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Moving Off Campus
By Mistress Amanda
It was the start of a new school year and the guys were moving
into a new house. They all had met in the dorms and had decided
last school year to find a place to live off campus. They looked
for quite a while until they found a big old house for rent. On
the plus side it was big enough for all 7 of them. They had
started to wonder if they should split up and look for 2
apartments. The one drawback was the location. The house was
about 5 miles from campus in a residential neighborhood that did
not include many other college students. The guys discussed it
and decided they would probably drive anyway and didn't need to
be that close to campus.
The guys had gotten pretty close last year and were excited about
the upcoming school year. They didn't waste much time and planned
a big party for the first night in the house. It was great to
have a place to spread out. The party was a bigger hit than the
guys thought. At one point there were probably a little more than
100 people inside or out in the back yard. The festivities went
on until 3:00 in the morning before everybody called it a night.
The next day Bill was outside picking up plastic cups and other
trash that was out in the yard. He was alongside the house when
an elderly lady from next door tried to catch his attention.
"Excuse me. Hello, you over there."
Bill looked up and saw the lady was talking to him. He walked
over and met the woman at the short wooden fence that separated
the two yards. Bill watched the lady as she labored to walk the
short distance. She was hunched over a bit and he wondered just
how old the lady was.
"Hi. My name is Isabella Monticeau. I've lived in this house for
45 years. I'd like to welcome you to the neighborhood."
Bill said, "Thank you." very politely as if talking to his own
grandma.
"I would also like to talk to you about the noise last night.
Things over here were very loud and disturbing. That doesn't
really fit into this neighborhood. I really don't know if it fits
into any neighborhood actually." With that she reached into her
sweater pocket and pulled out a pair of hot pink thong underwear.
"I found these next to a bunch of my flattened flowers just on
this side of the fence. I have a hunch they might have belonged
to one of your guests who happened to wander over here last
night."
"Ms. Monticeau, I am so sorry. Please let me apologize for last
night. Let me pay you for whatever damage was done and promise
you that it will not happen again. We don't want to start off on
the wrong foot."
"Thank you for understanding what I was saying to you. I really
think we can get along as neighbors." With that she turned around
and slowly walked back to the house. Bill glanced down at the
panties and turned with a quick smirk.
"Look what happened last night," he declared as he walked in the
house waving the thong above his head. "Somebody did the ol'
hippity-dippity in the neighbor's yard. The old lady is pissed,
but I think I handled it." Four of the guys were laying in the
living room watching a movie and heard Bill's announcement.
Doug jumped off the couch, "I bet those are Cindy's. Did you see
how short the skirt she was wearing last night? My God, she was
so hot and I caught a glimpse of those bad boys last night." He
grabbed the panties from Bill, brought them up to his face and
took a quick sniff. He laughed out loud and shouted, "I wonder
who Romeo was last night?"
The guys joked around some more about the party, the thong and
how to get in Cindy Fuller's pants. The level of this
conversation was par for the course in the house. As the next few
weeks went along, there were more parties and more run-ins with
the neighbor. Ms. Monticeau would always talk to one of them the
next day and they would always tell her they would tell her it
wouldn't happen again. She had talked to all 7 guys at one time
or another ? in fact, Matt 3 times and Ben twice.
It was late October and the guys had been planning a Halloween
party for a couple of weeks. The thought was to make enough off
this party to pay November's rent. It would be their biggest
party yet.
Kyle was the first home from class on Halloween afternoon. Taped
to the door was a copy of the flyer they had been passing around
campus to "close friends". On the back was some writing:
I've asked you boys countless times to stop the noise and
parties. All I have gotten is fake concern and empty
promises. I have become aware of your party plans for
tonight. I'm asking you for the last time to stop. If you
have your party and things are like they have been, then
you will certainly be sorry. I may be old, but I have my
ways of taking care of things.
Kyle took the note off the door and posted it on the fridge. He
knew his roommates would get a nice chuckle out of being
threatened by an 85 year old lady. Mike got home and they took
off to get the kegs, laughing about the note as they walked out
the door.
Ben woke up first. He stumbled down the upstairs hallway towards
the bathroom. His eyes were only open a slit and his balance was
off and he felt as if he might fall over a couple of times. The
cool toilet seat on his butt woke him up a little and then he
heard the tinkle in the bowl. Hearing that sound, Ben's eyes
opened wide. He looked to his right and the mirror was filled
with a tan, long legged brunette sitting on the toilet with a
pair of orange shorts around her ankles. He reached for some
toilet paper noticing the feminine hands with deep red nails. It
must have be reflex to move his hand to wipe, but as he was about
to do so, his thoughts turned to his crotch.
"My penis, oh my God, this can't be." He heard the high pitched
voice and looked at the mirror again. He stood up, pulling up the
shorts.
Looking back at him was a very familiar face. The long curly
brown hair, the big brown eyes and freckles were something he had
seen hundreds of times. He was looking at Shelli, his favorite
waitress down at Hooters. She was a bombshell and was always very
playful when Ben tried to flirt with her. She was looking back at
him from the mirror. He was standing there in her body, dressed
in the Hooters tank that accentuated her chest and those short
shorts. This was the most screwed up, vivid dream he had ever
had. He liked being able to stare at this girl he had drooled
over so many times. He decided he was going to make this a great
dream. He took hold of the tank top and lifted it over his head.
He brushed the hair out of his eyes and saw the sight he had only
imagined in past. The breasts were so perfect. They were probably
D cup, but they were very perky. The lack of a tan line hinted at
the fact that these beautiful breasts had seen the sun a few
times. His hand was soon on the nipple and the slow soft touch
created an unbelievable warm feeling. His knees buckled a little
and he tilted his head back and to the side with a huge grin.
Ben was snapped out of this very stimulating moment when he heard
a cough come out of his room. It did not sound like his roommate,
but Ben was excited to find out who the next player in his dream
might be. The house had 6 bedrooms and 7 guys, so Ben and Trent
shared the biggest room. They drew the short straws on move-in
day, but neither was bothered by the shared space. Ben (as
Shelli) walked down the hall and felt the bounce of his
unsupported boobs. He thought, "My God, I see why girls would
spend so much for a good bra."
He turned the corner to see Sarah Michelle Geller sitting up in
Trent's bed rubbing her eyes. She was dressed exactly like the
Buffy poster Trent had over his desk. The outfit was sort of a
red and black leather corset dress with a cape that made her look
like the sexiest vampire ever imagined. Buffy had shaken off the
sleep (although her hair and makeup were flawless) to see a bare
chested girl standing and staring. "Um, can I help you?"
"I don't know, are you here looking for me or Trent?" Ben replied
almost forgetting that he was standing there as a topless Hooters
girl.
Buffy was holding her throat and had the most confused look on
her face. "I am Trent. What are you doing in my room? Hey, you're
that girl that Ben is obsessed with. Cindy, right?"
"No, dumb ass. I am Ben and you're in my dream as Buffy. Plus,
I'm not obsessed and her name is Shelli."
Buffy (or Trent) looked down and saw his body. He saw the long
well manicured fingernails. He couldn't help but notice the tight
constricting dress that had breasts almost pouring out the top.
He turned to the mirror. He immediately recognized himself to
look exactly like the poster.
"This can't be." The sound of the words were still strange to
Trent. "If this is your dream, how am I having the same dream?
All I remember is getting ready for the party and then I woke up
dressed like this and saw my roommate come in as the babe from
Hooters. What the hell happened last night? Did you slip me some
kind of weird drug, you stupid pothead? This is so far from
funny. You know I'm not into that shit."
"No! I'm not out to get this house stoned. I don't remember the
party either. Something ain't right. Let's go downstairs. The
place should be trashed if the party did really happen."
The two walked to the stairs like some kind of adult cinema
superheroes. Super Buffy and Hootergirl. Ben was feeling chilled
and looked down to see his nipples were rock hard. He paused to
put the tank top back on. The friction pulling the shirt on felt
extraordinary and the shirt did very little to hide the nipples.
Trent was trying very carefully not to twist an ankle or fall
down the stairs. The high heels made it hard to stand, let alone
walk and he was unable to move as fast as Ben.
The living room was cleaner than it had ever been before.
Everything was clean and picked up. "This is not happening," came
the response, albeit in two feminine voices.
Trent walked into the kitchen and saw a spotless room. His eyes
immediately caught the fridge door. It was clear of all the usual
crap hanging there. It had one of the orange flyers they had been
passing out to promote their party. Except it was the back side
and it had some handwriting on it. Trent heard about the note
from the nag next door, but hadn't looked at it. He pulled it
down and began to read. It wasn't the same as yesterday.
Boys, I have tried and tried to make you understand. I even
gave you one last chance to change your ways. But I did say
you'd be sorry. You may be unaware, but I am a witch.
Halloween is very special to us witches. I cast a spell on
the 7 of you. As soon as the first guest arrived you and
that unlucky guest were transformed into the person you
were thinking about the last time you were masturbating.
You will be stuck like this forever and I know I will take
some joy in seeing you treated as you have treated women in
the past.
Isabella.
Ben decided it was time to check on everyone. He mumbled, "This
can't be happening." under his breath as he walked back to the
back bedroom. Trent had just made it to the kitchen and Ben heard
a sobbing as he walked out of the kitchen. Ben opened the bedroom
door without knocking.
Everything seemed right in here. He looked at Matt and his
girlfriend sleeping in bed and thought he was waking up. He
turned and looked in the mirror, only to see the same sight as
earlier. It was the first time he had ever been disappointed to
see his favorite Hooter's waitress.
"What the hell are you doing walking..." The yelling stopped mid
sentence. Ben spun to see Jessica yelling at him. When he turned
he saw Jessica sitting up in bed looking over at Matt with the
weirdest look on her face. She glanced at Ben and then back to
Matt. "Why am I looking at myself sleep? Who are you and what are
you doing?" Jessica looked down briefly. "Oh my God! Why am I
Jessica? What the..." She was talking a mile a minute.
Ben spoke up, "Just a second, I'll try to explain. Matt, I know
that is you. Right now you look like Jessica. This is Ben. I look
like Shelli from Hooters. I think the old hag next door is a
witch. The note she put on the door yesterday was still on the
fridge this morning, but the words changed. It says she put a
spell on us to change into the person we last beat off thinking
about. So that's why I am Shelli. Trent is Buffy from that damn
poster. You are Jessica and I hope to God that's her as you. I
haven't been around to see everyone else."
"You mean that bitch changed us all to women."
He threw the covers back and went to get out of bed. He was
dressed as a French maid, kind of. The costume from the waist up
was see-through mesh except for the lace collar and cuffs.
Jessica did have nice breasts and you could see them plain as day
through the mesh. The areolas were bigger than half dollars and
were very dark. Matt realized what he was wearing immediately and
raised his hands to cover his boobs. Below the waist was a solid
black skirt with a tiny white lace apron on top and a frilly
white petticoat under the skirt that made it stand way out. The
feel of the silky black stockings that went to mid thigh was very
different. The cool air made it feel like he wasn't wearing
anything but the slightest move gave him a brush of silk against
his smooth legs. The black pumps were shiny enough to double as
tiny mirrors.
He remembered a week ago when he came back from class to find
Jessica waiting with a personal Halloween party just for him. She
looked absolutely awesome. The best was when she guided his hand
underneath the skirt and through all the fluff and frills. She
had gone without panties and she was wet with anticipation. They
had some of the most incredible sex right then and there. He got
a Polaroid of her dressed up and had looked at it many times in
the last week. He didn't know that picture was going to change
his life.
Just then Jessica (now looking like Matt) began to stir under the
covers. Her eyes opened just slightly and she looked confused.
She went from slits to wide eyed quickly, but wasn't quite sure
why she was looking at herself talking to a Hooters girl in her
boyfriend's bedroom. She sat up and realized she wasn't herself.
The covers were still over her lower body, but she quickly
realized that she was her boyfriend dressed in his Halloween
costume. Matt had a great cowboy costume and after Jessica's
surprise visit, he put on his outfit for her. Thing is, the only
part he wore was the chaps, vest and gun holster. That left a lot
showing. She had a Polaroid of that and now she looked like him
on that day.
Ben turned and left Matt to explain to his girlfriend why they
looked like each other. Jessica had the misfortune of being the
first guest to arrive. Ben had the thought that they were lucky
to have each other and they could maybe step into each other's
life. Ben had no idea how things were going to change for him. He
headed back to the front part of the house. He walked through the
kitchen, to the living room only to see Trent spread eagle on the
couch. He never thought he would see Buffy one leg over the back
of the couch, finger in her pussy staring at a picture of him and
his roommates. Obviously, Trent was trying to reverse the curse,
but Ben turned and walked away from a sight he would have paid to
see just a day earlier.
Ben popped his head into the front bedroom to check on Kyle.
Standing next to the closet starring into the full length mirror
was Anna Kornakova. She was in a white tennis outfit and damn if
she wasn't hot. The look on her face was one of disbelief and Ben
backed out of the room. He was too tired of repeating this shitty
story and he was too curious about his 3 other roommates.
As he came out of Kyle's room he saw Jenny McCarthy rounding the
corner towards the bathroom. Ben immediately knew it was Mike.
Mike's bedroom was the other one on the ground floor and this
issue of Maxim with Jenny McCarthy always floated to the top of
the stack after Mike used the bathroom. She was in a very tight
black skirt and top made of vinyl or some other really shiny
material. And she was a brunette. Mike wasn't a morning person
and always stumbled to the bathroom with his eyes closed first
thing in the morning. Ben stayed out of his way. Ben was half way
up the stairs when he heard the scream from the restroom.
At the top of the stairs, was another sight Ben couldn't have
even dreamed up. One of the Victoria's Secret models was
comforting the girl that lived 2 blocks down. This girl was an
exercise freak and went by everyday on her run. She never had
more on than her sports bra and a pair of running shorts. She
taught an aerobics class over at the university gym that Bill had
joined just to see her. Ben couldn't see her face, but knew it
was her. The tight butt, ponytail and bright yellow sports bra
left no doubts in his mind.
Her face was buried in the shoulder of this lingerie model. Ben
did not know them by name, but had no doubt where he had seen
her. She was about a foot taller than Bill (some of that was high
heels vs. running shoes). It had to be Doug. He was the only one
left and he seemed to enjoy the fact that a house of 7 guys was
on the Victoria's Secret mailing list. It always came with the
name of the prior tenants. Bill was wearing matching leopard
print satin bra and panties. He was somewhat striking perched on
the high heels and had very professional looking hair and make
up.
Just then the front door slammed shut. "Oh girls, could you join
me in the living room."
Ben came down the stairs followed by Bill and Doug. They walked
into the living room to find the old lady with the most
mischievous grin on her face. Ben looked around and caught
himself almost laughing at the sight. Jenny McCarthy, a naughty
maid, an X-rated cowboy, Buffy, Anna Kornakova, exercise Karen
from down the street, a lingerie model and himself, a Hooters
girl. What a sight.
"I see you did not pay attention to my note yesterday. Ah, but
you never did listen to me. I wonder why that is? Well now you
are paying the price. I have found you all jobs that fit your new
body's. You will work those during the day. Each of your jobs
will be positions where you are more of an object than a person.
You all seemed to think of women that way. Judging from
appearances you weren't looking for the wholesome girl next door.
"Ben you will be a tightly clothed waitress, but not somewhere as
nice as a Hooters. You will be working at this little dive out by
the truck stop. You have to wear leather shorts and a tight white
shirt. Once an hour they have the waitresses come up and have a
little wet T-shirt contest. You will get as many roaming hands as
you will tips.
"Workout girl, I see you kept your lust in the neighborhood. You
are going to be the newest exotic dancer down at the Top Hat. The
good news is the pay is excellent but the customers want a show.
Hope you're not too shy.
"Douglas, you will be a lingerie model just like your fantasy
girl. The catalog won't be as mainstream as Victoria's Secret.
You will grace the pages of The XXX Files, a monthly catalog that
is mailed out in a brown paper wrapper. The clothes are leather,
PVC, crotchless, corseted or see through. You would have loved
being on the mailing list. Now you are one of the featured
models.
"The wax museum is proud to announce that Sara Michelle Geller
and Anna Kournakova impersonators will be the newest tour guides.
Everyday you will have to dress like you look right now and head
down to a boring job where you rattle off the same speech 25
times a day. All the time you will notice the undressing eyes of
every man in the tour group. Don't be too surprised if you are
the target of some rush week fraternity pranks. You've both heard
the rumors I'm sure.
"Unfortunately Mike, Jenny McCarthy's career is in the pooper.
You weren't famous enough for a shift at the wax museum. You are
going to be working in the adult film industry. You should be
able to coast on your resemblance there for awhile and hopefully
get the knack of getting screwed on camera for money. I really
didn't like you for some reason and will take some extra
gratification out of seeing you taking it up the ass in some
cheesy porno.
"Last but not least, the couple. Not the most romantic visual,
but seeing that you two were at least fantasizing about each
other is better than the rest of you slugs. Matt, you will be
working as a real maid. Believe it or not there is a cleaning
service here in town that offers the services of topless maids
for a little extra. You are going to have to get over your
tendency to fold your arms over your breasts. If the guys are
paying, they will most definitely want to see the goods.
"Jessica, you were the unfortunate soul in the wrong place at the
wrong time. You have a bone to pick with these womanizing idiots.
But before I feel too sorry for you, I will point out that you
were dating one and hung out here. You will be working a normal
job as a construction contractor. You will have the run of this
house when you come home at night. These "boys" will be your new
toys. Treat them as you will, as part of my spell they will be
unable to deny any request you make. Careful not to get too busy,
as all 7 of these new beauties will be as fertile as can be once
a month. If you think things look bad now, the last thing you
guys will want is to be knocked up."
Isabella turned to walk out with a crooked smile on her face. "Oh
and don't even get the idea in your pretty little heads to run
away from here. If you don't like your situation right now, you
wouldn't believe what I would do to you if you weren't living
here. By the way, I get a piece of your new salaries. I created
these beautiful bodies and expect a little compensation. Your
rent just tripled. I guess I never mentioned that I owned the
real estate company that rents you this house. Huh. I can't
believe I didn't let you know. See you girls later."
Jaws gaping wide open the lingerie model, ex-MTV hostess,
exercise instructor, tennis pro, well endowed waitress, teen
vampire, the costumed duo of maid and cowboy all stared at one
another. The common thought for all was how they ended up with a
damn witch as a neighbor and landlord.
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