Steven was having a pleasant enough day on the job. He'd been plugging away restocking and getting a lot of clean-up and organization done in the back-room. On top of that, his good mood seemed to be reflected in all of his Wilko's co-workers and even the blasted customers, a rarity in retail!
The tall, thin, bespectacled gent adjusted his Wilko's red polo, re-tucking it into his black trousers as he headed towards the stockroom. His supervisor and friend, Liz, rounded the corner just as he was about to reach to doors to the back-room. "Well you're certainly a busy bee today!" she winked.
Steven smiled, happy to see his chum and happy that someone noticed he was on fire today. "Firing on all 4 cylinders." He quickly glanced down at Liz's large, gravity-testing tits. Liz was his friend, but anyone who's attention wasn't at least tested by those hefty love pillows couldn't possibly be human.
Liz winked at him as she headed out into the store. "Well keep it up luv! Maybe I'll buy you a soda or something!"
Steven laughed, "Well, THAT would make it all worth it." he responded with gentle sarcasm as he headed on into the stockroom.
He spent the better part of a half an hour sorting, re-stacking, and re-organizing a pallet or three of stock. He broke a sweat, but the sense of accomplishment more than made up for that.
"So...are you entirely focused on that nonsense, or are you daydreaming about weird gender reversals, head-swaps, transformations, and all of that kinky shit even while your doing that?" a voice echoed around him, while chuckling.
Steven couldn't help but jump. For one thing, he'd thought he was alone, for another, he was shocked that someone was calling him out on his secret "enthusiasms." He spun around, nearly falling while knocking a couple of boxes over. "What in the Hell...?!?!"
A very short man, probably standing a little over 4 feet tall stood across the room from him. He was thin, bald, and sported a thick, curly white beard and mustache. The beard made him look older and vaguely wizened, but his lively pale blue eyes gave him a impish, more youthful aura. He was wearing an elegant, obviously well-tailored suit and bow-tie ensemble that was a mishmash of green, purple, and orange. "Hello Steven."
"How do you...h-how do you..." Steven stammered, looking around to see if anyone else was within earshot.
"How do I know you? How do I know about your perverted little predilections?" the man chuckled. "I've been observing your online activities for quite some time now."
Trying to remember if he'd done anything illegal, Steven managed to work through his surprise and worry and start to get a little angry. "Correct me if I'm wrong, but there are privacy policies and laws against that sort of snooping and this-this doxing or whatever you're doing!" He looked around, still worried that one of his co-workers might be hearing this exchange. "This area of the store is for employees only, so I'd advise you to get the Hell out of..."
The man laughed as he walked over and sat down on a large box, Indian-style. "Oh calm down my boy. You should thank me. I'm going to make your dreams come true."
Steven started walking towards the elfin, seated man. "Cut the shit. I'm going to ask you to leave one more time, if you don't I'll fetch management and..."
The small man sighed and snapped his fingers. In the next instant, Steven found himself frozen in place, unable to move, in mid-stride. He strained and furrowed his brow, trying to force his limbs to move, but found himself utterly helpless to do so. He tried to shout or protest angrily, but all he could do was whisper, "W-what is this? W-what have you done to me?"
"I've made sure you won't bring our conversation to a premature end." The wee man hopped up and walked over to Steven, his hands folded behind his back. "You'll thank me later." He began to slowly walk around Steven, who tried to keep an eye on him despite his frozen state and inability to turn his head.
"How familiar are you with comic-books Steven? With super-heroics, gorgeous gals and beefy boys in garish, skin-tight outfits and such?"
Steven growled as he continued to try force his stuck-in-it's tracks body to move.
"If you're gracious enough to answer my questions, I'll be gracious enough to release you from your current petrified state my boy." the small man winked at him.
Steven grimaced, before answering with a whisper through gritted teeth. "I read a few as a kid. But I'm no expert. I've seen the big blockbuster movies and such. I'm more of a gamer and history buff. Why, are you wanting to sell me your comics collection or something?
The small man laughed. "No. Nothing so mundane or mercantile. No I have something MUCH more interesting in mind. What if I told you that the folks and places those tales depict have some basis in fact? That in realities and dimensions slightly offset from your own, they actually genuinely exist?"
Steven looked toward the stock-room doors, actually hoping that someone would walk in at some point and interrupt his forced conversation. "I'd say you're a nutter."
The wee man chuckled. "You're feisty. I like it." he approached Steven from the front, looking up, and into his eyes. "They're real Steven. Superheroes and heroines, villains and villainesses, all of it. Just as I've been observing you and your, shall we say unusual interests, I've been observing them. They're fascinating. I've been observing, experimenting, cataloging, and outright playing with them for years. I've learned so much. But I want to learn more. Which brings me to you."
"I told you, I don't know that much about that capes and tights nonsense." Steven whispered back, his frustration at being frozen in place not losing any of it's intensity.
"That's why you're perfect! I want to see if, given these heroes powers, abilities, and talents, someone relatively normal, boring, and hum-drum from your world, a world without such things, could adapt to their exciting, adventurous lives! I'm going to send you into another World, put you into someone else's body, and you're going to see if you can carry on with their responsibilities and adventures! Doesn't that sound more exciting than stacking and re-stacking a bunch of boxes?"
"It sounds absolutely cracked, is what it sounds like." Steven growled back.
"I'd hope you'd be more enthusiastic. Maybe you'll change your mind when you see WHO I'm having you take over for? I've decided to take your "enthusiasm" in mind when I pick candidates for you to inhabit." The small man took a step closer and reached out, stroking Steven's manhood through his dark pants, tracing the outline of his cock. Steven felt sick. "Although this may be a case of "be careful what you wish for," I think you'll find you miss "little Steven" and his two friends."
"Get your hands off of me, you cunt! I don't know what hypnotism or bug-a-boo you're using to keep me like this, but I'll be damned if I..." he spat through gritted teeth.
"I hope you'll be more grateful afterwards." the man cut him off sharply. "Remember, when you arrive, you're free to explore, investigate, and get a feel for your new "surroundings," but I expect you to carry on with the new you's line of work."
The small bearded bloke snapped his fingers again, causing Steven to be able to move once more. He balled his fists and stared daggers at the fellow. "If you lay your hands on me again, you miserable little...".
The man smiled and snapped his fingers once more. In the next instant, a glowing circle of light sprang into being beneath Steven's feet. As he looked down, he could see his work boots disappearing into the eerily glowing portal. He started to yelp as he fell through and out of the version of reality he'd known all his life.
"Have fun, my dear..." the small man chuckled.
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