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The Tome
By Bill Hart
The dance was... well the dance.
What could possibly be said about some dumb school dance that hadn't
been said many - probably billions and billions of times - before?
I'd come here alone. I suppose a lot of people were surprised I'd even
bothered coming to this dance. But those who weren't at all surprised
by my presence were not in the least surprised I was alone. Everyone in
town - it was more often than not a curse living in such a small
community - knew that my longtime girlfriend Fanny had dumped me just
last week.
And Fanny - everyone else called her Frances or just Fran - had made
matters even worse for me by making a date for the dance with Roger
Westland. I'd always called him the Weasel. In my opinion, he just
looked like one. But then, I was a very biased observer where he was
concerned.
Of course, neither Fanny nor the Weasel knew this would be their first
as well as their last date. No one other than me even knew that Fanny
would be leaving the dance with me. No one, save me of course, would
remember they'd arrived together. And I didn't really give a rat's ass
with whom Roger left the dance. Once the dance ended came to a close
this evening, the foolish boy would no longer remain my rival for
Fanny's attentions.
Tonight, I would cast two spells that were solely intended to improve
my life. They were very simple spells; they were just two among the
many I'd found in that ancient old tome I'd found amidst the dust and
cobwebs and subsequently purchased in that odd used book shop that
might have even been older than the tome itself.
I could still hear the words the proprietress - a toothless old hag,
who might have easily passed as a witch - had cackled that day. "Be
thee sure this be what thee be wanting, lad?" She'd simply smiled when
I gave her her asking price. But even as I'd been leaving, she added,
"Be thee ware of thine wants."
Once I saw Fanny and the Weasel entering the hall, I cast the first of
those spells I'd found in that ancient old tome.
The spell worked... just as I knew it would.
Fanny made her way unerringly to me. I could tell that Roger, poor
foolish schmuck that he was, was thoroughly pissed. Once she reached my
side, she smiled at me playfully.
"Hi Larry," she whispered sexily before kissing me with far more
passion than she ever had before.
"What the hell do you think you're doing, Fran?" asked Roger angrily.
Although she clearly wasn't happy about doing it, Fanny pulled back
from me and glared at Roger.
"You can be such a silly little boy at times, Roger," she replied. "Not
that it's really any of your business, I'm kissing my boyfriend Larry.
Just what does it look like I'm doing?"
"He's not your boyfriend," objected Roger. "I am."
I just loved the look of confusion showing in his eyes. And it got even
better... very quickly
"Why would you ever think I'm your girlfriend, Roger?"
"Why wouldn't I think that? You broke up with Larry last week," replied
Roger. "You came to the dance tonight with me."
"No, I didn't. Why would I? I came with my boyfriend Larry," replied
Frances. "Just what makes you think I would have ever broken up with
Larry in the first place?" she asked. "I love him. We're going to get
married. I'm going to have his babies. We're going to have lots of
children."
Married?
Babies?
Lots of children?
I definitely didn't remember seeing anything about getting married or
even having one baby in that spell I'd cast over Fanny. Might I have
missed something in my translation as I'd read it over? I wasn't too
sure I wanted to be married just yet. And just the idea of becoming a
father was quite a long ways down on my list of priorities.
"What's wrong with you, Fran?"
Not that I was in anyway surprised, Roger continued to ignore me and my
presence. How could the simpleton have possibly imagined I was
responsible for these changes in Fanny?
At that moment, I cast the second of my spells.
"I don't know what you might mean. There's absolutely nothing wrong
with me, Rosalie Westland," snapped Frances. "Why would you think there
might be something wrong with me?"
"Rosalie?" whispered Roger. The melodic sound of his suddenly sexy, now
undeniably soprano, voice seemed to surprise him. "What's going on
here?" After absently brushing the strands of his newly lengthened
brown hair away from his face, his hand casually slid down to his
chest. His eyes widened. "Tits! I've got a pair of tits!" he exclaimed,
once he realized exactly what his hands were cradling. "How the hell
did I get a pair of tits?"
I had to smile at his despair. Even if no one other than Roger and me
noticed anything different just then, a nice firm pair of adequately
sized boobs wasn't the only thing that had changed about Roger. Or
maybe I should - just as Fanny already had - call her Rosalie now,
since that name certainly fit her far better now than Roger did.
Fanny stared at the confused girl. "Are you sure you're all right,
Rosie?" she asked with growing concern. "You've been acting strangely
ever since we got here."
Rosalie slowly shook her head. "I don't really know what's wrong,
Fanny. I feel kind of funny all of a sudden." I could tell her thoughts
were becoming more those of Rosalie than Roger. It wouldn't be long
now. However, as she looked over at me, she smiled so oddly. "Just when
did you get here, Lani?"
"What the hell?" I mumbled, surprised at the sound of the abruptly
higher pitch of my own voice. "Why did you just call me Lani?" I asked,
as those same unmistakably feminine tones echoed in my ears.
"It's your name, silly," replied Fanny with a wide smile.
I wasn't overly surprised by Fanny's response. I'd already guessed it
must be my name once I'd heard my soprano voice. How had I failed to
notice any of these changes in my own body? Had I been that engrossed
in Roger's change into Rosie that I'd missed what had happened to me?
Very clearly - although I had no idea why - that last spell I'd cast on
Roger had not only transformed him into Rosie, but it had also somehow
turned me into Lani. When I got home, I'd have to get the tome out so I
could check that spell again.
I slowly shook my head. I had blonde hair now. I could also tell it was
about shoulder length as it kept swishing about my head. And it also
felt really strange having these boobs hanging from my chest. They were
so big. How could I possibly have failed to notice them before now? I
was going to have to get out here as soon as I could. I needed to find
the spell that would reverse the one I'd somehow cast unknowingly on
myself.
"You know what I think?" asked Fanny.
"What?" replied Rosie.
I shook my head again. I wanted to giggle, but somehow - I don't know
how - I managed to suppress it. Something wasn't right about this. But
I had no idea what might be wrong.
"I really think there should be some single guys here."
"You're right, Fanny."
I shook my head again. That had to be what was wrong. What else could
it be? My girlfriends Fanny and Rosie and I had come here together
tonight looking for single guys. They were trying to make me feel
better since my longtime boyfriend Frank had dumped me last week for
some trashy bimbo slut.
Although it didn't feel right blowing my horn, the three of us were
really hot babes. And we were on the prowl.
Just where the hell were the equally hot handsome hunks hiding?
---
In an odd out of the way book shop, an ancient tome of spells appeared
once more, just as it had countless times before, amidst the cobwebs
and the dust covering the counter.
For a moment, the old crone stared at the returned old tome. "I be not
surprised, foolish lass," she cackled with glee.
END
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