Dylan was one of your typical people who just loved to eat. With Dylan being a teen, his body craved constant snacking and food, and with a high metabolism to add, he was a monster. Even at lunch, he would gorge on a lot of food the school had to offer. Some of his friends would even buy him additional snacks and meals just to satisfy his hunger. He didn't want to take most of the food that they brought because he felt spoiled, but he didn't want the food to go to waste either.
If there was one thing Dylan loved, it was pastries and baked goods. He would die for a slice of cake, some doughnuts and even for 1 cookie! But, he especially liked cupcakes. Cupcakes to him was like honey to bears, he could not get enough of it. It was hard to explain as to why he liked them, he just liked them that much! A few people knew that he liked cupcakes and would often bring him a bundle of 2 or 3 to him after he ate his massive lunches that he would have daily.
One girl, Sarah, would often bring him solid colored cupcakes that was pure, absolute flavor of whatever color it was. Yellow banana cupcakes, brown chocolate cupcakes, and pink cotton candy or bubblegum flavored cupcakes, were his most favorite. She brought others, but they just didn't hit the tongue right. Dylan was curious as to where she got these magnificent cupcakes.
"I make them!" She explained, handing him a bundle of green mini cupcakes. "Those are lime, by the way."
"Wow! What do you use? I kind of want to make these for myself." Dylan eyeballed the green snack, imagining a tart, but sweet flavor.
"Sorry, but that's for me to know; it's kind of a family thing."
"I see..." There was a hint of deflation and disappointment in his voice, but he still got cupcakes everyday and that was good enough.
Over the course of that week, she brought him cupcakes on a regular schedule, each day harboring a different flavor. But, came Friday, she didn't have any cupcakes!
"Sorry, Dylan, I don't have any cupcakes for you today."
"I'm actually trying to combine these 2 flavors that I hear are just amazing together, but I can't seem to get the recipe right."
"Why not just mix 2 ingredients together to get what you're looking for?"
"I tried that, but it doesn't come out as good as you think it does. Oh well, I think I've figured out how to do it though. So, I could probably stop by your house and make it up to you by giving you double the amount?"
"Ok, awesome! Just give me your address and I'll stop by after school."
It turned out that she probably had messed something up because she didn't show up that following afternoon. He didn't mind it, his parents usually had a couple dozen of cupcakes in the pantry, anyways.
Saturday arose and lunch had arrived. Surprisingly, Dylan wasn't as hungry as he usually was. He had a couple of sandwiches and about 2 bags of chips. He went back to his room to watch TV when the doorbell sounded.
"I got it!" He announced, leaving his room to open the door. He looked through the side of the window next to the door and saw Sarah there with a picnic basket. He opened the door.
"Hi Dylan!" She greeted, "Sorry about not coming by yesterday, I had some errands to do and had run out of flour."
"Oh, that's fine. I'm patient." He told her.
"Oh, cool. Well, here's your cupcakes that I owe you from yesterday!" She handed him the picnic basket, it was warm and the aroma of freshly baked dough entered Dylan's nose. "You can bring the basket back to me on Monday."
"Sweet! Alright, thanks, Sarah!"
"I hope you like them!" She waved good-bye and headed off for home.
Dylan closed the door and headed for the kitchen. He placed the basket down on the counter and opened the basket, revealing rows of cupcakes, 2 layers high. His eyes grew big with a greedy look to them. He reached in for a cupcake when he saw a note on top of them. It read:
Try not to be too greedy! Really, try not to eat more than 2 at a time, the spices and stuff that I had put in these will make you sick of the flavor and I don't want that to happen. But, tell me what you think of these on Monday!
He folded the note and put it aside and grabbed one cupcake. It was oddly colored: it had a pinkish hue with red swirls in it that curled around in the dough. The icing was some sort of shade of red that he couldn't place his finger on and sprinkles that smelled like cinnamon. It looked appealing to the eyes, but how did it taste? He took a small bite of the pastry and was hit with a massive burst of flavor. It was something that he'd never tasted before, but it was good. So good, in fact, that he gulped it down within seconds. He went in for another one, but remembered what Sarah had said, so, he had to savor this one. He slowly ate this cupcake that he took from the basket, enjoying each bite to its last crumb.
He sighed with satisfaction, smacking his lips to enjoy the flavor further and more into depth. He took the rest of the cupcakes and placed them on a plate, covering them with wax paper. He took the basket to his room and put it next to his backpack as a reminder to take the basket back to Sarah. As he set the basket down, there was some sort of feeling inside him that made him feel a little queasy, almost like his body was telling him 'no more sweets'. He felt like he was going to throw up, but it was probably just gas, if anything. He stood up, but suddenly doubled over in pain, feeling a hard pinching and grasping on his sides. He folded his arms over the pained spot. He lifted his shirt to see what had just hurt him. He looked at his stomach and saw that it was more flatter and shapelier. What was in those cupcakes?
Dylan pulled his shirt down and stood up to close the door in case his parents were to walk by his room to see these changes. His stomach growled fiercely, almost cramping his stomach itself. He stumbled and fell onto the side of his bed, feeling weaker. He tried standing up, but there was virtually no sort of strength left in him to do anything. Accepting his loss, he let go of his sheets and slid onto the floor.
His pants were awfully baggy and loose. He lifted up a pant sleeve and saw that his legs were really small. Not small as in tiny, but small as in slim and skinny; no wonder he couldn't do anything! He pulled the sleeve down, but it rolled back up to his knee, where it originally was in the first place. He tried forcing it down again, but it rolled back up and the other sleeve followed. With his pant sleeves on his knees, the denim started to merge together where his pant sleeves were. They slowly took shape of a skirt and the denim material started to loosen up, becoming thinner and softer into some sort of silk. It freaked Dylan out that his pants just turned into a skirt right before his eyes.
Still in shock of his skirt, his shoes were next to change. His socks and the arch of his shoes melted away into a pair of shoes that he knew were meant for girls. He tried shaking it out of his head that he was turning into a girl. After all, what he could have been witnessing may have been hallucinations from 'bad' cupcakes. His shirt pulled tighter onto him and stuck to the new curvature of his figure. Dylan's attention was pulled from his sudden clothes change to the tickling feeling along the back of his neck. He quickly brought a hand up, swatting away an imaginary bug, but found that he was only swatting his hair. Apparently, his hair had grown down to length while he was distracted with everything else.
Behind the already tight cloth of his shirt, his chest was beginning to expand. It didn't hurt, it didn't feel like... anything. The only thing that he really felt was just the skin of his chest rubbing against the shirt. It was quite awkward for Dylan to witness his chest blow up like a pair of balloons. It was about 15 seconds before his chest stopped growing before he moved and was able to stand up. When he did, however, he could definitely feel something was missing, which told him that he was officially female.
Diane walked to the bathroom to see an entirely different person before her; she was no longer male. she didn't understand what happened that made her like this. Then, she realized, it may have been the cupcake.
"Noo..." She scoffed, throwing a hand to herself in the mirror. But, it was a possibility. She walked to her door and slowly opened it, peeking down the hall to see if any of her parents were home. She slyly walked around the house like an agent, poking around at each corner. But, fortunately, her parents weren't home!
Diane took her time getting to the kitchen where the plate of cupcakes sat on the counter. The paper she had read was moved and also a different color than before. She took up the paper and the writing was also different:
Well, maybe I shouldn't be calling you Dylan anymore on the account of these cupcakes. These cupcakes are an experiment that I wanted to try out and see if it worked. I had tried these out on another friend and he turned into a girl, so, they worked! Why I tried it on you was because, well, I figure that since you're a girl now, you can start watching what you're eating! I was actually worried about your health and the foods you ate and watching what you eat is everything to girls!
Anyways, I'll see you at school!
P.S.: You may want to think up a new name for yourself since you're female now.
There was no words to describe Diane's feelings. She wasn't upset, she wasn't sad, she wasn't anything, really. She didn't know what to feel. She was a girl now and she may as well have accepted the fact. She put the paper down and looked at the platter of cupcakes. A smirk grew on her face when she thought of many possibilities she could have with these cupcakes. So much payback and pranking; maybe these cupcakes could be put to good use after all! She grabbed the platter and placed them in her fridge. She grabbed a soda and opened it, but put it back in the fridge. Since she was a girl now, she may have to start watching what she eats...