(Story includes Female to Male transformation and identity death)
The tiny store bell rang, a short brown haired woman with circle-rimmed glasses, entered the adequately sized thrift store. It had wooden floors, tan walls, and rows of wooden shelves, which was filled with second-hand items of variable condition. The store was just a regular small town shop, the woman would know that, she shops there bimonthly. She would look at the variety of items provided, but rarely she would purchase anything. She just loved the experience of exploring through thrift stores.
"Hello Victoria," Janet, the middle aged cashier enthusiastically said to the entering customer. This greeting was usual with every visit.
"Hi," Victoria quietly replied, as she slowly waved her hand. She then continued to walk towards the shelves of miscellaneous items.
The various items on the shelves peeked Victoria's curiosity. From the little statutes, misplaced children's books, as seen on tv products, and many other unique items. Out of all of them, only one thing got her very interested. It was an open black bag, inside them were cd cases. The cases had unofficial paper covers, with their names written in permanent marker being the only thing distinguishing them.
This caught Victoria's interest because she was a music fan, which was obvious by her Queen shirt. Her fascination quickly became confusion, as she noticed what was written on the CDs. Instead of album names, there were only band names and songs. She figured that it could just be the best hit albums and singles, but something about them was still suspicious.
Victoria looked through these odd cd cases, until she discovered one with her favourite songs, Bohemian Rhapsody. She opened the cd case to inspect it, and the contents were also odd. The CD had Bohemian Rhapsody written on it, which oddly had different handwriting on it. The CD itself looked normal, but it had the word DISC on it, which was only words not put on there by means of permanent marker.
Victoria inspected it further, by taking it out of the case. Immediately after touching it something felt off, the cd felt…. rubbery. She was confused, whatever this disc was, it wasn't a normal CD, or even a CD at all! Trying to understand the disc's properties, she hit it on the shelf. The disc bounced back from the hit. Then she tested its hardness on herself instead, she tried to lightly tap it on her forehead. Instead of recoiling, it seemed to disappear into her head. After she fully realized what had just happened, she panicked.
Victoria desperately scratched her forehead, but despite her attempts, the disc won't come out. She also felt… strange, like there was this strange internal energy within her. This made her more concerned, she attempted to get the disc out again, but to no avail. Her attempts went to a stop, when she saw something fly by. She caught a glimpse of a familiar man in a green suit and a fairy flying away. She remembered who they were, they were Peter Pan and tinkerbell. She just stared at them, with her jaw wide open. She swore she just saw them on a book cover earlier, but now they are flying in the thrift store.
"This can't be real… this must be a dream," Victoria said to herself, trembling. She then pinched herself hoping it was a dream, but it felt painfully real. She then took a look at the book, Peter Pan was missing... like he had escaped. "How… how is this even happening?" She said in disbelief. Her realization of her situation was interrupted by voice.
"Ey, did that little Pinocchio go?" A voice said. Victoria turned around to see that an old man had said it. The elderly man had a balding head, square brimmed glasses, and a large brown coat. Victoria approached the man, desperate for answers.
"He…Hello sir, what are you doing?" She asked him. The old man looked to her with his pale blue eyes.
"I don't quite know madam, I was walking around, then this little Wooden man walked past me. I think he's Pinocchio, because of that long nose of his. Well I chased him and I don't know where he is," the old man explained. Then the old man covered up his wrinkled face with his thin hand, which caught Victoria's attention.
Victoria then asked, "Hey uh… why are you covering your face, mister?" The old man stayed silent, except for a muttering of a few uhhs.
The old man then said, "umm… my nose was cold." Then his hand moved forward like it was being hit by something. This made Victoria more suspicious.
Victoria then asked, "I'm sorry… but what just happened with your hand."
"It's because… it's… it's… uhh… an odd reflex of mine…" The elderly man said. His hand moved further forward again, his fingers now barely able to touch his face.
"Uh…. is there something you need to tell me, mister?..." Victoria asked.
"There is absolutely nothing wrong with me," the man's hand finally knocked off of his face, to reveal a long wooden nose. Victoria jumped in shock, instead of staying around to see what's going to happen, she sprinted away from the transforming man.
Victoria ran through different aisles, not knowing what to do, then she was interrupted by a feeling of pain in her feet. She stopped in her tracks. She then looked around her surroundings, before inspecting her source of pain. She noticed that her shoes felt too tight, she became confused because they felt fine when she put them on in the morning. Her blue tennis shoes then stretched longer, turning a tan color, its strings and detail disappear. Victoria's eyes become wide open, "Oh god," she said under her breath.
With the realization that her transformation has started, Victoria trembled and tears started weld up. She felt pain spread to her legs, which felt like it was within her bones. Cracking noises were made as her legs lengthened, making her blue jeans ride up her legs. Shortly after, she felt a burning sensation, as her legs gained a small amount of muscle. Her pants then turned the same tan color as her shoes, as it stretched down and connected to them. Her legs wobbled, she was far from being used to them. She wanted to move them, she wanted to find a solution, but not only she was not used to the changes that had happened, she started to feel her changes continue.
Victoria felt her hips press inwards, before a cracking noise was heard. She fell to the floor. The constant changes to her body was too much for her balance at a time. She picked herself up, trying to balance. Holding onto the bookshelf and Victoria hoped she could keep herself up. She tried to prepare herself for whatever's next, as she felt nauseous. This internalized aching feeling continued until she changed to a different sex. She started to show tears.
Victoria made awkward steps forward, trying to get used to what had been altered. She was so focused on finding a solution, that she ignored the fictional characters walking around her. She stopped again, as she felt a pain in her back. It was a tense feeling, before a series of snapping sounds could be heard, as she inched taller from her spine extending. Luckily, she held onto the nearby shelf, and didn't fall down again. Then felt a burning sensation on her abdomen, as she felt somewhat defined abs push out.
Victoria continued to walk through the pain, her hand on the shelf, just in case she needed to hold onto it again. Her chest felt warm as it flattened, her pectoral muscles slightly grew in their place. Then her shoulders ached as cracking sounds could be heard, with them they broadened. Her t-shirt started to change too, as the shirt grew to fit her changed body. The shirt's black color became overtaken by a forest green. The Queen logo on the shirt dissolved, getting replaced by a design of dots connected by lines. Victoria would have been concerned about her shirt getting ruined, if it weren't for the fact that there were  bigger issues at hand.
Victoria let go of the bookshelf, due to the pain spreading her arms. Her arms steadily lengthened to fit the rest of her body. This was accompanied by a small growth of muscle on them. She readjusted her altered arms to look at her hands. Her hands twitched, as she started to feel the pain within them started to build up. Then a series of snapping noises could be heard as the palms broaden, and fingers lengthen. While she studied her changed arms, her shirt started to do something without her notice. The sleeves of her shirt lengthed, and its ends started to change a more yellowish tone. The different colored sections became defined from the rest of the shirt, before the sound of ripping fabric could be heard, as it separated from the shirt and became wristbands.
Victoria noticed a strange feeling, a slight prickling sensation on the back of her left shoulder. An area of discoloration started to form, defining itself into a star shaped mark. She rubbed the area, not knowing what happened in that area. The changes continued to spread. Her neck started to thicken, as a bump emerged from it, an Adams apple. She made a worried sigh, her voice noticeable deeper. She knew her transformation is almost completely finished, which she found dreadful, but also oddly relieving the pain is almost over.
Victoria looked through the shelves, but there was nothing but miscellaneous trash. While she was searching, her face had this feeling of offness, before cracking sounds could be heard. Her jawline started to lose it roundness, as it shaped to become more angular. She held her jaw in discomfort, as her teeth shifted to become more pronounced. Soon after, she felt her nose flattened into her face, until it barely rose from it.
Victoria continued to look, but her eyes started to sting and her vision started to blur. Her irises shrunk and darkened, making her eyes look like two white voids with tiny black dots in them. Then a popping noise could be heard, as her eyes became further apart. Everything was a blur of colors to her. She then took off her glasses, and everything looked clear without the use of the eyewear. Meanwhile, an odd tingling was felt as an orange colored U shaped mark formed below her left eye.
Victoria trembled as she steadily walked towards the aisle from where she ran from. As she returned to the mysterious black bag, the changes continued. She felt a warm tugging feeling at the top of her ears, as they lengthened to a point. Then her scalp tingled as her hair shortened, while some of it fell out. Whatever remained of her hair started to turn a light green tone, and braided on its own, wrapping around her head. Physically, she was completely transformed, but mentally she was still there.
She looked at the shelf, and instead of looking at the black bag, focused her attention on a purple beanie. Something about the hat lured her changed eyes. She grabbed the beanie and put it on her head, covering up her strange ears and hair. It felt wrong to not wear the beanie. Then she looked back to the bag and looked at its contents. "Limp Bizkit... Foo Fighters... Sky High… no this can't be right!" she said to herself, "not a single one of them looked like a cure!" She paused for a brief moment, then she thought, What was I looking for again?
Victoria then realised something was wrong, and said in panicking tone, "Oh f*ck! How could I forget about... needing to…uhhh..." Memories became vague, as things were becoming harder to remember. This body actually started to feel more natural to her, instead whatever it was before. As… she?... they?... he started to get hit by a rush of new memories, which started to overtake the older ones. Gone are the numerous memories of the days of shopping stores, being replaced by memories of something not so pleasant. Those times where he felt that the world was against him, and he wanted to see it crumble. He barely remembered who he was, his old name... Victoria, didn't fit him, while the name Ungalo… he felt fitted him better.
Ungalo just stood in aisle, confused on where he was and what he was doing. He looked around to notice that Bohemian Rhapsody was in use, he stopped it. The characters disintegrated, as the blank spaces on the books, dvd covers, etc. was filled with their image again. While people just stood around, confused on what just happened. As much as he wanted to see the world that hated so much collapse, Ungalo was nowhere near safe from his ability. He just stood there, trying to remember what he was doing with his life.
Then had a memory, a memory of a priest. If Ungalo recalled correctly the priest, who was named Pucci, gave him an order to complete, to take down those who would harm him. Ungalo would've started to use his ability again, but he didn't know the whereabouts of Pucci, and it would be disastrous if he were to fail at his one job. He looked back at the bag filled with CD cases. With further inspection, he found that one of the CD cases had 'JAIL HOUSE LOCK?' on it, instead of Jail House Rock. Didn't Pucci say something about Jail House Lock as a stand? Ungalo thought, Is this his stand disc stuff? Why would he just let it lay around here? He picked up the bag, maybe Pucci just left his bag there by accident?
Ungalo sprinted to the doors, shamelessly stealing the black bag, and unknowingly the hat too. Meanwhile, the cashier was unable to catch Ungalo in the act of theft, due to trying to process what had happened to her and the store. The odd and sudden event that Ungalo had created, hit the world harshly, but as quickly as it came, it had vanished like nothing.
Ungalo ran out the store and through the streets, searching for Pucci, possibly going to cause trouble in his path.