The challenge for this one is twofold: First, I would like this caption to focus as much as you can manage on the change itself. Don't completely leave out the situation and whatnot, but try to spend more energy and text space on the change. Second, try to use as many metaphors and similes within the change's description as you can.
Why? Well,I know that sometimes it's hard to come up with a change description that doesn't sound exactly like all the others. It's part of why I take so long to make captions, though admittedly a very small part. Anyway, this is hopefully some helpful practice to help out with that.
Orson lay in the shade of his beach umbrella, kicking at his towel absentmindedly. His friend Tony may have enjoyed running around on the hot sand, but after the sunburn from last week Orson wanted no part in it. He opened up the cooler and grabbed a drink Tony had brought, not noticing the odd markings or the note attached to the can.
ReplyDeleteHe took a gulp, and shuddered as the surprisingly warm drink went down his throat. The taste wasn’t anything like what he’d expected. Rather than the diet cola his friend usually brought on these trips, it was a creamy coconut flavor that seemed to linger on his taste buds. He considered it for a moment, then smiled and drained the rest of the can in short order.
He lay back on his towel and pulled his sunhat over his eyes, intent on falling asleep. But just as he was about to drift off, he realized something that jolted him awake.
He hadn’t been wearing a hat before.
He looked up, and found that his umbrella had fallen to pieces, with the frayed edges of the fabric looking suspiciously like straw.
He tried to sit up, only to realize that his towel was sticking to his back. He reached to pull it off, but it wouldn’t budge. As he struggled, the cloth slid underneath his clothes, wrapping around his chest and hips before tearing in two at the waist. After a moment of panic, he grabbed hold of the pieces and tugged with all his strength, and laughed triumphantly as clumps of the fabric finally tore off in his hands. The threads writhed in his palms like snakes, before going limp and collapsing into dust. With renewed confidence, Orson plucked the hat off of his head and tossed it onto the sand, before reaching for the pieces of towel still wrapped around his chest.
When his hand met the unexpectedly smooth edge of the cloth, he looked down in confusion. Instead of the mangled scraps that had been there a moment ago, there was now a fully formed and very empty bikini top. Orson took a deep breath to calm himself, and looked down his shorts to see the other piece of the towel. His fears were confirmed by the sight of a very tight and very embarrassing blue and white striped thong.
(Continued in Part 2)
(Continued from Part 1)
ReplyDeleteHe got up to go to the restrooms at the other end of the beach so he could get rid of his strange new wardrobe in private, but only managed to stand up before being stopped by a strange sensation in the pit of his stomach. It felt as if he hadn’t eaten in hours, and with each passing second the empty feeling grew stronger. It reached an almost painful peak, and Orson sat back down by the remains of his umbrella nervously clutching his stomach.
Then, with a muffled popping noise, his waist collapsed inward, leaving Orson with an hourglass figure. He immediately realized what was happening to him, but also realized that he was utterly helpless to stop it. The coconut taste of the drink returned to his mouth, along with the strange warmth that had come with it before. The sensation started spreading outward, engulfing his entire body within seconds. An unexpected sense of calm washed over him as he watched the rest of his changes take place. His hands and arms shrank before his eyes, the extra flesh flowing underneath his skin and leaving it smooth and soft wherever it passed. His shoulders popped loose for a moment, but Orson barely felt any pain before they settled back onto his rapidly narrowing frame. His five-o-clock shadow and Adam’s apple retracted inside his head and neck, leaving his face perfectly smooth. His jaw and cheeks softened, while the skin of his lips pinched closer together so they puffed out ever so slightly. His hair grew several inches before settling on a short but feminine style, leaving his face a modest vision of female beauty.
As he focused on the changes to his face, the rest of his body was busy reshaping itself as well. His chest slowly swelled to fill out the striped top that had formed from his towel, while fat collected on his hips and rear to give him a set of soft curves. His privates went numb, before disintegrating much like the scraps of the towel, leaving behind their fully formed replacement. With a final flare of warmth, the changes were complete.
The haze vanished from Orson’s mind as the warmth faded, leaving her perfectly calm but very much female. She sat up, noticing the new ways her body shifted with the movement, and looked over to the empty can that had started the changes. As she picked it up, the note fell off into her other hand.
She read through it silently, smiling warmly as she reached the end. She picked up the straw hat from its place in the sand, and ran off to thank her friend.