The events that follow were on August 11th of this year.
Traeline was heading into work at House Helston when she found a box on the front porch addressed to Kitty. She didn't think much of it. Deliveries were left there for her all the time. Some were from adoring admirers. Others, not so much.
Trae gave the box a shake to ensure it wouldn't blow up or make a smoosh noise. Smoosh noise usually indicated a dead animal. Gross. This box, however, made neither boom nor smoosh. So she shrugged and carried it inside and deposited it on her aunt's desk in her office. Once that task was done, she returned to her own desk and began her duties for the day.
About an hour later Kitty came walking through, sorting through her mail. Traeline and the other secretary, Annie, were nodded to. The male model that was trying to hit on Annie was given a slap to the back of his head as she walked by. Once he picked himself up off the floor, he mumbled apologies and went back to the studio.
Once in her office, Kitty closed the door behind her, per usual. She really didn't need to listen to the girls conversations. While it was often hilarious to listen to her neice being exasperated by the other secretary's lack of understanding to literary references, it wasn't something for every day. Besides, she had work to do today.
The mail was tossed aside as she flopped into her desk chair. The box that Trae had left there had drawn her attention. Well, it had been her birthday the day previous. Perhaps it was a gift'
She scooped up the box and gave it a good sniff. Other than Trae's recent handling of it, she couldn't determine any other distinguishable scents. That was worrisome, but eh. A single claw through the tape and she pried open the box to discover...!
A belt.
It looked like just an ordinary belt. It wasn't ugly. In fact it was kinda nicely made. Leather, silver buckle, grommets in the holes. It wasn't anything spectacular, but it was still nice, and whomever made it clearly spent a lot of time on it.
Further inspection of the insides of the box yeilded no further indication of who it was from or why they sent it to her. Who would send her a belt and not tell her it was from them' Why a belt' Does it even fit"
She looked the belt over again one last time before she stood up with a shrug. Her normal belt was unhooked and tossed onto the desk before she picked up the new one, slung it around her hips and fastened the buckle.
Within seconds she knew something was wrong. Maybe less than that. Within the blink of an eye she felt different. VERY different.
When she looked down at herself, her bountiful bosom was....GONE. And she was increasingly aware of a very painful tightness in her pants that was not there before.
"What the he-oh crap." A hand was slapped to her mouth. Even her voice had gone from her usual contralto to a much deeper baritone. The belt had turned her into a MAN!
Of course the instinct was to yank the belt off and toss it at the desk. Unfortunately this did nothing to change her current situation. So she put the belt back on. Nothing. She turned flipped the belt around and put it on inside out. Still nothing.
This was not good.
She snatched up her datapad and the belt before leaving her office through the side door toward the private part of the house, restricted to just family members of House Helston. Who could help her" Tass was....well she wasn't sure where Tass was. Maybe Chryrie could fix this. What's the point of having a demi-goddess for a sister, if she can't fix these kinds of messes, right?
Seconds later, Traeline's phone buzzed. Trae picked it up and peered at the screen to see "GET YOUR MOTHER OVER HERE!"
"Oh boy."
Traeline was heading into work at House Helston when she found a box on the front porch addressed to Kitty. She didn't think much of it. Deliveries were left there for her all the time. Some were from adoring admirers. Others, not so much.
Trae gave the box a shake to ensure it wouldn't blow up or make a smoosh noise. Smoosh noise usually indicated a dead animal. Gross. This box, however, made neither boom nor smoosh. So she shrugged and carried it inside and deposited it on her aunt's desk in her office. Once that task was done, she returned to her own desk and began her duties for the day.
About an hour later Kitty came walking through, sorting through her mail. Traeline and the other secretary, Annie, were nodded to. The male model that was trying to hit on Annie was given a slap to the back of his head as she walked by. Once he picked himself up off the floor, he mumbled apologies and went back to the studio.
Once in her office, Kitty closed the door behind her, per usual. She really didn't need to listen to the girls conversations. While it was often hilarious to listen to her neice being exasperated by the other secretary's lack of understanding to literary references, it wasn't something for every day. Besides, she had work to do today.
The mail was tossed aside as she flopped into her desk chair. The box that Trae had left there had drawn her attention. Well, it had been her birthday the day previous. Perhaps it was a gift'
She scooped up the box and gave it a good sniff. Other than Trae's recent handling of it, she couldn't determine any other distinguishable scents. That was worrisome, but eh. A single claw through the tape and she pried open the box to discover...!
A belt.
It looked like just an ordinary belt. It wasn't ugly. In fact it was kinda nicely made. Leather, silver buckle, grommets in the holes. It wasn't anything spectacular, but it was still nice, and whomever made it clearly spent a lot of time on it.
Further inspection of the insides of the box yeilded no further indication of who it was from or why they sent it to her. Who would send her a belt and not tell her it was from them' Why a belt' Does it even fit"
She looked the belt over again one last time before she stood up with a shrug. Her normal belt was unhooked and tossed onto the desk before she picked up the new one, slung it around her hips and fastened the buckle.
Within seconds she knew something was wrong. Maybe less than that. Within the blink of an eye she felt different. VERY different.
When she looked down at herself, her bountiful bosom was....GONE. And she was increasingly aware of a very painful tightness in her pants that was not there before.
"What the he-oh crap." A hand was slapped to her mouth. Even her voice had gone from her usual contralto to a much deeper baritone. The belt had turned her into a MAN!
Of course the instinct was to yank the belt off and toss it at the desk. Unfortunately this did nothing to change her current situation. So she put the belt back on. Nothing. She turned flipped the belt around and put it on inside out. Still nothing.
This was not good.
She snatched up her datapad and the belt before leaving her office through the side door toward the private part of the house, restricted to just family members of House Helston. Who could help her" Tass was....well she wasn't sure where Tass was. Maybe Chryrie could fix this. What's the point of having a demi-goddess for a sister, if she can't fix these kinds of messes, right?
Seconds later, Traeline's phone buzzed. Trae picked it up and peered at the screen to see "GET YOUR MOTHER OVER HERE!"
"Oh boy."