Freya's Closet

So, I wanted to get back into writing short <2000 word stories for fun

This one is based on the whole idea that wearing someone else's clothes transforms that body part. (like that one Sapphire Foxx story (but In my style)

Let me know if this is a goer.

Freya's Closet
Alone in her room. It’s just me and Freya and all the teenage hormones you can bottle.

It’s something I’ve wanted for so long that I can barely believe it’s happening. She asks me to come over and experiment out of the blue. I’ve gotta take that like she wants to kiss and stuff.

What else can it be?

“Jasper, don’t look so worried.”

Freya looks up at me from her bed, her big blue eyes wide and shimmering, auburn hair catching the daylight.

I straighten my face into a smile. “I-I’m not worried. What would give you that idea?”

She tilts her head. “You’re face does.”

“Ah, don’t be silly….” I wave away her suggestion and smile harder. “I’m happy to be here.” I then look around, my face betraying my nerves once again. “Haha….happy to ‘experiment….”

“Oh, yeah!” Freya stands and throws up her closet doors. “So, the other day I found out that my clothes are magical.”

Suddenly, I’m confused and I lean forward towards her with a questioning smile, “S-Say what now?”

“Yeah.” She tucks her hair behind one ear. “Let me show you.”

She reaches into her closet and pulls out a pair of pink ankle socks, each embroidered with tiny sushi designs. “Put these on.”

She shoves them into my hands, not really giving me a choice. They feel really soft in my hands, but I can’t help but gawk at her with a bemused look. This is not the type of experimentation I want to do. I wanna be second base at least!

“Jasper, you looked disappointed.”

“Should I be?” I ask, showing her the socks.

“No,” she shakes her head. “Just put them on. I wanna see if it works on other people or if it’s just me.”

“O….kay……”

Sitting on the edge of her bed, I slowly remove my sports socks. Thankfully, my feet don’t smell. After a second or two, I slide her pink socks onto my clown feet inch by inch. It’s a very tight fit, but I get them on.

Confused, but triumphant, I point down at my feet with a smile.

“Done.”

Freya watches closely.

“Erm…” I react as she gets to her knees.

“Shhhhh….” She gets closer to my feet.

At this point, she’s basically kneeling in front of me in the exact spot my friends joked that I needed to aim for. I mean, she’s deffo at my feet, but definitely not for that reason.

“F-Freya….?”

“Yeah?” she says, speaking to my feet.

“W-What are we doing?” I want to touch her shoulder and make her stand, but she then looks up at me with a smile. Tucking her hair away from her eyes, she looks at me with the widest and cutest smile I’ve ever seen.

“Take a look for yourself.” She then points down at my feet.

“O…..kay……”

Leaning forward, I look down with intrigue and, yup. I’m still wearing her pink sushi socks.

“Erm…..? My feet in your socks. What am I looking for exactly?”

“Are you serious, Jasper?” Freya ticks me off. “Are all boys as oblivious as you?”

Is she testing me with a trick question? “Y-yes….? N-No….? Maybe?”

“Notice something different about your feet?”

I look up at her, and my face stings with embarrassment. “N-No. Am I supposed to?”

Her shoulders sag, and she lets out a long sigh. Then, after a long eye roll, she clicks down at my feet to show me what I’m missing.

“Look how small they are.”

“Freya,” I frown. “My feet aren’t small.”

“Just look.”

Once again, I look down to see my feet neatly tucked into her pink socks. Wait—neatly!? That’s not right! I was busting out of them a minute ago!

“T-T…They shrank!?”

“Yup,” Freya nods, deep in thought. “That means it’s not just me. That means….” She shows me her closet. “My clothes must be magical, and once people wear my clothes, they transform into me!”

Still staring down at my girly-sized feet, I begin to panic. “Errr….. Freya…..?”

“Yeah?” She answers brightly, clearly happy to have confirmed her hypothesis

“Does your closet change me back as well?”

Silence.

 A long silence.

A painful silence.

“Errr…. good question,” she scrambles around on the floor gathering my sports socks. “I didn’t think about that. M-Maybe putting your socks back on will fix it?”

I stare at her in disbelief. “How could you not know! I don’t understand how you’d even know your clothes transform people when they are all your clothes!”

“Oh, yeah….” She nervously laughs and shows me an old, off-white granny bra buried at the back. “I accidentally put this bra on yesterday. It’s my Grans.” She looks away and blushes. “I don’t need to tell you what happened when I put it on.”

“Y-You had granny boobs?!”

She looks away. “Y-Yeah….”

“S-so…..” I point at her chest. “DO you still have granny boobs?!”

She doesn’t answer. She just shakes her head.

“So how do I get my feet back!?” I stand, but then, unable to keep my balance on my Barbie-sized feet, I fall back onto the bed. “Cos seriously, Freya, not being able to stand is really going to cramp my style!”

With a smirk, she glances my way, dropping one shoulder as she laughs. ‘What style?

A little offended, I pull five different faces before glaring directly at her. “H-Hey now. That’s not very nice.”

“Sorry,” she grins. “I’m only teasing.”

She then hands me my socks. “Try putting these back on.”

“Sure…” I snatch the socks in her hand

“Yesterday, when I put my own bra on, my titties went back to normal.” She looks at her own chest like she’s mortified.

PTSD from having her grandma’s saggy old lady chest, I suppose.

I slide her socks off and reveal my new dainty feet, complete with the soft nail varnish Freya wears. I throw her an unimpressed look as she stupidly grins.

“Nice color, huh?”

“Lovely….” I answer sarcastic as I easily slide my mammoth socks onto my tiny feet.

We both start leaning forward, waiting and watching for any changes. I get so invested that I lean forward enough to bang my head on a piece of nearby furniture.

However, it doesn’t appear that anything has changed. My feet, they stay small—just like Freya’s

“Oh great!” I complain, throwing a hissy fit. “Now I’ve got tiny feet!”

“B-But they are pretty feet,” Freya says awkwardly, like she’s hiding her guilt. “I do have an idea. I wonder if I keep your socks in my closet overnight, the magic might attach to them, and when you put them on tomorrow, you’ll change back to normal.”

I stare vacantly at her.

“Sorry, Jasper.” She pats me on the head. “Good boy for not getting too angry about this.”

I can’t stop staring at her, and maybe a growl slips out, but I know she can feel my anger; her cheeks only grow brighter and brighter.

“How am I going to get home?” I ask plainly. “Please tell me you have magical wings in that closet, too!”

“W-Walk? And now, I don’t.”

“I can’t walk, Freya,” I grumble, throwing my hands up in frustration. “I’m too tall for children's 's-sized feet…!”

Freya’s eyes dart left and right, and a smile tugs at her lips. She’s got an idea, I can tell. I’m not going to like this.

“Why don’t you wear some of my jeans…?”

“No….” I put my face in my hands. “That would mean I’d have your—”

I stop and think about it for a moment. I’d have her lower half and everything that comes with it, for such a beautiful young woman!

Ideas swim in my teenage brain, and I just stare into the distance, imagining the money I could make off my friends if I pretend I’ve got photos of her.

It’s genius!

“Okay.” I nod. “Give me jeans.”

Freya furrows her brow. “R-Really. That was a joke.”

“Serious.” I force a smile. “It makes logical sense. I’ve I’m not as tall, I should be able to walk with your stupidly small feet.”

“Y-yeah…..” She turns and reaches into her cupboard for a pair of loose-fitting jeans. The sort of girls wear when they are on their period—I assume….”

“Here.”

I take hold of the jeans, and yet again, these are so soft.

“Turn around.” I start unbuttoning my trousers. “I don’t want you looking. It might frighten you with its size.”

“Urgh,” Freya swiftly turns. “You wish.”

With my legs pointed out over the edge of the bed, I pull mine off, and then I yank the jeans up, fighting with them as they cling to my thighs. “Urgh, these are so tight!”

But then something shifts. The denim loosens all at once, sliding into place like it’s been made for me. My eyes widen.

“Crimble Crumble…. Would you look at that!”

My legs are slimmer and much shorter. They’re hers. Freya’s. An exact copy from hips to ankle, just like my feet.

Freya clasps her hands together, bouncing on her heels. “See. That should make it easier now that you’ve got short, girly legs like mine.

I spin around, trying to check myself out from behind. I expect my ass to be a ten out of ten cracker jack just like Freya's. Y’know, the sort of peachy backside you see on Instagram all the time—yet I’m complete flat. Like my legs and hips have changed, just not the junk in my trunk,

“I’m….” I pad at my front and my rear. “Phew. I’m still a dude, but I was expecting my ass to puff out like yours!”

Freya raises a brow. “Puff… out?”

“Yeah.” I nod seriously. “Guess your jeans only did the legs. The, uh… other stuff must need underwear.”

Her face flames red, and she swats at me with the nearest pillow. “Don’t even think about it!”

I think about it.

Slowly, a smile works its way across my lips, and I can see Freya reacting in real time.

“Can I—”

“NO!” she shrieks, hitting me again. “No way am I letting you have my bits, you dirty boy!”

“It’s for science, Freya,” I blurt out innocently. “For the experiment!”

Freya huffs, folds her arms, and stomps over to her closet once again. Slowly, she pulls out a pair of off white panties. She holds them out to me like they are radioactive.

“You wanna, then wear these and they’ll give you a downstairs that matches your legs and feet.”

I’m surprised and a little nervous, but mostly I think about the profit I’ll make with the naughty pictures.

“A-Are you sure?” I ask, to seem polite, but I have every intension of putting them on.

“Y-Yeah….” She nods, hiding a smile. “You put them on, Jasper. It’ll be fun for us both!”