"I've no interest in dying while traversing a roundabout." Liz was doing a fairly good job of driving the white rental van, but Steven was still having a great deal of fun acting like he was terrified of her ability, or lack therein to drive the bulky vehicle. The tall fella adjusted his glasses as he gave her a wry grin.
For her part, Liz responded by looking over at him and sticking her tongue out. Unfortunately, when she took her eyes off the road she swerved a little, and nearly ran into a parked car. She over-corrected and ended up swerving back and forth a bit before managing to get the vehicle under control. "You ass!!!" she shouted, her checks flashing red with embarrassment, her ponderous tits jiggling about beneath her Wilko's red polo.
It was well after 9 P.M. and the two had just finished locking up the store for the night. Their mutual friend Carly was redecorating her beauty salon, Beautylicious and had offered to let Liz have some of her old furniture for free. Looking to outfit a spare room in her home, Liz had jumped at the opportunity. She'd rented a truck, and, with her husband and children out of town visiting family, she'd managed to convince Steven to stick with her after work and help her move her Beautylicious decor booty.
As the van neared the salon, Steven noticed that something was amiss. "It's well after 9pm, and none of the street lights are on."
"It doesn't look like any lights are on, for that matter. Look, the traffic signal is even blinking yellow on backup power." she said, nodding to the box to the right of their vehicle.
They pulled up to the darkened Beautylicious, parking the van on the street. They could see the closed sign in the window, but, there was life inside as they could see flickering lights back in the shop through the windows. "Well, it looks like she's still here. I think that's candlelight." Liz said.
The pair walked up to the door. Before they could knock, it swung open, revealing Carly standing inside. "I was afraid the power outage would slow you down or scare you off!" she smiled and chirped. A very pretty young woman with short blonde hair, she was looking quite fetching in a short little grey skirt, a pink sleeveless top, and pink high heels.
"I'm not passing up on free furniture!" Liz smiled as she gave Carly a quick hug.
"I see you managed to talk Steven into being the muscle?" Carly gave Steven a wink.
"She has input into making my schedule, so I figured I'd better stay on her good side." Steven chuckled as he and the smiling ladies headed into the darkened salon.
"So how long has the power been off? It looks like half the bloody town is in the dark?" Liz asked.
"Twenty minutes or so. I'd just started taking down picture frames and packing up bric-a-brac in order to get ready for painting and everything switched off." Carly's pink heels clicked on the floor as she led the pair into the main studio of Beautylicious. "And of course, I had neglected to check the damned flashlight's batteries in a while so the stupid thing is useless."
As they walked into the larger room, a flickering, mildly eerie glow cast their shadows on the walls around them. "Thank goodness I just recently got that thing as a gift! And to think, I'd nearly chucked it in the bin!"
A large, strange, green candle stood on a tea-cup saucer in the middle of the room on a stylist's counter, producing the dancing illumination that surrounded the trio. "Who on Earth gave you that thing?" Liz laughed.
"Oh, some weird, gothy little thing. Had to be in her late teens. She came in a few days ago wanting her nails painted in an alternating red and black pattern. She came up short on the tab and fetched this thing out of her purse in order to make up the difference in change." Carly giggled. "Lucky for her I can remember what it was like to be young and broke."
"It smells atrocious." Steven turned his nose up.
"Yeah. But beggars can't be choosers." Carly pointed out.
"So where's the couch and chairs? It's been a long day." Liz tried to move things along.
"Oh! Right over here!" Carly walked them over to where she'd shifted the furniture in question over before the other girls at the salon had gone home for the night.
Liz was looking them over as Steven tried to gauge how heavy they were. But, as the trio inspected the furniture, they didn't notice that the candle had begun to do something more than cast light. It reached a darker band of green wax, and as it did so, a strange acrid vapor or smoke began to be produced in addition to flickering flame.
The first one to notice the room filling up with a dense cloudy green fog was Steven. "No wonder it smells! The bloody thing is on fire or something!" He rushed toward the candle.
"Jesus!" Carly was in a full-blown panic. "Get it out of the store! I'm redecorating, I don't want to have to rebuild!!!"
While he started off in a sprint, as Steven approached the the smoking candle, he slowed to a trot, then a jog, before into a stumbling walk. His eyelids felt incredibly heavy.
Carly teetered on her pink heels as she held a manicured hand to her head. "I-I don't feel so...".
Liz was trying to steady Carly and steer her toward the salon's entrance, but she seemed to be on the verge of collapsing as well. "I think it's smoke inhal...." she and Carly fell to the floor before she could finish. Steven dropped to the floor directly in front of the smoking candle. All three were completely passed out.
A couple of hours later, the three began to stir in the now much more dark Beautylicious. "Uhhhh...my head is killing me..." Carly moaned as she pushed herself up off the floor onto her hands and knees.
Liz rolled onto her back and rubbed her own forehead. "You're not kidding, luv. At least the candle seems to have burned out without torching the place."
Steven groaned as he began to stir as well. "And here I was worried Liz's driving was going to be the death of me. I should have been more concerned about Carly's stinky candle."
Relieved that they were all okay, if a bit out of it, the two girls laughed at Steven's response. "It seems the power is still out. I can't see my bloody hand in front of my face." Liz bitched.
"You know, we work at a hardware store Carly. Batteries for your backup flashlight should've been a no-brainer." Steven started to attempt to climb to his feet.
"You're begging for a smack boy." Carly chuckled as she stood up.
"Ummm...something isn't right. Do you two feel uhh...weird too?" Steven asked with an obviously confused tone.
"My head's throbbing, if that's what you mean." Carly's wits and strength were finally starting to come back to her.
"No. Steven's right. There's something wrong. I feel...different." Liz began to climb to her feet as well.
Steven nearly tripped. "Something's on my feet!"
"He's right. I think I'm wearing a bloody pair of high heels!" Liz and Steven fumbled in the dark, unable to see themselves, they felt around below them trying to feel what had changed.
"Now that you mention it, I think my heels are higher!" Carly tried to see what was up in the darkened room, but all she could see was shadowy movement and outlines. She gasped. "Steven! We're the same height!"
Steven and Liz tried to look at each other and Carly in the darkness, only getting a vague sense of their silhouettes. "She's right! Steven you should tower over us!"
While normally Steven had a good 8 inches on Liz, he should have had 10 inches on petite Carly were she not in heels! He'd be looking them in they eye, if he could bloody well see!
In the next instant, the power kicked back on in the town, causing all of Beautylicious's to pop back on, fully illuminating the trio. All three let out awed, amazed gasps as they could see that from the chin down, they now possessed identical female bodies!!! From the tips of their toes to the top of their necks, they were practically triplets, with only their horrified faces and heads remaining as they originally had been.
On top of that, they were all clad in identical outfits...
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