Cher Lloyd TG

It was another boring day. Black clouds overhead, stuck inside my house with nothing to do.

I turned on the radio to try and make things a bit less bleak. It was a good ten minutes before the event. The moment that would change my entire life forever.

The songs on the radio were half decent.

"Good playlist so far," I thought to myself. Then that godforsaken Swagger Jagger came on.

"I had to go and jinx it didn't I. Bloody hell I hate this pathetic excuse for music. How is she even being played on this station, any station in fact. Just because she was on that bloody X-Factor. She didn't even win the damn thing."

But, for some reason unbeknownst to me, I couldn't help but dance to it.

"What the hell am I doing?" I thought as I watched my arms and legs move, unable to control them anymore.

But, as the chorus hit, I suddenly felt an agonising pain in every limb on my body, yet somehow, I continued to dance, getting better with every second. Words also began to flood into my head.

I had to shut my eyes as luscious dark brown hair began to fire painfully out of my skull. It was so soft and smooth, I couldn't help but grab hold of it, caressing it as it continued to grow until it reached about half way down my back. It then styled itself somehow, forming into a beautiful shape. Then, all of my body hair ripped itself out of my follicles, leaving me with soft, smooth skin.

As my face reshaped itself, becoming much rounder with my eyelashes growing and lips becoming more pout, all I could think was, "You... can't stop l..l..looking at me, you can't stop looking at me so get up off my face."

The changes moved down my body with my adam's apple disappearing, leaving me with a higher pitched, softer voice. My shoulders crashed towards my body and I lost all of the muscle from my arms. The area around my nipples tingled slightly as they became much more sensitive, triggering my skin to stretch out to form my new breasts. They continued to stretch out until I ended up with B-cup breasts.

My mind once again filled with words, I started to speak for the first time with my new voice, "Get on the floor... get on the floor."

My stomach hardened so that I was left with a sexy core before my hips grew outwards whilst my butt gained fat and followed. At this point All of my skin was being pressed against my clothing as it no longer fit on my body.

My penis shrank into my body leaving me with a slit and my new ovaries.

I blacked out.

As I lay on the floor, my clothes began to transform. My trousers shifted, merging together and shrinking as well as changing to some sort of yellow ochre colour short skirt. The sleeves of my T-shirt disintergrated and the neck moved down, leaving me with a dark blue tank top.

I woke up, standing in my new black high heels. Then it hit me.

"Oh God. I'm late for my interview on the radio, better get going."

Later that week, my new single reached number one. I was one happy girl.