The Transformation of Lucas: Becoming Nadine

1. There once was a boy named Lucas.
2. Lucas had just turned 7 years old.
3. His birthday was on October 10.
4. He was born in the year 2016.
5. Lucas stood at an average height for his age, around 3 feet 9 inches.
6. He weighed approximately 50 pounds.
7. Lucas had light brown hair, which he kept in a neat, short-cropped style.
8. His eyes were a bright blue.
9. Lucas was a white boy.
10. His mother’s name was Sarah.
11. Sarah was 35 years old.
12. Her birthday was on February 3.
13. She was born in the year 1988.
14. Sarah stood 5 feet 4 inches tall.
15. She weighed about 140 pounds.
16. Sarah had long, straight blonde hair.
17. Her eyes were a warm hazel.
18. Lucas also had a grandmother named Mary.
19. Mary was 65 years old.
20. Her birthday was on July 20.
21. She was born in the year 1958.
22. Mary stood 5 feet 5 inches tall.
23. She weighed about 160 pounds.
24. Mary had short, curly gray hair.
25. Her eyes were a bright blue, like Lucas’s.
26. Lucas spent the afternoon at his friend Emma’s house.
27. Emma was also 7 years old.
28. Her birthday was on May 15.
29. She was born in the year 2016.
30. Emma was slightly shorter than Lucas, standing at 3 feet 8 inches.
31. She weighed around 48 pounds.
32. Emma had long, wavy brown hair.
33. Her eyes were a deep green.
34. Emma’s mother’s name was Judith.
35. Judith was known for being a narcissist.
36. Judith was 70 years old, 35 years older than Sarah.
37. Her birthday was on November 12.
38. She was born in the year 1953.
39. Judith stood at 5 feet 11 inches tall.
40. She weighed around 380 pounds.
41. Judith had long, curly auburn hair.
42. Her eyes were a piercing blue.
43. Judith was originally from Chicago, Illinois.
44. That afternoon, she wore a bright pink tank top with intricate lace detailing along the edges.
45. The tank top clung to her, accentuating her large frame.
46. She paired the tank top with blue denim shorts.
47. The shorts had fading and fraying at the hems, ending mid-thigh.
48. On her feet, Judith wore neon green flip-flops.
49. The flip-flops had thick, comfortable straps.
50. Her toenails were painted a vibrant red.
51. Judith’s fingernails were also meticulously painted the same red.
52. Lucas and Emma had sneaked into Judith’s room.
53. They were playing with Judith's shoes.
54. Specifically, they were trying on her high heels, which she kept lined up neatly in her closet.
55. Judith didn’t like them touching her things.
56. She walked in to find them giggling and wobbling around in her heels.
57. “What in the world are you little shits doin’ in my shoes?” she yelled in a sassy, irritated tone.
58. Lucas froze, unable to speak.
59. “S-s-sorry,” he stammered.
60. “Get the hell out of here!” Judith bellowed, her face flushed with rage.
61. She stomped away, the room still vibrating from her harsh presence.
62. Lucas felt a pang of guilt and quickly kicked off his sneakers and socks.
63. He hesitantly followed Judith, feeling the need to apologize.
64. As he entered the bedroom, Lucas tripped over something.
65. He glanced down to see the very flip-flops Judith had been wearing.
66. Unintentionally, he had slipped off his shoes right onto them.
67. Panic set in as he tried to kick them off, but they wouldn’t budge.
68. Lucas’s feet started to crack and age.
69. They became older and more feminine.
70. His toenails painted themselves the same vibrant red.
71. The aging process continued rapidly.
72. His legs began to transform.
73. The younger, boyish limbs turned softer and more shapely.
74. Panties and shorts began to form around him.
75. The shorts were similar to the pair Judith had been wearing.
76. “Help, Mommy, I don’t wanna be a girl!” Lucas cried in desperation.
77. His voice was high-pitched and unsure.
78. “My friend’s mommy, she’s so old and mean!”
79. His torso and body then began to change.
80. His thin frame filled out.
81. He could feel his waist narrowing while his hips broadened.
82. A bra and tank top materialized on him.
83. Lucas’s chest expanded to fit the bra.
84. The transformation continued up to his arms and hands.
85. His fingers grew longer and more slender.
86. His nails lengthened and painted themselves the same vibrant red as his toes.
87. His head and hair started to change.
88. His face became softer and older.
89. His hair flowed down in thick, curly auburn strands.
90. He blinked, confusion setting in.
91. The last change was in his memories.
92. The boy Lucas had been was fading away.
93. All that remained were the memories of Judith.
94. She blinked again.
95. “Them kids messin’ with my shoes,” she muttered, her voice stern and filled with irritation.
96. "Damn little shits,” she continued to rant, her voice thick with her Chicago accent.
97. Judith never remembered who she used to be.
98. She glanced around, her frustration still bubbling.
99. “What was I doin’ again?” she asked bluntly.
100. She clip-clopped over to a nearby mirror.
101. “Nadine, you’re one fine lady,” she said, admiring herself.
102. She listed off compliments.
103. “Damn, that hair's fantastic.”
104. “And these curves, perfect.”
105. “Nadine, you’ve got the best style.”
106. “Stunning eyes, just stunning.”
107. “A 70-year-old never looked this good,” she hyped herself up.
108. She admired her outfit in the mirror.
109. Deciding she needed to run a few errands, she looked down at her flip-flop clad feet.
110. Smiling, she admired her vibrant red toenails.
111. Judith grabbed her purse, threw it over her shoulder, and clip-clopped out to her car.
112. She drove to the local store.
113. Once she arrived, she parked and got out, grabbing her purse.
114. As she walked into the store, she said, “Damn, I look good. I’m one hot Chicago woman.”
115. Judith picked up snacks and drinks for Emma.
116. She grabbed Doritos.
117. A pack of Oreos.
118. Some fruit snacks.
119. Bottled water.
120. Apple juice.
121. Gummy bears.
122. A box of goldfish crackers.
123. And some popcorn.
124. She also picked up a few items for herself.
125. Judith headed over to the liquor cabinet.
126. “Hey, I need some help here!” she called out in an angry, blunt accent.
127. “Gimme two bottles of Jack Daniel’s.”
128. The female cashier, weary yet smiling, asked, “Can I see your ID, ma’am?”
129. Judith grew confused and frustrated.
130. “What the fuck do you need my ID for? I’m clearly old enough!” she shouted.
131. The cashier tried to soothe the situation. “I just need a glimpse for the cameras, ma’am.”
132. Judith went into a rant.
133. “I’m 70 years old! Born on November 12, 1953!”
134. “From Chicago, Ilinois!”
135. “I raised my daughter all by myself!”
136. “I’ve been comin' to this store for years!”
137. “I don’t need no damn ID to buy liquor!”
138. “At my age, I’ve earned respect!”
139. The cashier apologized. “Don’t worry about it, miss. I’m sorry for offending you.”
140. Judith wasn’t having it.
141. “Let’s get this straight—I’m a lady, and you need to treat me as such!”
142. She demanded to talk to the manager.
143. “This is not how you treat a lady. I felt offended!”
144. Once home, she yelled for Emma to help bring in the groceries.
145. “Emma, get your ass down here and help with these groceries!”
146. “These snacks and drinks are only for after dinner, got it?”
147. “You must ask for permission to touch any of them.”
148. Her tone was blunt and stern.
149. “If I catch you sneaking any, you will be grounded or worse.”
150. “And by worse, I mean no TV for a month, understand?”
151. Judith poured herself a glass of Jack Daniel’s.
152. She took a deep sip, still in her tank top, shorts, and flip flops.
153. “Mmm, that’s good shit,” she said happily.
154. She thought back to earlier in the day.
155. Emma’s friend had gotten on her nerves.
156. “That damn boy. Can’t leave my shoes alone,” she grumbled.
157. She remembered going to her room to calm down.
158. Briefly, she recalled Lucas following her.
159. “Why the hell didn’t he just leave me alone?” she ranted.
160. Later that night, she was still in her room.
161. She wore her purse slung over her shoulder and her flip flops on her feet.
162. Complimenting herself again, she said, “Nadine, you handled things well today.”
163. “You look fantastic and managed the day perfectly.”
164. Judith decided she deserved another drink.
165. She was, after all, a lady who knew how to treat herself.
166. She sat on her bed, the purse next to her.
167. Her mind wandered, the events of the day still lingering.
168. Meanwhile, Emma was downstairs, helping herself to one of the drinks.
169. Emma knew better than to push her mother’s limits too far.
170. Judith's standards were to be respected.
171. As she sipped her drink, Judith glanced at her nails again.
172. “Perfect,” she muttered, admiring the red polish.
173. She tossed her hair, feeling utterly pleased with herself.
174. “No one can tell me what to do,” she said firmly.
175. She reflected on her strength and independence.
176. Not a single soul would challenge her.
177. She was Nadine, a proud Chicago woman.
178. And she was more than content with that.
179. “Damn right,” she concluded.
180. “I’m one hell of a lady.”

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