The Order - Mila & Intruder

SIX SPELLS

Original TG Caption by @shadowbornkayla

“A deal’s a deal, Doug. You lost the game, so each of us gets to cast one spell on you.”

I fucking hated wizard school. So many rules and traditions, backwards customs and fucked up games. Joining this fraternity was a mistake. And now I had to subjected to this initiation? I was pissed.

“I didn’t even want to play this stupid game. But go ahead, whatever.” I say in the chair in defeat, hoping they’d finish their humiliation and just be done with it.

Marko cracked his knuckles, going first. “I’ve been waiting to try this one. You probably heard about it, but no one at this school has the balls to actually do it.” He made a complicated hand gesture at me, and shouted the spellword:

Everyone’s eyes widened at this. “Beauty!? What the fuck, but that changes people into— UGH!” My ribs crackled and my body felt like it was on fire. It hurt so much! I could feel my face moving, everything in my body twisting and shrinking and growing simultaneously. I felt like putty, my bones rearranging. My chest erupted into two breasts, my genitals morphed into a womb and vagina. My hair grew long and full, and I became a small, dainty, impossibly beautiful woman. My onlookers watched in horror and arousal as it ended.

“WHAT THE FUCK!” I yelled, my voice carrying a higher pitch, but no less angry than I could manage before.

“Wow, hahaha, that actually worked! I thought you were going to turn into a monster or something, but you are fucking hot, Doug! Looks better this way, doesn’t it?” Marko laughed. So did the others.

I took a sour look at myself in the mirror, seeing my reflection betray me was awkward. I had a complete dissonance with myself, expecting my former male body but instead seeing this incredibly hot girl stare back at me. Our eyes perfectly locked, our movements synchronized. I had to look away, the vertigo from the strangeness of it all was getting too much for me.

“Okay, okay, my turn next!” Diego chimed in. I rolled my eyes, but I was terrified. I didn’t want them to get any weird ideas.

“No weird sex stuff, Diego. We agreed to that much.” Marko reminded him.

“You make a hot girl, Doug, but I think your wardrobe needs a lift, huh? A girl like you needs a good ‘fit to match.” Diego was a master of transmogrification. He made some outlandish hand motions and said the spellword:

I braced for impact. At first nothing happened, I just waited for my clothes to tear themselves apart and be replaced with something fresher, but that didn’t happen. I was a little confused, actually.

“What did you do?” One of the guys asked Diego. I just kept standing there, looking down at my frumpy-looking clothes and waiting.

“How do you feel, Doug?” Diego asked me.

“Uh, okay? I don’t think your spell did anything, I’m still wearing these ugly-ass guy clothes. I thought you’d change them to something more modern and trendy?” I took off the hoodie I was wearing and tied it around my skinny waist, trying to get it to look good on my body. It wasn’t working.

Diego flashed a sly smile. “Oh well, too bad. Hey Wex, do you have any of your girlfriend’s clothes lying around your room our friend here can borrow?” Wexley laughed at that and nodded, then bolted to his room, while the others also laughed thinking it was some kind of dig at me. That was frustrating, but honestly, Chloe’s clothes *would* fit me a lot better, and she always looked so hot...

Michael was next. He was a big guy, kinda slow but well meaning. I think he had been studying sports magic?

“Uh...” he stammered, unsure what to cast. “I guess I could try this one? Might be funny... we usually use it to help ballerinas and stuff...” He made his own set of gestures, maybe a little clumsily, and said the spellword:

The magic penetrated me and I took a step back, my foot catching the ground behind me on my toes. I felt lighter. I brought my slender arms up to look at them, and naturally took a pose that was extraordinarily delicate and feminine. It was undeniably graceful.

“I got the clothes!” Wex burst into the room while I was still getting my bearings. He tossed a few things into the floor at my feet, “Hope you like them, **lady**.”

I rolled my eyes and knelt to pick up the clothes, “I could use some privacy, please.” I spoke softly. My voice sounded even more foreign, it was lovely and polite. I moved to a corner of the room and when I was *almost* sure none of the boys were watching me I casually slipped out of my boy clothes.

I took a moment to admire my naked body. It was smooth and perfect, my hips rounded nicely and my butt was pert and nice. My every movement was like a dancer, as I put on Chloe’s panties and bra I was surprised to find they fit so well. Her dress was very classy and went well with my hair and eye color, I thought. Taking another glance in the mirror I was pleased with the look. Maybe later I could apply some makeup for the finishing touch.

“It’ll do.” I finally said, spinning back to the boys triumphantly.

“Uh, Doug, is that still you in there? You’re fucking hot, man.”

“Of course it’s me!” I retorted gently, brushing my hair back over my ear. “Don’t get any funny ideas, I’m still just as much a boy as you guys are. Just finish your silly spells.”

Barry was next, a twinkle in his eye. “Haha, if you say so. This is too much fun. I learned this one from my uncle, who has access to ask sorts of off limit spells these days.” He crosses his arms in front of him, forming an X, and said the spellword:

“Censor?” I hadn’t heard of that one before, “What the hell does that do?”

“Here’s an example, you’re not allowed to say you’re a guy anymore.”

I scoffed. “That’s preposterous. I’m a... I’m a...” I coughed. The word kept catching in my throat. “I’m a...!! ... girl? No! Fudge. How are you doing that?!”

Barry laughed. “The look on your face! You look so cute when you’re frustrated. I can add more restrictions for the next few minutes, like — you’re not allowed to say your real name, or where you’re from, or who your family is.”

“What!? You can’t do that! My name is... ugh! I’m a... From... errrrr.... “

I was freaking out a bit. Here I was, an incredibly hot girl, surrounded by frat wizards, now unable to even defend myself verbally! No one would believe me, I had to just hope they’d end their game soon and change me back.

Some of the guys joined in, adding dozens of restrictions.

“You can only say your name is Felicia.”

“You can only say you’re from Columbus, Ohio.”

“You can only say you’re attracted to guys.”

“You can only say you love sucking cock.”

“You can’t say you like anything remotely masculine.”

And on and on...

I tugged at my hair. Of course these things I could say didn’t make them true, but after enough suggestions they made me sound like some sex-crazed, soft-spoken party girl.

“This has been SO much fun, boys, but I really want to go see my boyfriend!” I said with a whimper. I didn’t want to say any of that! What boyfriend?!

“Aw, she says she has a boyfriend, fellas. That’s too bad. What did you say your name was again?” Barry goaded me.

I rolled my eyes and just gave him what he wanted, not like I had a choice anyway. “I’m Felicia, silly. You already *knew* that, because you are making me say it!”

“Oh, whoops. You’re also not allowed to say that you’re being forced to do anything by us. There, better?”

“Forced to do what? My name really IS Felicia!” I said, flummoxed and pissed on the inside but bright and cheery on the outside.

“Okay guys, I have a really wicked idea for the last spell. You know that forbidden spell Mrs. Lundgren talked about the other day?”

“Uh... the ‘forget’ one? That seems a little advanced, even for me.” Marko shrugged. “Have you even tried it before?”

“No, but that’s why we have a guinea pig, right ‘Felicia’?” He looked at me, dangerously aroused. “I’m gonna do it. I know that you’re just saying these things, but just one level down, you still know who you really are. I wonder if I can change that.”

“Um, like, that sounds like a bad idea, Wex...” I cautioned him. I didn’t know what lay on the other side of this one.

“Nonsense, you’ll be just fine. A happy, sexy, slutty girl. Isn’t that better?” He started some hand motions, big and exaggerated. A little uncontrolled. It looked sloppy to me, but I didn’t know the spell. The other guys seemed unconvinced as well, maybe even a little nervous. Then he said the spellword:

A blinding light passed over me and everyone else in the room. I closed my eyes in fear, shielding my face as best I could, but I knew it was useless against actual magic.

I thought hard about my past as a guy, growing up as a boy. About the circumstances that brought me to the school. Changing into a girl because of this stupid game. But... nothing changed. My memories seemed to stay intact!

I opened my eyes and saw all of the guys holding their heads.

“What... what did you do?” I asked, my eyes were dilated and my vision was returning.

“Huh? What do you mean what did I do? Who are you?” Wex asked me.

“What the... what the fuck?” I asked. “Did you make yourself forget what happened? Did you mess up the spell??”

“What spell? What’s going on, and why are you in our living room?” Diego asked me.

Oh no. Did they ALL forget? Except me???

“Wex, do you seriously not remember?” I heard Barry ask, intrigued. “Hahaha! Wow, that’s rich. You fucked up the spell!”

Oh shit, Barry still remembers...??

“WHAT SPELL!?” Wex asked again, frustrated.

“Don’t worry about it, man. What matters is we’re all here, having a good time. Isn’t that right, *Felicia*?” He eyed me, seeing what I also recognized was a tantalizing opportunity. I made a sour face, saying nothing. I knew that when I talked only bad things could happen here.

“Then who is the hot chick?”

“My girlfriend, obviously. Felicia, you *have* to say you’re my girlfriend!” Barry said, adding yet another speech restriction for me. I said nothing, trying to keep quiet might help me out here.

“Whoa, is that true? Where are you from, Felicia?”

I made an awkward face, as awkward as my pretty face would allow. Should I run? What would happen then???

“You’re being awfully quiet, **babe**. Tell them!” Barry smiles, and I saw him make some discreet hand gestures. Was he casting another spell!?

I felt it instantly. A love spell? But those were forbidden! It couldn’t work on me, right? It felt like an intense heat, moving up through my body, creating goosebumps on my soft skin and tingling sensations everywhere. I clamped my eyes shut and tried to fight it, tried to think of a way out of this mess.

Before long, the intensity just simmered away to a general feeling of warmth. It calmed me down, and I was breathing easier. That was part of the spell, I rationalized. But I was still me, I could still control myself, even if my words still betrayed me.

I gently opened my eyes after what felt like an eternity, and looked at Barry who was still waiting for me to say something. He had this sly smile on his face, he must be feeling sooo cocky. Ugh. If only he wasn’t so damn cute.

“Well?” He smiled a handsome smile at me. It was disarming... I’ve never thought about another guy like this before. “Tell them what you really think about me.”

It was devilish of him, but just looking at his toned body made me feel woozy inside. I could feel my loins heating up, embarrassed from being put on the spot. Knowing that I wanted him just as much as he wanted me. Maybe even more.

“I... I love you.” I stammered, my voice catching in my throat. Did I really just say that?? I really loved this guy???

He walked over to me, confidently placing his arm around my little waistline. It felt... nice. Him touching me sent another round of feelings through my smaller female body. It was all so foreign, but I couldn’t deny it’s authenticity. I really LIKED this guy!! What’s wrong with that?

“Then maybe you wouldn’t mind us getting some privacy, huh?” He stared me straight in the eyes. His eyes were a brilliant hazel color. His stubble made him look manly. More manly than me, for sure. Maybe it would be okay, living as a woman, if I could be with him.

“Okay, okay, we get it. Jeez, get a room already.” Wex turned to the others and shook his head, and the small crowd of guys just dispersed, completely forgetting who I used to be. Leaving me completely in the hands of this hunk of a man, Barry. Who knew full well what I used to be, but wanted me anyway.

Barry slipped his big hand down the back of my pants and squeezed my plump little butt. “I’m going to make you a very happy girl, Felicia.” He whispered, menacingly. I would have been worried about this situation, had I not been so completely enthralled by his machismo. He slipped a thick finger into my new wet pussy, causing me to squeal.

“Ah...!” His fingers were rough with my virgin clit, but it pushed shockwaves through my body and I felt like putty. This felt amazing!

He sucked on my neck, pressing his scratchy stubble against my soft skin, drinking me in as I drank in him. Feeling womanly with my quick breathing. Normally I’d get so horny in the heat of passion and feel an erection, but now that his dick pushed against my thigh I just felt a complete wanting. A need to be satisfied. I grabbed his face between my hands and kissed him with everything I had.

As he lay me on the hard floor on my back, still kissing, lifting my legs as he tore my pants from them, I thought nothing of my former life.

His dick emerged from his pants and I knew I should repulse but I just leaned into the fear. He groped my breasts and slid his cock into me.

He was not gentle. I didn’t mind.

The College Try

My first story after a few months of being gone, now available to read for free on WordPress!

Enjoy!

~Kayla

https://shadowkayla.wordpress.com/2019/08/17/the-college-try/

MESSING AROUND

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“And you just press buttons like this?” I said, holding the strange remote my friend Dan had found online. I was standing in front of a full length mirror, ready to make changes to my body.

I was amazed when I learned that it actually worked. I made myself taller, more muscular. I could even change my eye color!

“You should try the gender setting, too. It's a lot of fun.” Dan laughed, watching me go crazy with the remote.

“Sure,” I thought. “Why not?” I pointed the remote at myself again and pressed the female button. Just as quickly, my body seemed to snap into a new form. I still kinda looked like me, only with a LOT more estrogen.

“Wow!” I said, clutching my throat as my new vocal chords rang out in a tender soprano. I ran my hands down my slimmer body and felt the soft curvature of my new breasts, felt the smooth contour of my waistline as it dipped into my pants, and dared to reach down and cup the slits of an actual vagina. “Holy shit…” I was stunned. The remote had actually turned me into a girl!

Dan smiled a bit, amused. “You still kind of look like yourself though. Try something different! Bigger boobs, maybe?”

“Haha, you wish!” I laughed, still in awe of the changes I saw in front of me. Still, I wondered. I decided I'd try to look at least a little different.

I grew my hair out longer, and made it a strong blonde color. I made myself a little shorter (I always had a thing for the short, cute girls). To my amazement I could even change my outfit. I felt like I stood in front of that mirror for hours, just tweaking my own body until I definitely didn't look like my old self anymore.

Totally spacing out, I had forgotten that Dan was just standing there watching me. It was just so weird seeing my own movements in the mirror, but performed by a stunningly gorgeous babe. She was so… well, I was just so DAINTY! I set the remote down on the side table and did a few twirls with the pretty dress that I materialized.

“Having fun?” Dan chuckled. I jumped, coming back to reality.

“Yeah, that remote is incredible! We could really pull quite a few pranks with it, I'm sure!” I laughed, then, summoning my inner actor I struck a feminine pose and tossed my hair back. “How do I look?” I tried my girliest voice, but my vocal chords did most of the hard work for me. I sounded absolutely adorable.

It suddenly dawned on me that Dan had picked up the remote and was investigating it himself. “Think this thing changes minds, too?” He mused.

“Haha, probably. Don't mess with that stuff, though. I don't want to start thinking like somebody I'm not.” I turned to face the mirror again to see how my hair looked in different styles. A ponytail would be fun, I thought.

“No, why would I ever do that to you, babe?” Dan said. “You're perfect just the way you are.”

I smiled to myself. I knew Dan would never do such a thing like that to me. Besides, how could he? He's my boyfriend, after all.

Bored with the mirror, I minced over to Dan and threw my arms around him in a big embrace. He held my waistline and I gave into his kiss. He was such a big guy compared to me, and I felt safe in his arms.

“Think we can…” I played my hands on his big, strong chest, “use that remote to give you a bigger dick, baby?” I looked up at him with a naughty grin. I knew he liked it when I talked dirty.

He nearly shuddered in eager sexual excitement when I reached down into his pants and started stroking his cock. “Mmm…” he squeezed my ass firmly, and didn't let go. “I think we can give that a shot, Tiffany.”

I purred, kissing him warmly. “Then, maybe I could give myself bigger breasts like you've been asking for all these years.” He perked up at this. “But only one cup size!”

With that, he picked me up and took me to our bedroom. I am soooo lucky to be his girlfriend. Why would I ever even consider using a remote to change that about myself?

Life of the Party

Original TG Caption by ShadowbornKayla

I fidgeted in the tight dress. It was bad enough I was already small enough to wear a dress like this at all, you also could see the outline of my bulge against the fancy dress fabric. “Well this is fucking stupid. I look like a sissy. Why does it have to be me again? What does this prove?”

“I haven’t even put the finishing touches on yet, John.” Charlie rolled his eyes. “I wanted someone I could trust to go to this party with me. There will be lots of... colorful characters there.”

“Yeah yeah and you couldn’t just bring Alyssa along?”

“They don’t know about Alyssa. Besides, she hates these sorts of big parties. Now, hold still.” Charlie closed his eyes and started an incantation. I gulped as I felt butterflies gather in my stomach, a feeling that spread outward and soon consumed my whole body.

I felt my chest push out, my dick slink inside my pelvis (ouch!), and my whole body softened. My beard fell away as my face became completely feminine, and my butt rounded and curved along with the rest of my body. When it was all over, the dress I wore no longer felt too tight. It now fit perfectly.

Checking my new womanly body out in the mirror, I sighed. “You warlocks are so weird, dude. Let’s get this party over with.”

Charlie and I showed up fashionably late to the party, which was already in full swing. There were fire dancers, a large swimming pool, drinks and food from nearly every cuisine, and the mansion was massive. Witches and warlocks really knew how to throw a party.

“Charlie, you made it!” A short hot girl in a pink dress approached us. Her makeup was perfect, if I said so myself. Mine was alright, magically applied with Charlie’s magic help. “And who is THIS?” She eyeballed me curiously.

“Hey Luna, yeah sorry we are late. This is... Juliette.” He looked at me awkwardly. “My... date.”

“Welcome to the party, Juliette! Come come we’ve got shots in the back.” Luna cheered and took my arm, pulling me away before Charlie could say otherwise.

“Oh, haha, okay...” I stammered, led through the crowd. My heels clacked loudly on the nice hardwood floors, but they were driving me nuts. So many guys were looking at me as Luna and I passed through the crowd. Oh well, if I just laid low I’d probably be fine.

Luna grabbed a bright pink shot glass off the counter and handed it to me. “Soooo... you and Charlie are a thing huh?” She downed her drink. Her tits were incredible.

I held the glass nervously. I didn’t know what was in it, and this was a witch and warlock party after all. “Uh, yeah, I guess you could say that. Hey, um, what’s in this?”

Luna looked offended. “You know, Charlie and I used to date, too. Until he cheated on me with Alyssa.”

I was confused. I thought Charlie said no one knew about Alyssa? And he cheated on this girl??

“I-I’m sorry, I didn’t know...”

“You didn’t know? Oh. My. God. Girl, he’s playing you too, then. He’s played us BOTH.” Luna looked so mad, she downed another shot. “Ugh, aren’t you fucking pissed?!” She stared at me, expectantly.

“Uh, yeah!” I faked. “I’m so mad!” I clenched my fist and shook it, not sure if I was convincing at all. Luna seemed drunk enough not to notice.

“We should make him pay. Hot bitches like us can get any man we want.”

“Oh I don’t know about that...”

“GIRL. You’re fucking hot! Why are you so lame about this??” She recoiled, drawing some eyes from nearby partiers. I wondered where Charlie was, nervously. “Look, I have just the spell for you. We will show him, and you’ll feel better too.” She shook her hands in preparation, charging her spell up.

“I call this spell ‘Life of the Party.’ You’ll be a wayyyy more confident chick and everyone at the party will know you as a real sexy go-getter. Leave Charlie to me... you go have some fun!”

“Wa-wait!!” I shrieked, but it was too late. Luna directed her spell right at me. Piercing me like an arrow. Energy pulsed through me, in and around me. My head throbbed, my knees weakened, I felt like I was lifted into the air! The whole thing only took a half a second, but time stretched forever as I felt my subconscious fighting for itself.

I didn’t WANT to be more confident! I certainly didn’t want all these hot boys to think I was some sleazy stuck-up bitch, or worse, a sex-crazed slut. I thought about that asshole Charlie getting me caught up in this mess, turning me into the hottest girl here, then abandoning me with this lame witch. Who did she think she was anyway?

Charlie isn’t even all that cute. Not like all of these other potential fuck-boys I could have worshipping me at my feet! The energy pulse subsided and I could feel myself returning to awareness.

“Well, how do you feel, Juliette?” The annoying little girl in the tacky dress asked me.

I rolled my eyes and downed the shotglass, largely ignoring her.

What Luna didn’t realize was that by casting the spell on me, she was also affected by my now insane level of party energy. By comparison, she was a nobody. Just another girl that desperately wanted to be as relevant as I am.

One of the guys approached Luna and I, full swagger mode, but he was staring at MY tits, not hers. “Hey, you new here?” He asked. He was pretty hot, and I could see the outline of his dick in his light fabric shorts. Bold fashion choice. I liked it.

“Yeah, what are you gonna do about it?” I teased, taking another shot glass and offering it to him. I leaned back on the counter, shifting my weight so my breasts propped up even more deliberately. God, I was such a whore for this.

“Wait, Brian, you can’t take her,” Luna chirped pathetically. “You’re supposed to be MY date!”

I rolled my eyes. “It’s a free country, bitch.” I sidled you to Brian and dangled my arm on him, made sure he felt my warmth. My face got close to his, deliberately lingering on each word, “Isn’t that right... Brian?”

Brian audibly gasped. He may have cum in his shorts already. That would be too bad. I took his hand, my fingers interlocking his, and walked him away from that poor girl.

We walked through the crowded mansion, bumping past girls and boys each hoping to score something tonight. Not me, I knew what I was in for. Brian lusted hungrily behind me like a dog, and I made sure he got full view of my ass as we pushed towards the staircase.

“Juliette! Thank god I found you, is everything alright?” There, at the bottom of the steps, was Charlie. I rolled my eyes and kept walking, bringing my fuckboy Brian with me.

“...Juliette? Wait! Where are you going?”

I stopped and turned to him, tucking my hair behind my ear. “I’m getting laid, CHARLIE. Now leave me the fuck alone. I heard what you did to Alyssa AND Luna, and now you’re trying to use me too!”

He looked stunned. “What?? What the fuck happened to you?”

“Hey, dumbass. You heard the lady. Fuck off!” Brian defended me. It was annoying, but maybe if I was lucky the two would fight.

“She’s not... uh...” Charlie stammered. “No. Juliette, I’m taking you back, /now/. Something is not right.” He brought his hands up into a gesture, implying he’d cast a spell on me.

Brian immediately leapt into action by smacking Charlie’s hands, and kicking him to the floor. “Oh no you don’t, dipshit. She’s mine, didn’t you hear?” Then, Brian brought his own hands up and cast an uninterrupted spell at Charlie.

The party-goers watched on as Charlie cringed and shook on the floor, agonizing. This was pretty common at parties like this, I guessed. No one stepped in to help.

Charlie’s hair burst from his scalp, and his body contorted as his skeleton reshaped itself. I saw two breasts pop from his chest, and his hips expanded and face reformed. When it was all over, an unconscious cute girl lay on the floor, panting and clutching herself.

“See how you like fucking with women now, bitch.” Brian jeered. I giggled at that, taking his hand in mine and tugging at him to come along. Charlie was passed out on the floor, a hot young thing. She’d wake up to find a very different reality for herself.

Closing the door behind us, I pulled Brian’s clothes off and kissed him, horny and pawing at his sweet dick. He smelled like he’d already fucked someone tonight. But honestly, he was probably going to be the first of many for myself tonight, anyway. Why quit at just one?

My Roommate’s Girlfriend

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*thud*

*thud*

*thud*

“Unnngh! Yes! YES! Oh, fuck me! Fuck nnnnnn!! Ohh!”

The pounding of the bed against my wall was a nightly thing. My roommate and his new girlfriend fucked what seemed like constantly ever since he let her move in to our place a week ago.

Don’t get me wrong, Ellie is hot as hell. But damn if I don’t get jealous... and horny listening to them go at it.

And she was just... OBSESSED with him. She constantly hung on his every word. At every meal, outing, it was like she needed his touch constantly. I didn’t quite understand it, until recently.

“Hey Tim.” Ellie greeted me one morning as she emerged from the other bedroom. She was wrapped in a towel and her hair was messy. God, she was amazing.

“Hey Ellie, what do you see in him, anyway?” I joked. But her eyes just lit up and she beamed a huge smile.

“Oh isn’t he just the best? So hot, so sexy, and his dick is like... fucking incredible...”

I winced at that. A little too much information even for me.

She returned to the bedroom to finish getting dressed. That was when Greg emerged, throwing on his coat. “Hey man, I have to leave town for two days and check on my dad, is it cool if Ellie, uh, hangs out here for a while?”

I nodded, just as Ellie came out to give him a big kiss and what looked like a quick crotch grab for the road. Then he left.

“I miss him already...” she pouted, plopping on the couch. Then, she snapped her head at me. “And don’t you get any ideas, mister. I know you hear us fucking. You won’t get any of that from me. I’m Greg’s girl, don’t you forget it!”

I rolled my eyes and shrugged. Whatever. I didn’t know why she had to be so aggressive about it. I turned on the tv, and Ellie got up to get a drink or something.

*crash*

“Ow!”

I turned and saw that Ellie had tripped on a coat on the floor, and was holding her head in pain. She must have whacked it on the kitchen counter.

“You okay?”

“I... uh... oh my god...” Ellie’s eye went wide. “Oh my GOD!”

“...what?”

She turned to me. “I’m a fucking chick! That asshole Greg turned me into a fucking girl, and he, and he... oh my god I remember everything!”

“...wh-what??”

She bolted up and ran into the bedroom, frantic. I followed her to see what was up, and saw her rifling through drawers and the closet for something. “This! This fucking thing!” She held up a remote control. “You! You have to help me.”

“I’m sorry, third time, what the fuck are you talking about, Ellie?”

“That’s NOT my name! I’m Alex Grier, and that asswipe Greg used this thing to turn me into his submissive cock-hungry girlfriend.” She looked so pissed. “I don’t know how he did it, but he’s like... so smart and handsome.” She looked confused. “No, my memories, they’re... coming back...”

I stood there, stunned. Watching this girl, or guy?, fight for his mind.

“Take this, figure it out, change me back! Please!” She held her head again. “Ugh if only Greg was here... he’d know what to do... then maybe I could... repay him...” she started feeling herself up in front of me, clearly thinking about her boyfriend again.

I held the remote in my hand. I had no idea what it did or how it worked. There was no manual, and the buttons weren’t even labeled! This was fucked up, maybe Ellie was just crazy? Maybe she got a concussion? I did the only thing I could think of, and pointed it at her and pushed the big green button.

She froze for a second. But nothing seemed to change. She looked at the remote, then me again, “That didn’t do anything, dumbass!” She lifted her boobs at me in anger.

“It must have done something, right?” I was confused.

“God, you can be such a bad boyfriend sometimes, Tim. Can you try again?”

I paused. “Wait... boyfriend? Don’t you mean Greg?”

“What, your lame roommate? No, of course I mean you. You’re my boyfriend, remember?” She crossed her arms.

“Okay, uh. What’s your name?” I had to test it.

She rolled her eyes. “Alex Grier. I already told you that. I’m a guy remember? Can you PLEASE focus on changing me back?”

I looked down at the remote again. So many buttons. I winced and pointed it at her again, and pressed the yellow button.

*flash*

“Holy shit!” She screamed, looking at her body. She was... a completely different girl! Brown hair instead of blonde. Tall and skinny, with an incredible ass.

“Uh, sorry.” I pressed the button again.

And again.

And again.

“Stop! STOP! You moron, clearly that’s not working! I keep changing into girls!”

The latest version of her was also incredibly hot. I couldn’t help but stare in awe of her. And she somehow still thought I was her boyfriend, did that mean...?

“Okay, okay. Sorry. Do you want to take a break?” I decided to press my luck, “and maybe... cuddle?”

“NO! Ugh, we have to turn me back before your dumb roommate gets back and gets the remote again. Try another button already.”

I nervously put my finger on the big black “up” button and pressed it.

She shivered a little. “Huh, that was weird.”

“What was weird? Nothing happened.”

“I dunno, I just... that felt a little funny. Maybe try again?”

I pressed it again, and she let out a soft gasp, and bit her lip a little. “Oh... okay... uh, yeah, that felt... pretty good? ...maybe one more time, just to be sure?”

I pressed it again, watching the hot redhead girl buckle a little, lifting her head up and sighing. She ran her hands through her hair and did a slight thrusting move. “Mmmm, again.”

Again? I started to get a pretty serious hard-on just watching her. It became clear to me what this button was doing, and she didn’t ask me to stop... so...

I pressed it five more times.

“OhhhHHH! Mmmm! Fu-fuck!” She doubled over, her hand went right for her own aching crotch. She grabbed a pillow and started to grind herself on it, “ohhh, Tim, fuck, wh-why does this... ohhhh! My pu-pussy feels so... mmm...”

She tore her pants off, and stripped off her soaking panties so she could rub her clit freely. She was no longer issuing me orders, but I was still stuck with the remote. I could push the black ”down” button, but it looked like she was having such a good time fingering herself.

I pushed the purple button.

“Ik ben zo geil, waarom stopt het niet?” she spoke some foreign language flawlessly in a new accent. I had no idea what she was saying, though! I pushed the purple button again.

Between moans of intense pleasure, she managed to eke out again, “Mangyaring, palitan mo ako pabalik, Tim!”

Damn. I just didn’t understand her anymore. Fuck! I cycled through the purple button multiple times but couldn’t get her back to English!

I push the yellow button instead, and her facial expression changed. Her eyes refocused on me, her finger still massaging her clit. She looked... interested in me.

“Ég sé þig horfa á mig, af hverju hefurðu ekki helvítið mér ennþá?” She said (in what sounded to me like... Icelandic?), as she laid herself on her back, her eyes ravenous and locked on me. Her pussy was glistening from serving herself, and she was inviting me in.

I... shouldn’t have done this. Maybe there was still a way to change her back, still a way to fix her language, her hormones, her *everything*.

“Jæja? Ég hef ekki fengið allan daginn!”

I set the remote down on the counter and pulled off my pants as she smiled watching me. I sank into her as she groaned happily, sliding her tongue up my neck as my cock pushed in deep. She felt incredible, and I felt her quavering in delight as I thrust in her.

“Já! Já! Erfiðara, já! Þú ert svo stór!”

As she came on my dick, happy and finally satisfied, I realized I really needed to learn Icelandic.

The Cave at Mt Kintarr

Exhausted, my colleagues and I pressed on. Up and up and up, through lush jungles and through clear valleys with unbroken views of this magical region. It was a two week trek through more difficult terrain than I’d ever seen.

But today was the day we would finally summit Mt Kintarr.

As a researcher, I wanted to learn everything I could about this place. Since it was my team’s first visit here, all I knew was that it was dangerous. Several hikers were reported missing over the past few years. My team and I would be nothing but cautious, and hopeful to track down some of the causes of the disappearances.

But up and up and up we went. Until we came across a cave in the mountainside. The air was fresh and cold and crisp up here.

I peered into the darkness of the deep cave. This was an odd place for a cave, I thought. My partners were equally perplexed. I took a step inside, and my eyes adjusted slightly to the dark within. It wasn’t as deep as I thought...

“A door?”

I turned back to my colleagues, Clark and Darrell, who shrugged. A simple wooden door was sitting in a flat section of the cave wall. There was a simple handle, and nothing else of note around it.

“Who the hell puts a door here?” Skeptical, I placed my hand on the handle and gave it a jiggle. To my surprise, it turned easily and creaked as I opened it to peer inside.

A hallway? It looked like something you’d see at a mansion! Long and narrow, with a second door at the other side! I could also hear the faint sound of music playing.

I journeyed on, into the hallway. Walking, walking, walking. The walls were plain, and it was dim. The music grew louder as I got closer. I put my hand on the doorknob, turned it, and stepped inside.

“Heyyy!” A crowd of young partiers cheered as I set foot inside. I was taken aback! This looked like some kind of college party? But... we’re in the middle of a mountain range!

A very tall black guy approached me, smiling wide. “Welcome to the party, newbie! I’m sure you have a million questions. I’m Omar.”

“Uhh, yeah, I —“ I started, but choked a little on my voice. It sounded really high pitched, but maybe that was the loud music? I cleared my throat and tried again. “I’m...” my voice cracked AGAIN. I put a hand to my throat, and was equally startled when I could feel my beard. It felt, smooth? Like I had just freshly shaved, but there was no coarseness at all!

My eyes drifted down at my chest, my arms, my legs, my feet. What was I wearing? I had... breasts?! Oh fuck, I’m a girl!?

“What the fuck? What the FUCK?” I yelled. Omar put a hand on my shoulder.

“As I said. A million questions. Let’s start with an easy one, but try to relax. What’s your name?”

I was going to lose it. But Omar seemed to know what was going on. “I’m Penelope.” I paused. “No, I’m Penelope. What the hell? I’m PENELOPE!”

“Nice to meet you, Penelope. Like I said, I’m Omar. I can’t tell you any other name, because that’s who I am. Isn’t that right?”

“Uhh...” I started, freaking out more, grasping at my long brown hair. “Yes, I’m definitely Penelope, I’m a 21 year old girl getting my bachelor’s degree in art school.” I continued, “from Madison, Wisconsin, my parents are Roy and Stephanie Almeyer, I have an orange cat named Tickles, and WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING, OMAR?”

Omar casually turned and looked at the other partiers, who were having a great time hanging out and chatting. Some of them waved at me. “We are all like this, Penelope. I don’t understand it, either. But I’ve been here for 43 years, I think, and haven’t aged a day. Ricky over there thinks we might be dead. I think we’re all dreaming. Sasha is convinced the cave entrance is a portal to a weird pocket universe, but I think she’s full of shit.”

I turned and looked at the door, still anxiously feeling the foreign curves of my young body as if that would somehow calm me down. My dick was... gone. I could even feel that I had a whole different reproductive system. I moved differently.

“I know what you’re thinking. Maybe if you leave you can go back to normal. And maybe you can, but we don’t know what happens when someone leaves. They certainly never come back.”

“What?” I looked back at Omar.

“Oh, we’ve had a few people try it. Some people can’t take it the instant they get here and just walk back out. A few have promised, and I mean PROMISED, that they would just take one step out that door, then come back inside to let us know what they saw. But, they never came back.” He lit up a cigarette, and offered it to me. I waved it off.

“I decided, ‘fuck it’, I’m staying. I never even got to see the view from the top of the mountain.”

My brain was reeling. 43 years? Never aging? Part of me wondered if Omar was telling the truth, or if he really was like me. Not actually a tall black man named Omar. Just like how I’m not actually a petite brunette girl named Penelope from Wisconsin.

I kept my eye on the door, waiting for when my colleagues would arrive. Who they might become, if I’d even recognize them. Minutes, then hours passed. No one came through the door. Did they even follow me? Did it matter?

The party went on without me, no doubt because everyone here had seen this play out before. A stupefied outsider that would either run and never return — or give in to the change and become a willing participant.

I had to make a decision.

I waited long enough for my tears to dry up first, then I stood up, turned around, and decided to at least make an effort to get to know some of the people waiting for me to join in.

— Six Months later —

“So, Penelope was it?” The new guy asked me again.

I twirled my hair and blew a bubble from my bubblegum. A little bored of this guy already. “Yeah.”

“And you mean that you’ve ALWAYS been a girl named Penelope? Just like... I’ve always been... a guy... named... R-Roger?”

“Look, Roger, the sooner you give in to it the easier it’ll be for you — and all of us. Now, do you want a martini or not?”

It had been a few months and I had started getting into a routine. I always kept an eye on that exit door, but wasn’t brave enough to take it on. Instead, I found myself relaxing into my new body, my new self. I mean, I was HOT. Some of the guys and girls here agreed that I might be one of the top few hottest girls in the whole Cave (that’s what we called it, for lack of better understanding).

And one month ago, I finally gave in to my body’s own sexual needs. I was a woman, now, after all.

Jake had been gentle with me. He was patient, kind, humble, a little awkward. He was good looking for a man, even though I hadn’t really been attracted to men.

But after months and months of awkward masturbating in my bedroom, I started realizing I could probably handle it. I had gotten pretty used to my vagina, feeling and understanding it’s shape and needs with every session. I must have spent an entire day just fingering and studying it when I wasn’t feeling like socializing. It wasn’t like there was much else to do.

I could probably handle a cock. After all, I used to have one.

And with Jake, I hadn’t really been all that awkward around him. Even though I couldn’t tell him the truth about my past, I didn’t try to either. He may have even thought I was a different sort of girl in my past life, too. Not that it mattered...

I brought him to my room.

We undressed.

It was my first time REALLY *seeing* another man naked, and presenting themselves for me. I certainly wasn’t a gay man, but I knew I had different needs now. Maybe my tastes could adapt, too.

I felt his musculature as he felt mine. His caress felt amazing on my skin, having not been touched intimately by anyone for months and months. I took the first step and kissed him, feeling his dick instantly pop to attention and press against my tummy. I leaned in closer, feeling his warmth as he squeezed my butt. I had never felt like this before. So loved, so cherished, so wanted, so vulnerable.

He tasted great. We swapped saliva as he moved to firmly squishing my breasts, a move I knew all too well. It felt fucking *fantastic*, and it just made me hornier.

Gone were my inhibitors, the tie to reality keeping me from embracing womanhood. Gone was the guilt of not living my past truth anymore. Gone was all the doubt that I could be sexy, girlish, beautiful.

I kissed his neck, his chest, his belly button. Before I knew it, my lust had fully absorbed me and I had his whole strong, musky cock in my mouth. Teasing it, testing it, tasting it. I wanted to learn all I could about being a pretty girl, the object of a man (or woman’s desires). I knew that I had to play the part if I was to have a fulfilling life in the Cave.

I could only give him head for so long, so I looked up at him and practically begged with my eyes. So he lifted me up, grabbed me, picked me up, took me to the bed, dropped me down, spread my legs, and inserted his meaty member into my deliriously wet clit. He pushed and pushed and pushed and pushed until I felt my whole being filled to the brim. I felt so immensely full of him, my eyes rolled to the back of my head and I automatically let out a satisfied chirp. That chirp became a low moan, then panting as he repeatedly fucked me.

He’d done this before, I thought. He knew exactly what he was doing. The lucky son of a bitch must have also been a man in his prior life, I thought. There was no way a ‘new’ guy could be this fucking good at fucking.

He was the first, but definitely not the last guy I’d ride.

— Six Years Later -

“Heyyy!” I cheered with my crew as two new people emerged from the Mystery Door. I always LOVED new people. If they stayed, I almost always got to fuck them - guy or girl. I had definitely built up quite a reputation over the years.

“Uhhh...” the short cute girl started. “Where are we... wait... why am I...!?” She frazzled as she marveled at her body, her hands, her voice. The tall boy was equally perplexed.

I rolled my eyes. Always SO predictable. At least she was pretty, and it had been a while since I had a girl-on-girl night... I gave my canned speech to help them acclimate.

“We, um, looking for the body of Dr. Wrexley... he uh... went missing six and a half years ago. Have you seen him?”

I hadn’t heard THAT name in a really long time! Too bad I couldn’t tell them it was me, not that I cared anymore. I learned to love being sweet little sexy Penelope. One of my *many* boyfriends, Derek, squeezed my ass as he walked over to check on the new people. He was my go-to when I wanted to really rough-house in the sack, and boy did he deliver! I gave him a naughty look and a quick peck on the cheek and smacked his ass right back before answering the question.

“No.” I said plainly, before posing a little to show off my assets. “But I’m Penelope. What’s your name, sweetheart?”

“Cl...Claire. Wait, that’s... my name?”

I looked her up and down and licked my lips. She looked FINE. But I guessed she didn’t know how to use her body... yet. I sauntered closer to her, close enough to see her nervous sweat forming. I gently took her hand, leaned in to her ear, letting my breasts graze hers as I whispered “I can help you feel better. Teach you a few things you might REALLY like.”

Shy, confused, and more than a bit aroused, she followed me without another word to my chamber. She looked back at the tall boy, who was still reeling from the experience. I was thinking I might come back to him later... for seconds.

— Seventy Five Years Later —

Sigh. So many people come and gone. The party at the Cave was still going strong, and little old me was still as slutty as ever. I had had so many partners I’d lost count, adrift in a sea of cocks and cunts (though I’d eventually grow to prefer dicks, they were always so reliable, and the men so eager to worship me).

Roger didn’t last long at all, leaving during a mental breakdown. But not before I teased him endlessly.

Claire became just as wild and cock-hungry as I was, and was my best friend and confidante for many years. She eventually decided to take the exit door, though, thinking maybe she would return to the real world a new woman. I cried a lot that year.

Omar left really early, which was a shame because he was probably the best fuck I’ve ever had. He decided it was finally ‘his time.’

Jake once punched one of the other girls in the Cave, forced her to leave, and after years of bitterness and assholery he finally took the exit. It was bittersweet watching my first real boyfriend go under such awful circumstances.

So that left me. The Senior. Another lifetime, this time as a forever young and impossibly hot and sexually charged woman. I didn’t forget my past life, but at a certain point my time in here surpassed the time I’d ever spent as a man.

I put on my sexiest lingerie, my hottest dress, did my makeup and hair, put on my cutest earrings, strapped on my fiercest heels, and went to the party in style.

I made the rounds, saying hi to everyone I was friends with. Savoring the moment as I swayed a little to the music, dancing with my boys and girls. Moving closer to the door.

When no one was looking, I took a deep breath, turned the door handle, opened it wide, stepped out, and —