The Quiet Car

“All aboard train 42 bound for Washington!” yelled the conductor. I ran down the station platform. I can’t miss this! It’s the last train of the day, and I’d have to walk otherwise!
I jumped onto the doorway just as the train begun to move. The conductor looked at me with a bit of a frown, but it was nothing a $10 bill couldn’t fix. “Right this way, sir,” she motioned me as she pocketed the money. “Would you prefer a general seat or to sit in our new quiet section of the train?”
A quiet section? That sounds awesome! I had so much work to get done on the train, so an area without babies or children would be lovely. “Quiet please,” I said.
“OK, please remember no cell phones or loud discussions,” she said leading me to the car on the far end of the car. Inside were all girls, but it was nothing I hadn’t seen before – girls tended to like quieter areas. But, wait… No cell phones… that meant…
I was assigned my seat and a ticket was placed on top of my baggage. “Have a nice day,” said the conductor as she left to the main cabin. I guess she didn’t have to worry about our section any more – every last seat was filled.
Well, I guess it’s too late now. If anyone minded, they could always complain and I could have my seat moved. I whipped out my cell phone and called my broker.
“No, no, no!” I screamed after a few minutes of calls. “I told you to SELL if it dropped below 50, not to buy! I do not expect this margin to be on my bill, you hear?” So many morons in this world, can’t they do what I ask them to do?
“Sir,” said the girl sitting next to me, “if you don’t mind, this IS the quiet car. I was hoping to get some sleep.”
I looked over at her. “Sorry,” I said, and then returned to my cell phone. “Look, with that IBM stock, I want you to buy all that you just sold. Wait, what?” I looked down at my body. “Sorry, it’s just my imagination. I was feeling pins and needles all over, but I guess it was just a phase. What, yes, this is my natural voice you moron! What the hell do you mean I sound like a girl?”
“Sir!” said the girl across the aisle a bit more firmly. “Again, stop talking! This is the quiet car!”
“You know this is my business, sis!” I snapped back. I stood up to try to seem daunting, but it was weird. I didn’t tower over her like before. I whisked an orange braid out of my hair to try and seem more opposing, but the girl just frowned at me.
I saw down and returned to my cell phone. “Look,” I said, “I’m getting a lot of evil glares so I’ll have to call you back. What do you mean I’m fired if I call you back! I’m the boss here!” Another evil glare at me. “Look, OK, we’ll text. My skin right now is just so itchy, I can’t really hold up a phone.” I clicked end on my phone and set it down on my legs. That’s funny, my legs feel so smooth as compared to before. I guess it’s that new soap I started to use.
A loud ring echoed throughout the car. I looked down at my phone and saw my first text from my broker.
“Sir, that will wake me up every time!” yelled the girl next to me.
“Oh, go shove it!” I yelled back. I started to type out my reply when one of my braids fell in my way. God damn it, I need a haircut badly. And a shave for that matter… But when my hands glid across my face, there was not a speck of hair to be found. But how the hell is that possible? I haven’t shaved in a week!
I looked behind me at the window and nearly fell out of my seat. A beautiful face stared back at me with two orange braids, red eyes, long lashes, and the cutest dimples I had ever seen.
“What the hell is going on?” I asked in a whisper. But, that’s weird. I didn’t mean to whisper. I tried to shout, but all that came out was an agitated whisper.
My phone rang again. As soon as it did, I saw my hands thing, and its nails grow longer. Years of roughness wore away at my palms. My feet, although covered in shoes, were all too obviously going through the same thing. I no longer felt pain on them from that old blister, but I could feel the train floor so much clearer through the floor.
“Look,” I texted, “I’ll call you back. I can’t talk now. I can’t explain why really, but bad things are happening. Don’t reply.”
To my horror, another ring came a few seconds later. “Why not?” it asked. At that moment, it felt like I had been punched in the stomach. However, the sheer loss of volume in my stomach did not return, instead travelling down to my thighs and buttocks. I winced as I heard a crunch of my hips expanding.
“Because, I can’t say it! You’ll laugh at me! Just don’t reply back!” I typed back.
Ring, drone my phone again. The girl next to me was no longer angry, but just laughing. I wanted to reply, but I just couldn’t find the words.
My clothes melted together. My suit’s overcoat shrugged up my body surrounding my neck. In the meantime, my shirt became thicker and looser, forming some soft blue cups around the trims. The overcoat settled around my neck in a nice kerchief, changing colors to a light blue. My pant legs merged together, and the hem line started to curl up and up, until all that was left was a blue miniskirt. I was scared about my boxers showing through, but a tight squeeze on my hips told me that I was no longer in boxers, I was in panties.
As this was occurring, my socks lengthened, flowing up my legs until they went over my knees. Oh God, I thought, I guess to anyone now I looked completely like a woman until I took my clothes off.
“Stop texting me!” I wrote back on the phone angrily. “You’re turning me into a girl?”
The phone ringed. “Boss, are you all right? Maybe we should call a psychiatrist or something…” it read. But I didn’t get to read it. Instead, I was dealing with my chest starting to hurt. My chest began to puff out, but it didn’t go too far – maybe two inches? But a constricting feeling around it told me that I was now wearing a bra as well.
I looked at the map. We were almost at the destination. Maybe if we could get off, this could all be reversed and…
The phone rang again. “Are you there?” it asked.
Pleasure flooded my groin area. My penis erected itself almost instantaneously, and slowly retreated into my body. I had been pretty heftily built, but it was like it was for nothing. It soon became flat skin, and then a wet hole formed in front of my body. A slight pop was sign enough to know that the testes had entered the hole and became women’s parts.
I looked at the phone again. I had no choice. I held down the off button to turn it off. I can explain this later! But then the phone made a little jingle! Oh, of course it does! It does that every time it turns off!
I looked again at my phone. A cute heart was on the back, but the phone itself was off. “I wonder how Tommy is doing?” I wondered in my mind. I held down the “on” button and watched the puppies run by. “Ooh, almost forgot to turn the sound off!” I remembered with a shock. I flipped the sound button to vibrate and began to text with Tommy, my boyfriend.
“Washington, folks! All Washington stops, exit here!” shouted the announcement. That was my stop! I looked out the window and the beautiful sights passing by and smiled.
I stood up and grabbed my belongings I looked at the girl across from me who was smiling at me. I moved my hands in sign language to say “Sorry for any disturbances I made.”
“None taken!” she whispered back to me. “Don’t wake up the girl next to you on the way out!”
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Alice sighed. “I can see the point in muting her, but did you really have to change her into a girl?”
Maria laughed. “Well, that’s how my power works. I can do anything I want with any guy, but they have to change into a girl as a pre-requisite. But at least your nap wasn’t interrupted for too long.”
Alice smiled. “Well, she was a pretty cute girl. Did you get her number? Maybe we can hook up some time.”
Maria flipped open her phone to show her the new contact added – Francesca.