Those blue shoes he found that morning, they were shining in the dark as he lay on his bed, trying to sleep. Through the dark, he could see them kept in a corner, glowing with a faint blue light. He wondered if that was luminous paint. He got up and took the shoes in his hands. They looked so beautiful, it couldn't hurt to try them once.

He got up and grabbed them. He sat on his bed and slipped his feet into the shoe, knowing that they wouldn't fit but to his surprise, it fit perfectly. Had his feet shrunk? No, they looked the same size. Then, did the shoes...Become bigger?

The laces of the shoes crawled up his calves and he shuddered, "What the hell!" He pulled them away from his skin but they just wrapped around his legs and he began glowing bright blue. He shouted as he didn't know what to do. His hands and feet turned slim and his muscles toned down, his shoulders grew smaller and his feet stretched upright. The blue light was throwing him here and there in the room and finally, he fell on his bed.

When he woke up, it was morning already. He slowly got up and covered his eyes from the blazing sun. Okay, it wasn't morning, it was afternoon. He yawned and scratched his head. His hands felt his hair strands reaching till his waist. He quickly stopped scratching his head and looked at his hair. It was light brunette hair reaching till his waistline and turning red in the center and blue at the tips. The blue ballet shoes were still on his feet. His feet seemed slender.

"...Oh no..." He ran towards the bathroom and looked at himself into the mirror. His eyes were the same, they were still heterochromatic, his skin was still tanned, he was still not wearing a shirt and his boxers slipped down his slim waist.

"WHAT THE FUCK!" He shouted. He was not a man anymore. He grabbed his throat, he didn't even sound like a man anymore! He touched his feminine face and squished his skin. Then, he looked down, "MY DICK IS GONE! And its replaced by..." He groped his breast, "Hmm not a bad deal if I say so myself...WHAT THE HELL AM I SAYING! OH MY GOD! MY LIFE US RUINED! IT MUST BE A WET DREAM!"

He jumped into the cold shower, "OH MY GOD, IT'S NOT A BLOODY DREAM!"
He grabbed his hair and moved here and there. He heard the footsteps of his mom, "Cyril?! What happened dear?" She knocked on the door.
"Erm," He made his voice deeper, "Nothing mom, I...had a bad dream,"
"Oh, alright. Breakfast is ready. You feel fine today right in the morning, don't you?"
"I'm fine,"

He was not fine. He stood in front of the mirror and panicked. He looked at the shoes, "IT'S ALL BECAUSE OF YOU!" He remembered wearing them before going to bed, "TURN IT BACK!" He shouted at the shoes. But sad for him, shoes don't talk.
"Cyril! You're getting late for your lecture! It's noon already!" His mother shouted from downstairs.

He didn't know how to face her. He turned towards the mirror, "Okay, act normal. I'll figure it out soon. You're smart, Cyril. No one fucks with you," He reached his hands towards his shaving kit, "Oh yeah, I don't need to shave anymore,"

He brushed his teeth and looked at his chest, "I'm so disappointed in myself. The first-ever naked woman I see is me myself, can't wait to tell it to me mates,"

He washed his hair in the sink and messed up everything. Therefore, he decided to take a shower instead. He wore his baggy clothes which once fitted him perfectly and wore his loose shoes. Yeah, loose clothes can work, but not loose shoes. He had no other shoes with himself. So, he wore those ballet shoes and covered them with his baggy jeans. Fashion? Fuck it.

He took his bag and quietly walked out of his room. His mom was busy doing laundry. He grabbed a sandwich from the table and ran out, "BYE MOM!" He shouted.

He got on his bike and dialled a number.
"Ayo"
"Edgar!"
"...Yes ma'am?"
"Dude, it's me, Cyril!"
"Oh God, Cyril? Wow mate, that's some talent. Aye, next time, let's troll some guys on the internet! Right, Skyler?"

"Meet me outside the University, you blokes!"
"Yes sir!"
When Cyril reached the university, he found Edgar standing outside the university, chatting to someone on his phone while Skyler slept with his back on the wall.
"Edgar! Skyler!" Edgar looked up and Cyril stood before him.

"...Yes?" He said.
"Dude, it's me—Cyril!"
"...Yeah, sure,"
"I'm serious! I became a girl!"
"You think I'm stupid?" Edgar asked.
"Yes, yes you are," Cyril looked at Edgar with a straight face and he stared back.
"You're Cyril, confirmed," He said with a straight face.
Skyler looked at them with a straight face.

"Oh, you woke up?" Cyril asked him.

"FUCK! HOW DID THIS HAPPEN? YOU TURNED FROM A SURFER TO A SURFBOARD!"
"I—Dude," Cyril was offended.
"Alright, continue,"
"I wore these shoes," He pointed at the blue shoes on his feet, "And then this happened,"
"Unbelievable! Gimme those shoes!"

Edgar wore the shoes, "About time I grope myself,"
"Mate, no,"
Nothing happened. Cyril's eyes flinched.
"You're not Cyril," Edgar looked at him.
"I AM, YOU FUCKING DIPSHIT!"

Skyler, Edgar and Cyril sat at the backseat of their class.
"It happened because you stole her shoes. It's a ballerina's curse," Edgar said.
"...That is possible?" Cyril crossed his arms, "We need to reverse it back, I have trials for winter surfboard league the next week and I want to enter as Cyril, not...Cyra!"
"But hey, look at the good side,"
"What?"
"Cyra sounds better than Cyril,"

"...Why are we even friends?"

"It's because I am a couple of sandwiches short of a picnic,"
"Who says that to themselves? Anyways, I want to buy new shoes. My shoes are trash now,"
Edgar laughed, "You are talking about shoes? Your pants are falling too,"
"WHAT THE FUCK?!"
The professor glared at them and they became quiet. Skyler was sleeping.

After classes, he left for the mall with Edgar and Skyler. They got him a new pair of jeans and women's sports shoes. Cyril looked at himself in the mirror, "Nothing good is gonna start with this,"
Edgar stood behind him and smiled, "You never know when something hits you,"
Cyril looked at him.
"Go," Edgar whispered.

He paddled his way down to Ocean Street, towards the Blue Ballet academy. He reached the white stairs of the academy and walked up the stairs. He went to the receptionist, "Erm, I found these blue ballet shoes in a coffee shop. They had this address,"

The receptionist recognised them immediately, "Oh, they are Heart's ballet shoes. Thank God we found them, she has been crying her eyes out since morning," She laughed.
"I see, they must be really important to them in that case,"
"It seems so. Hang on, I'll just call her. She'll be elated,"

The receptionist called her while Cyril waited on a seat. Within five minutes, a blonde girl rushed into the reception, "YOU FOUND THEM?!"

"Yes, someone got them to us,"
Cyril got up from his seat and she turned back. She had no makeup on that day. Cyril didn't recognise her but she recognised him immediately. It was that girl from the café! She calmed down and looked into her eyes.

One of them was green, the other one blue. There was a beauty mark right beneath his lips, her colour was different though. He walked towards her with her white bag and stood before her, "You're lucky," He said.

"I really am," She blushed as she looked at her. Her shoes brought her the girl of her dreams. She took the bag from his hands as their fingers brushed against each other. She looked away, "You're gorgeous," She whispered.
"What?"
"Thank you for returning these,"

"That's fine," He smiled, 'What the hell, I'm not changing back!'
"Well, as thanks, would you like to meet up for a coffee?" She intertwined her fingers.
'Oh yeah, then I can ask her about this curse in detail!'

"Sure," He smiled and his beauty mark shifted to his cheeks, into his dimple. Her eyes mellowed as she looked at his face, 'I feel like I should look away

But I can't
After all, the girl of my dreams is right in front of me'

You are right. Except that it's a boy.
Not a girl.

-To be continued   

Cyril Edwards
Undercover Blue Riot