working at the Mondo Burger for a couple of years, barely making enough to stay in college, and yet...
"Order up!"
He grabbed the tray and took it out to one of his many corpulent customers, his ponytail bouncing on behind him.
The large man grinned at him. "Thank you, my girl! Time to dig in!"
The old gentleman laughed, and Edwin smiled back. Yes, sometimes it was all worth it.
Drabble Theatre: No-Jack
Melanie Ezell
"Ooh, now THIS is cherry." 'THIS being a brand new 2044 Pontiac Amazon, featuring integrated LCD vidscreens, a Chameleontech paint job, and all the latest security features. But he had to have it.
Cut out the shatterproof glass...
Pop the mag-lock...
"Warning. Unauthorized user. No-Jack security activated. Conversion of male intruder in 3...2...1..."
"What the Fu--"
---
"In the latest news, car thefts are down 38%, while shoe sales this quarter have doubled..."
He... she?... wrapped her hands around the arm of her date as he lead her down the path through the park. Her sister had split off earlier for a little 'alone time' with her date, leaving the two of them to occupy themselves until time to go home. It was a gorgeous, cool autumn evening, and the falling leaves were entrancing to watch.
"So, ah, what you want to do?"
As she twined herself more tightly around him, loving the feeling of being a girl, she raised herself on her toes to plant her lips on his.
Drabble Theatre: Not Your Pants
Melanie E.
"Hey lil' bro, have you seen my new Cosmo- hey, aren't those mine?"
"What?"
"Those jeans! Why are you wearing my jeans?"
"All of mine are in the wash and it's just jeans-"
"And my Oasis tee-"
"Well, yeah-"
"And your bra strap's are showing-"
"It's a cami not a- oh, crap."
"All your tanks in the wash too?"
"Uh, heheh.."
"No, this works, see my boyfriend's friend needs a date to the party tonight..."
I had hoped for so long it wouldn't end like this.
I'd tried hiding it, denying who I was, and making myself fit in, but in the end his words proved right.
'Freak! Pervert! No little cock sucker is a son of mine.'
The words had hurt worse than the beating, but the real pain had come from seeing the look of cold- nothing, in my mom's eyes as he did it.
I looked down at my blood stained dress, and laughed- at least my mutilation meant I'd die a girl.
I stepped off the edge, smiling as I fell.
Rodney was not a happy Christmas elf.
The North Pole economy had taken a drastic plunge in the last quarter of the 2008 fiscal year, and as a result many hard working elves had lost their jobs. Those left were having to double up on work, and sometimes assignments could be less than ideal.
"Could you hold your beard outta the way? I can't see to tack the lace on the hem of the skirt."
Rodney huffed as he moved his beard. Somehow, he doubted he would ever see Bratz dolls the same way again.
Melanie E.
Ralph was angry. Very angry.
His life had been going so well. A good job, a beautiful girlfriend, and a promotion to lead researcher at Scumlabs. Now, thanks to a problem with an experimental fertilizer here he was, a three story wolf, hunted by the military and labs alike, and to top it all off, he had one HELL of a case of PMS. The confusing feelings about George were just icing on the cake, really.
Smashing through another building, s/he howled in frustration at the unfairness of it all.
Melanie E.
"Mom, mom!"
"In the kitchen honey."
"Mom! You will never guess what I found!"
"You are right about that. Well?"
"Sara has a boyfriend! And he's older than her too!"
"You worm! What are you- you were reading my diary again weren't you?"
"What? NO! I just, I mean..."
"Oh, look, he's blushing! Wait. I keep that in my... you were in my underwear!"
It escaped before he could stop himself. "I still am."
"What! Mom! You perv!"
"Jeremy Andrew-"
"He's nineteen!"
"Sara Marie-"
"Mom!"
Melanie E.
"Pencils down."
It was over. The most gruelling two hour test ever, to be sure. And a definite failure, but what did they expect? And with the rule in place that all questions must be answered in order 'to aid in the determination of your absolute potential' or some crap like that, and 'only mark one answer per question. If more than one applies, choose the answer that fits you best.'
So, why start with something as hard as 'Are you male or female?'
Romeo Cassanova was really starting to regret ever finding that golden ticket. After that incident thirty years ago no one had so much as heard from the Wonka company, but with the reopening came the contest...
Mary white dissappeared down the cream sluice, Ollie Line vanished during the tour of the new sweet-E internet HQ, and he'd last seen the other two in the room with all the fizzy lifting drinks.
The man in the purple suit turned to him. " And lastly, our new line of edible underwear."
'Oh, no.'
"Dude, we HAVE to get back there and see Zodiac!"
"Noone gets backstage without a pass." The security guard pushed the two overweight men back.
"Cummon, we'll do anything!"
"Anything?" An oddly tattooed man asked from behind them.
"Umm... uh, yeah, anything." They both nodded, nervous.
"Alright then." He cracked his knuckles, and clothes appeared in his hands. "Put on these skirts."
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Ten minutes later two buxom young blondes giggled their way past security on their way to see their idol.
Melanie
"Congratulations! It's a beautiful ba...by... uh, heh, nurse?"
"Oh for heaven's sakes, can't you tell it's a... well..."
"It doesn't matter," the newborn's father interrupted. "We have a son and a daughter already. I guess now we have one more of both."
The doctor smiled in relief at being let off the hook, but couldn't help wondering, what color blanket to use?
White Satin
By Melanie Ezell
She was finally ready.
It had taken more than thirty years to correct God's little mix-up, but it was worth it. She still wasn't perfect, the severe cut of her dress working to hide the few traces of masculinity she'd never be rid of, but if he loved her as is, she could live with a few flaws.
As her march started, she donned her veil, and stepped out the door.