Country Punishment - Reality Ring

They say college is a melting pot. Different cultures, ideologies, interests created a very particular social structure, that often resulted in cliques forming. There were the geeks and nerds, hipsters and potheads, punks and goths, artists and thespians, and of course the jocks and cheerleaders. But you didn’t fit with any of them, in fact you practically hated them all. Because they all had one thing in common. They conformed. Yes, even the punks, who labeled themselves as disruptors of societal norms, as they still conformed to the social structuring that college imposed. They remained within bounds and did not overstep. And you despised them for it. This was all bullshit and you couldn’t wait to be done with school, and move on to real life, outside in the real world. But for now, you endured, begrudgingly.

Occasionally someone would try to recruit you. They would see it as an act of kindness, of offering, to save you from your loneliness. But what they did not understand is that you like the solitude. Unlike these poor souls, you enjoyed your own company and did not need anyone else to fill in the void. And so, you refused every time. Harshly. Maybe that way they would understand that you did not need their help and sympathy, you would be quite fine without them. Most of them were quire offended, but honestly, you didn’t care. You weren’t here for their little comfort. You were here to study, pass your exams, and move on to the real world, as fast as possible and with as little interactions as possible. And you had been successful, so far. Until that day.

You had had a particularly rough day, almost failing a test, and some jocks had mocked you in the corridor because they had had better grades than you did. Despite having successfully ignored them to your locker, you were still flustered by the encounter, and in a really bad mood. And so, when the girl who had the locker next to yours, a country girl named Kendra, came by, blasting Taylor Swift’s latest song on her portable speaker, and singing along in an off-sync voice, the dam broke.

“Shut that thing off! Who the hell listens to music on fucking portable speakers instead of headphones like a sociopath!? Nobody wants to listen to that country pop shit, and even less to your terrible attempt at singing it!”

The girl was livid. She looked like she was just about to cry. She had immediately stopped singing, and she turned off her speaker without saying a word, grabbed whatever book she had come by to get and hurried off, ashamed at the stares of onlookers who had frozen at your sudden outburst, and formed a small crowd around your locker.

“What?” You shouted at them defiantly, urging anyone who had a problem with your reaction to come forward. You didn’t care about their opinion, and they knew it, so they didn’t even bother to confront you. Except one person, who made her way through the crowd towards you. Jennifer, the head cheerleader. Shit, pretty much the only person you didn’t want to deal with. Self proclaimed boss of the school, she was a self-righteous bitch who had chewed your ass out more than once for different situations such as this one. Pretty much the only person who still bothered with you, who still tried to make you fit in. You knew that it bothered her that you didn’t conform to her vision of a perfect school. But tough luck, you would never conform and there was nothing she could do to change that. At least you thought.

“I want to speak with you, in private.” She motioned towards the student council room, which was just next door. You sighed, knowing that refusing her demand would just make things worst, with her escalating the incident to the Dean, something you didn’t need in this already lousy day. So, you complied, and followed her into the room.

“Thank you. Now, I think this has gone on for far too long. I understand that you don’t want to ‘fit in’ with the rest of us, and that would be fine, but what you did to Kendra was unacceptable, and this isn’t the first time, so unfortunately, I have to step in and take care of this. I am sad that I must resort to this, but I don’t see any other options. Now I will need you to stand Still.”

“Stand still for what?” You say, as you try to take a step, but find that you can’t. “What the hell?”

She raises he hand, showing an ornate ring with a glowing gem at its center. “This ring is magic. It lets me rewrite someone’s reality with words. As I say a single word while using its power, that word will become a part of your reality, altering the past, present and future to make it as if that word had always been a part of you, a part of your reality. And I am going to use it on you, to fit you into a social group nicely. I think Kendra deserves a compensation for what you did to her. But she doesn’t hang out with guys really, so I guess you will just have to be a Girl.

A wave of energy hit you like a truck, your whole body instantly being rewritten as if you had been born a girl instead of a boy. You shrunk slightly, large masculine frame diminishing into a smaller, more feminine one. Hair lengthened just past your shoulders, your hands and feet became dainty little things. You felt your hips expand along with your backside, gaining a good amount of padding all around. Your dick shrunk quickly, becoming a tiny little nub, your testicles shooting into you, forming your new love canal while your scrotum split in two, forming two lips and enveloping what was now your pussy. Finally two sizeable B cup breasts formed on your chest.

But your body was not the only thing that was affected. Your clothes had morphed, to very similar clothes, a plain black shirt without logo, images or patterns, and some jeans, but now they were a feminine cut, fit for your new girly body rather than your old one. Your underwear had also shifted, from a pair of boxers to some panties and a bra, supporting your new assets properly.

“What the hell did you do bitch? Change me back this instant! I don’t want to be a girl!”
“It’s too late now, you don’t have a choice my dear! Now to make sure you don’t anger me further and that I don’t take this too far, why don’t you stay silent for a while? There, that’s better, on to the next part! You sure look like a girl, but not one that would hang out with Kendra that’s for sure. No, I think a friend of Kendra would be much more… Girly.”

This time your clothes shifted much more dramatically. Your jeans became a vivid blue, with stylish tears appearing on your thick thighs and knees. Your shirt became much shorter, showing your navel and thin waist. Underneath, your underwear became much frillier and skimpier, your panties becoming a thong that ran up your ass cheeks, in a weird but not entirely uncomfortable manner. Your hair also became bleached, then colored a light blond, with a pinkish shimmer to them. Makeup appeared on your face, highlighting your feminine features, your high cheekbones and your thick pouty lips. And you also knew that this makeup hadn’t just appeared, you had put it there this morning, before going to school. Like you did every morning. Shit, she wasn’t lying. This had also altered the past to make it so you had always been this girly girl. And you somehow knew that in the future you would also be doing your makeup every day before school, as well as get dressed in these feminine outfits.

“There! Now you look better, much girlier! But we don’t just want a friend for Kendra, we want her to have a new bestie! And best friends must have more in common than just gender and style! You need to have some common interests! And I know our dear Kendra is a country girl through and through, so let’s make you the perfect Cowgirl, shall we?”

The physical changes were minimal this time, a pink cowboy hat appearing on your head. But inside your mind, you could feel your interests shifting. Gone were your previous interests, wiped away and replaced with others. Riding horses, attending rodeos, listening to country music and cowboys. Wait what? Oh no!

“This one is a bit more of a complex change. It rewrites part of your personality. You now love all things country and western! Oh, and ever heard the saying, ‘Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy’? Well that applies to you as well now! So not only will you only be interested in men now, you will particularly love cowboys, and will do whatever you can to be their perfect little cowgirl, isn’t that nice?”

She chuckled a bit at that, seeing you become red with embarrassment, as thoughts unbidden came of you, naked, riding a muscles stud dick wildly. You tried to push the thought aside, afraid of knowing if this was your imagination acting up, or a memory of your new life resurfacing.

“And a big part of the country life that Kendra enjoys is the music, as you so crudely pointed out to her earlier. So, lets make it a part of your life as well. Because admit it girl, I know you are a total Swiftie.”

It was now your musical tastes that were affected. You already were an intense country fan, but now you became obsessed with all things Taylor Swift. Your room was plastered with posters of her, you knew every single one of her songs by heart, and just had to sing along when they came on. You had also attended every single one of her shows whenever she performed in your state. You even followed her relationship gossips, reading about her personal life wherever you could, checking out pictures of her and her clothes, checking out which fashion trends she would undoubtably make happen. She was simply the best!

“Now I know you are eager to meet up with your friend to talk about all the latest news concerning your new favorite celebrity, so I’ll finish this up real fast. Not only do you like music, but you also love to move your body along to it, shake your ass and tits to the beat! And you are quite good at it, I would say you could almost be a professional Dancer!”

This time your muscles firm up, your leg and stomach muscles getting toned, your ass becoming firmer. At the same time as you feel your body strengthen up, becoming more fit, you can also feel knowledge spill into your mind, about different dance moves, how to shake your body just right to match the beat, as well as attract all eyes on you. You know how to sway, how to bounce, how to jiggle your new assets, and you absolutely love doing it! As soon as you hear a beat, you find it very hard not to start dancing right there on the spot.

“You will now have quite the affinity to shaking your ass to the beat! But nothing beats dancing to the latest Taylor Swift songs, am I right? Oh, I forgot, you can’t answer, I think now would be a good time for you to be able to Speak.”

Immediately you find your voice returning. Inside your mind, your old self is fighting with your new self, but losing the battle. You raise your high-pitched girly voice and try to fuck off, but different words than those you intended come out.

“I know I should hate you for this, but you are soooo right, Taylor is the best! Kendra and I have a sleepover planned tonight and I can’t wait to put some tunes on max volume and sing and dance with her! We are going to have so much fun!”

“I am glad to hear it! You girls are going to spend so much time together from now on, isn’t that nice? Now I think you are ready to be able to Move again. And finally let’s lock you in your new reality by giving you a new name. You really are the sexiest cowgirl and Taylor Swift fan, Ashley. Such a cute name for such a cute girl. I hope you enjoy it!”
Your old name vanished from your mind, as well as from existence itself. You are now and have forever been Ashley, Kendra’s best friend, and an absolute Taylor Swift fan! You feel your old self slip away, taking a backseat, only able to watch as your new girly persona took control of your body, and your life, forever.

“Thanks Jennifer! Was there anything else you needed from me? I really need to go, Kendra is waiting for me!”

“No Ashley, everything here is good, you can run off and have fun with your friend. Good luck in your new life!”

And so you left the room and your old life behind. Gone was your old masculine anti-social self, all that was left was this girly cowgirl who loved country music, and dancing to it, more than anything in the world. Nobody would miss the old you, but there was at least one person that would quite enjoy spending time with the new you. And so you met your bestie Kendra, and you hung out, gossiping, listening to Taylor Swift on her awesome speaker, singing along to all her songs, not caring about who you were bothering with the loud music in the hallway.

When the day ended, you both went back to your place, where the fun went on, more chatting and gossiping about all the cute boys, and who you would rather go out with. Your old self was still in there, unable to talk or act, only witness the actions of your new girly self, as she happily danced to the latest Taylor Swift song, while Kendra recorded it all with her cellphone camera to post later on social media. This is what your life would be like now, stuck forever as Ashley the sexy cowgirl and Taylor Swift fan!