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Partying with the Sorcerers' Guild By Bill Hart Larry stared at his best friend in stunned total disbelief. "You're kidding. Right? Let me see if I've got all of this straight, Mark. You want me... to dress up in the clothes of some girl so you can take me... as your date... to this weird party being thrown by some of your seriously spaced out nutcase friends." Larry crossed his arms over his chest. "Is that about it, Mark?" "My friends are not nutcases, Larry," replied Mark in swift defense of his friends and colleagues. "I'll have you know that the members of the Sorcerers' Guild are just a little bit different than everyone else. The leaders of our guild are high masters of both sorcery and wizardry that have taken the worthy and noble challenge upon themselves to apprentice me, as well as several others, as lowly novice magic users." Larry looked askance at his friend, then slowly shook his head. "You can believe whatever you want to believe. They're still nothing more than a bunch of serious nutcases with more than few loose screws, just like I said." Larry shook his head again. "What is with you anyway. You're just so damn gullible sometimes. There's no such thing as magic," he declared. "You're just getting into something really weird with a bunch of certifiable loons guiding you. Although I don't know what they think they're going to get from you, this has got to be some kind of con job." "But this isn't any kind of con job at all," objected Mark. "It's simply genuine magic; it's the real thing. And this new exercise I have to show you is just the latest test for my own growing magical abilities." Mark paused for a moment, but quickly decided it wasn't helping convince his friend. "C'mon, Larry. Please. I need your help tonight," he pleaded. "If I can't find someone to go with me to the Guild Party tonight after I've transformed him into woman, then I'm gonna fail my test, lose my apprenticeship, and probably get bounced right out of the guild." "That's a bad thing? It actually might be the best thing that ever happened to you," replied Larry. "Even though you're my best friend, I've always thought you were a little bit on the weird side. But this tops the cake. You've been getting weirder and weirder ever since you met and began hanging out with that group of loony tunes." "I have not," objected Mark. "I'm not behaving any differently now than I was before I met them." "Yes, you have. And yes, you are. You just don't see it the same way I do," repeated Larry. "I'm not going to waste any more time arguing with you about this. Do whatever you want to do," sighed Larry. "I know. Why don't you just go out and find some lucky girl to take as your date to this party of yours tonight. I would have to think that a real live girl would make a far more convincing girl than I ever would. And I'd also be willing to bet you that your so called masters of sorcery and wizardry will probably never even notice any real difference." Mark looked appalled by the suggestion he'd just heard from his best friend. "But I can't possibly take a real girl to the guild party, Larry. That would be cheating. And you know I've never cheated on any test in my whole life." Mark slowly shook his head. "You're also wrong about them not noticing any difference between a real girl and a boy turned into a girl. They've caught several other lowly apprentices cheating on tests before; they'd know right away if I tried to cheat. I'd probably be expelled with prejudice from the guild. They might even turn me into an old warty toad as an example to the others." Mark took a long deep breath in an effort to calm himself. "The requirements are crystal clear. I have to take a guy to the party tonight - I'd really hoped it would be you - after I've suitably transformed him into a girl. I just thought that you, my best friend in the whole world, would want to help me out with this test." Mark sighed. "I'd really hate to ask Eddie or Steve from next door to help me with this. But if I must I must." "That was a really nice try, Mark," smiled Larry. "On the other hand, have you ever given serious thought about becoming a Jewish mother? You're pretty good at it, I'll grant you that. But you're still not good enough to make me fall for that old heavy-duty guilt trip shit you're trying to shovel, especially when you're using those two geeky computer nerds down the hall." Larry shook his head. "Whatever clothes you have for me to wear, I still won't make an overly convincing girl. You have to know that as well as I do, Mark. I'm taller than you. I weigh more than you. I'm stronger than you." Larry's smile suddenly widened. "As a matter of fact, of the two of us, I think you'd make a far more convincing girl than I ever would. "Why don't you go get dressed up in those girl clothes? Once you're dressed, I'll take you to your stupid guild party where you can simply tell them you changed yourself into a girl." "I can't do that either, Larry. It just wouldn't be right. Since we haven't even studied self-transformations yet, it would be the same as cheating," replied Mark. "I'm the apprentice of the guild, not you. I'm the one whose knowledge is being tested, not you. I must show up as the guy, not you or whomever else I wind up taking." Mark suddenly began smiling. "Wanna know something interesting, Larry? All those reasons you gave against you becoming a girl simply make you the most perfect subject for my spell." "Oh really." Larry sighed in mild annoyance. "I just don't see how my dressing up as a girl can possibly help you very much." "You're right about that, Larry. If all you did was simply dress up like a girl, then you wouldn't be very much help to me." "So why should I bother?" "That's a real simple question to answer. I still have a lot more magic to learn from them," replied Mark. "If I really study long and hard, then maybe I can become a master wizard or possibly even a sorcerer supreme someday." Mark began grinning like a Cheshire cat. "Besides, when we go to the party tonight, you won't be simply another boy dressed up in girls' clothing. You'll actually be the girl I've changed you into for all practical purposes." "Yeah, right. I suppose I'll have big boobs and a wet pussy," quipped Larry snidely. "Just how do you think you're gonna pull off this transformation of me into this girl of yours?" Mark slowly shook his head. "Not that I'm overly surprised, you haven't been paying any attention to me. Have you, Larry?" he replied. "I'm gonna change you with a magic spell just like I've been telling you over and over for the last hour or so. Just how else would you think an apprentice wizard like me would go about changing someone's sex? As I've already tried explaining to you several times, my last lesson was this fascinating gender changing spell. The practical theory behind the gender change spell wasn't overly difficult to learn. I passed that part of my lesson with flying colors. But I still have to cast the spell on someone before I can move one. It's simply a practical physical demonstration that's required to make absolutely sure I've fully mastered the mechanics of the lesson." Mark began smiling sheepishly at his friend. "That's where you come in to all of this, Larry. The demonstration of my mastery of the spell requires me to change one of my male friends into a woman. And then I have to bring him - or rather her, I suppose - to the party tonight so my work can be seen by my peers and it can be judged and graded by the Masters." "I'm really touched that you thought of me for this rather dubious honor. How very nice of you?" replied Larry. "Would you mind answering a very simple question for me? Just how much are these stupid sorcery lessons costing you?" "Not all that much. They're actually a real bargain." "I'll just bet they're a real bargain," snapped Larry. "Anything you're paying over nothing is already far too much." "Are you going to help me out with this or not?" "I really don't know how you can be so consistently gullible," sighed Larry. "You're continually falling for the stupidest things over and over again. People like them just take advantage of people like you. They see you coming and start drooling in anticipation." Knowing they'd had this argument many times before and probably would again, Larry shrugged his shoulders. "There is simply no such thing as magic, Mark." "Yes, there is." "No, there isn't." "Of course there is, Larry," argued Mark. "How could I be learning all about magic from the masters at the guild if it didn't really exist?" Larry shook his head, knowing they must have seen his friend coming from several miles away and taken full advantage of his gullibility. "We can argue like this for the next several days and we'll never solve anything." "I suppose that's probably true," grinned Mark. "But I just don't have those several days necessary to convince you of anything. What if I can prove to you that magic exists?" "How can you possibly prove something that doesn't really exist actually exists?" "It's really very simple, Larry. Let me cast the gender changing spell I've learned on you," replied Mark confidently. "If you change into a woman as a result of the spell, then you'll go with me to the party without any more complaints. If nothing happens to you after I've cast the spell and you remain your old sour skeptical male self, then you don't have to go to the party with me tonight. I'll go out and find someone else to turn into a woman and accompany me." Larry smiled. "I'll agree to your dumb little experiment provided we make one small, very minor change in your terms." "What small minor change would you want to make?" "If nothing happens to me, then you not only don't go to this party tonight, but you also give up all this stupid hocus pocus mumbo jumbo magical nonsense of yours." "Agreed," grinned Mark quickly. Mark's quick agreement to the change of terms worried Larry. He'd been expecting a little more resistance from Mark and at least some attempt at further negotiation of terms. Mark was not only gullible but he was also fairly stubborn. He seldom gave up anything quickly, unless he was also fairly certain of winning. But Larry knew that Mark couldn't possibly win this time. He simply couldn't prove magic existed; there was no such thing as magic. "Now that we've agreed on the terms, let's not waste any more time." Mark looked into Larry's eyes and began his spell. "Let he who now stands before me, Be altered in form for all to see. Presently that most definitely male, Give way to that decidedly female. Be now one with all my dreams, Without ado or undue screams." Even before Mark had completed casting his spell, Larry had begun laughing. "How can something that sounds so pathetically lame supposedly be a gender-changing spell? Or any kind of a dumb spell, for that matter?" And then suddenly Larry's laughter abruptly ceased. Strange feelings of increasing oddness had suddenly begun coursing throughout his body. Although he had no idea what could be happening to him, he knew he wasn't going to like it at all. He wanted to scream, but couldn't. "Just what the hell's going on here?" asked Larry, his voice cracking with each syllable spoken. While suppressing a smile, Mark remained silent while he watched the start of the changes taking place in his friend. Over and over he'd told Larry that magic existed and now, not that he'd ever believed otherwise, Mark felt fully vindicated. Larry would simply have to believe in magic now. How could he not believe? Larry wanted proof, so Larry was now his own proof positive. Within only a few minutes, the appearance of the previously doubting Larry had been altered significantly. He was now several inches shorter than Mark, instead of being those same several inches taller. He probably weighed no more than 115 pounds - dripping wet - now, which was not only far less than Mark weighed but less than half what Larry himself had previously weighed. And he was also very definitely no longer the stronger of the two. Larry's formerly closely cropped dark brown hair was now even darker in color. In addition, his mass of now ebony hair now draped over his shoulders. His hips had appreciably widened. At the same time, his waist had noticeably shrunk. And even worse than any of that - at least from Larry's standpoint - he'd also acquired a conspicuously firm and full pair of medium-sized female breasts. In a single word, Larry had been transformed - just as Mark had told him he would - into a girl. Larry wasn't a happy camper. "How the hell did you do this to me?" asked Larry in a soft voice that no longer cracked, having already completed its readjustment upward by a full octave. Larry's new slender hand slowly slid down the front of his now ill-fitting pants. "It was magic, Larry," replied Mark. He was filled with great pride at his accomplishment. After all, Larry was the very first boy he'd ever changed into a girl and he thought he'd done a really good job of it. "Just how many times do I have to keep repeating myself about the magic and all the spells I've been learning before you finally start believing me?" Larry noticeably paled when his probing hand could find no trace of that rather important piece of his own anatomy it had been seeking. And yet he immediately recognized exactly what his hand had actually discovered in its place, even though he didn't want to believe it. "You did it," he said with surprise. "I really am a girl now. I've even got a damp pussy. However, now that you've had your fun and made your point, you just gotta change me back into a guy right away, Mark. I don't want to remain a girl." "You're not getting changed back until after we come back from the guild party, Larry," smiled Mark. "We had a deal - remember? You just lost." "Oh yeah - the deal," mumbled Larry. "I suppose I wouldn't be much of a friend if I reneged on our deal after the fact." Although to be quite truthful, Larry was fairly certain that reneging on this deal would in all likelihood make him feel a whole lot happier than he currently felt. *** As Larry and Mark arrived outside the house where the Sorcerer's Guild party was being thrown, Mark looked over his date very carefully. "What are you doing?" snapped Larry. "You wanna know something, Larry?" smiled Mark. "I'll bet you never expected to ever hear something like this from me, but you've transformed into an exceptionally attractive woman." Not really wanting to hear any part of it, Larry frowned back. "And to think you didn't even need to cast some stupid spell in order to become a complete fucking asshole," he snapped angrily. "When the hell did you put that goddamn full-length mirror in your room? I really can't believe you had these clothes just lying around in your room." The short tight skirt Larry was now wearing exposed his new long and lean sexy legs for the whole world to view. To make matters even worse, the tightness of his new skirt also made it abundantly clear - that was probably the whole point in wearing the damn thing - its wearer was totally and undeniably someone of the female persuasion. Several dozen guys had even whistled at him and made unrepeatable suggestions as he and Mark had walked the short distance to the Guild House. Larry had felt so embarrassed by all the attention. He just wanted to curl up into a small ball and die. However, with far greater ease than he could have ever imagined, Larry also balanced himself - just as if he'd been wearing them for years and years - on platform shoes with three inch heels. Even though he didn't know what else Mark might have done to him with his spell, Larry realized he even walked more like a girl now. He could feel his widened hips swiveling back and forth while his new breasts jiggled constantly. But then, Larry had no other real options in how he actually moved. As far as he could tell, bodies like this slinky one he now possessed just sort of naturally moved the way he now moved. It wasn't any great surprise that he'd garnered so much interest from so many guys along the way. At the same time, this sleeveless halter top he was wearing still bothered him a little. Larry wished it would fit a little less snugly on his shapely upper body. He was also glad that his new breasts were no larger than they already were. This skimpy halter top, as tight as it already was, would have had real problems coping with anything larger. However, all of this was still very difficult for Larry to believe. He could still remember looking into that mirror at Mark's where he'd seen the gorgeous raven-haired babe with the sexy green eyes he would have eagerly hit on if only she'd only been someone other than him. "Are you feeling all right, Larry?" "Hell no, I'm not feeling all right. Why should I feel all right?" snapped Larry. "Take a good look at me. I'm a girl. I've got boobs and a pussy. But at least no one will know who I really am." The door suddenly and unexpectedly opened. An odd young man - apparently their own age, give or take - had opened the door. "Greetings and salutations Mark Thompson, mine young apprentice. Methought I heard someone out here upon the porch awaiting entry." Mark bowed in deference to the odd young man. "Greetings and salutations from your most humble apprentice, Master Isaac." "Oh brother," grumbled Larry. He also couldn't keep from thinking to himself, what a goddamn crock of horse manure. As Master Isaac turned to Larry, he smiled in a way that made Larry apprehensive. "And my greetings and felicitations to you as well, Larry Wiltshire, most comely young date of mine young apprentice." Having watched Larry's mouth gape open in stunned surprise, Isaac turned his full attention back to Mark. "I am most impressed by your mastery of this common gender altering spell, mine young apprentice. You shall most assuredly be judged quite highly and receive a passing mark for your excellent effort with your unbelieving roommate." Once again he turned and smiled at Larry. That smile really worried Larry even more than the previous one had. "Thank you, Master Isaac." Mark beamed with pride at the compliment from his master. Larry stared at Isaac for a moment. "Just how the hell did you know who I am?" "How could I not know who you are, my dear child? I am Isaac, Marks' Master in all grand things wizardly, Miss Wiltshire." Master Isaac accentuated the 'Miss', something Larry found very annoying. "And Mark is mine young apprentice," he added haughtily. "All that is known by and to him is equally known by and to me. An apprentice is never allowed to keep any secrets from his master, my dear girl." Once again, Isaac returned his full attention to Mark. "It might be best for you and your winsome young guest to come inside the hall. I'm sure all the others assembled here will thoroughly enjoy and be amazed by this showcasing of your complete and total mastery of your assigned lesson that the divinely lovely Miss Wiltshire here clearly represents. But bear in mind, be most careful tonight," he smiled. "I'm convinced that such a comely young wench as Miss Wiltshire has now become shall undoubtedly be greatly desired by several of the others in attendance tonight." With that, Isaac swiftly turned and disappeared into the crowded room. "Just what the hell did he mean by that damn little crack?" "Take it easy, Larry. I'm sure he meant nothing at all," replied Mark calmly. "It was a little compliment. You just need to learn to relax and not be so damn suspicious of everybody all the time. All Master Isaac was doing was complimenting me on how well I learned the gender bending spell." Larry stared at his friend for a long moment. As he shook his head, his long coal black locks swirled about his head and shoulders. "You might possibly be right about that, Mark," he replied, even though he didn't really believe that explanation for a minute. "It sure as hell didn't sound like any kind of compliment addressed to you," he mumbled low enough that Mark failed to hear it. *** Once he and Mark went inside to join the rest of the guild partygoers, Larry was surprised with the great variety in appearance of all the girls he saw in the room. There were girls almost a foot taller than he was now. There were also girls almost a foot shorter than he had become. There were girls as thin as the skinniest rail he'd ever seen, as well as those large enough to easily pass as a commercial blimp. Were all these girls he saw really transformed boys? However, most of the girls he saw seemed to be - unlike his own recently obtained total babe status - generally just a little one side or the other of merely average in the looks department. Just remembering that remark Isaac had made about him being greatly desired by some of the others here tonight just before they'd entered still made him fell nervous. There were flat-chested girls that could have easily passed as young boys. And there were also several extremely busty girls that made his own moderately sized endowments seem equally flat by comparison. But that was just fine with Larry. "Are all these girls that are here tonight really guys?" asked Larry finally. "Most, but certainly not all of them are guys," replied Mark. "We also have a couple of apprentice witches and potential sorceresses active in the Guild. Their assignment was a little different from mine. They were required to change one of their girl friends into a man for the party tonight." "I'm sure they all loved becoming boys as much as I did becoming a girl," said Larry sarcastically. But only a moment later, Larry saw a rather striking young brunette woman approaching them. He thought she was rather pretty and his new female body was soon reacting instinctively to his decidedly lustful male thoughts about her. However, just as was the case with his newly altered body, his new responses to her presence and his overtly male thoughts were far from being among those typically considered male. As she came nearer, the girl looked him over from head to toe. After only a few moments of apparent appraisal, she smiled, then said rather matter-of-factly, "This is very nice work you've done, Mark." Mark blushed brightly. "Thanks, Jennifer." "Jennifer?" replied Larry, his soprano voice sounding surprised. "You know, you really should start listening to me every once in a while," sighed Mark. "If you would have listened, then you might have remembered I just told you we had a couple of apprentice witches in the Sorcerer's Guild." "That's right, dear sweet Larry. I'm an apprentice witch and my name is Jennifer," she smiled back warmly. "Do you have a problem with my name being Jennifer, sweetie pie?" Her smile widened. "At least I'll assume you're Mark's roommate Larry until I'm told differently. I can certainly tell by the humorous way you're reacting to my presence that, even as a very pretty girl yourself, you still like girls far better than you like boys." Larry paled. He glared at Jennifer in surprise. "Does everybody in this damn room know who I really am," he snapped angrily at Mark. "I don't think that everyone knows who you really are," replied Mark sheepishly. "But I would have to guess that all the guild members more than likely know who you are. I'd be surprised if they didn't know who every one of our other transformed guests really are." Jennifer nodded her head in full agreement. "It's just that it's kind of hard to keep any real secrets from one another when we're all magic users. In addition to that, I'd guess that most of us, for all the obvious reasons, simply chose our roommates to transform into our dates for the evening." "That's just fucking great," sulked Larry. He was already wondering how he'd ever be able to show his face again anywhere in public after tonight. It had just gotten worse. "You really should worry about things far less than you do, sweetie pie," smiled Jennifer wickedly. "I think I know a little something that just might make you feel a whole lot better. How would you like to meet my roommate? I'm sure she'd like to meet you." "Is she a witch like you?" "Not at all, Larry," smiled Jennifer. "Although my master has always told me that the seeds of witchery exist in nearly everyone to some degree, a belief in the craft still remains a major requirement for that seed to properly germinate. A witch must believe in magic. Even a boy who believes can become a witch if he believes strongly enough." Jennifer paused to look quickly around the room. "The truth of the matter is my roommate didn't even believe in magic earlier tonight. Have either of you ever heard anything so ridiculous and absolutely silly in your entire life?" "I'd really like to see whatever you did with Allison." "I just knew you would, Mark," replied Jennifer warmly. "But how about you, Larry dear? I just know Allison would enjoy meeting someone as hot and attractive as you." Larry blushed brightly. With his current appearance, he didn't really want to meet this Allison, or anyone one else for that matter. But it also seemed he had no other real choice in the matter. "I take it that your roommate Allison is a girl?" "Normally she's a girl," smiled Jennifer mischievously. "But she's simply neither herself nor a girl tonight, my dear." "What the hell do you mean by that?" "How many times must I remind you that you must learn to listen to things more closely, Larry. I told you not that long ago that the apprentice witches in the guild - Jennifer here, for example - had to transform one of their girl friends into a guy for this party tonight." "I definitely think you and Allison will make an absolutely stunning couple," grinned Jennifer. "At least you will right up until the time I return him to her former female shape once more. I'm afraid that her movements in her new male form are still somewhat awkward - Master Jonathan wasn't too pleased about that and is grading me down because of it - but quite fortunately for you Allison still likes girls." "But you know I'm not really a girl, Jennifer." "I certainly know that, Larry. And I'm sure Allison would eventually figure it out for herself too, if she only took a little time to think about it. However, even you must know that just a single look in any mirror would tell you a remarkably different story." Jennifer's smile began curling up in a decidedly wicked manner. "On top of everything else, I'm afraid that Allie's always been just a little bit on the superficial and judgmental side in most of her relationships. She's almost always judged people solely on their physical appearances. At the same time, that's why I know she'll take one look at your pretty face and that tight little ass of yours and be all over that hot lithe sexy body of yours in a second, if it even takes that long." She nudged Mark in the ribs. "Hell, she might even get so worked up at the mere sight of you that she might even consider trying out her new male equipment. I'm sure if she did something like that with Larry it would definitely improve my grade." Larry's mouth dropped open in stunned shock. He couldn't begin to believe what Jennifer was suggesting to him. "But why would she want to do that?" "Larry, Larry, Larry," smiled Jennifer. "Allie's always been more than willing to try something new with one of her many girlfriends." Jennifer laughed at Larry's continued look of apparent confusion. "However, once Mark has transformed you back into your original male shape again, I'm afraid you'll simply become ancient history with her. When that finally happens, Allie will simply drop you faster than she would drop a hot potato." Larry shook his head slowly. Jennifer's last explanation hadn't helped clear anything up even a little bit. He was feeling more confused now than ever before. At the same time, he was also beginning to hate the way his long black hair kept swishing about his face whenever he shook his head. "I'm still a little confused," he admitted. "If you think that I, as a girl, am so perfect for her when she's a guy, then why would she want to drop me so quickly once I'm the guy and she's the girl again?" Jennifer turned towards Mark. "I think your roomie's either very dense or awfully naive. Since he's your friend, Mark, which do you think it is?" "I think it's probably a little of both," replied Mark. "At the same time, you really must take into consideration that he's never met Allie before. If he knew her, then he might already know the answer to his question. However, I also believe Larry's still feeling a little confused by everything that has already happened to him here tonight." Mark smiled at Jennifer. "Larry's never been a girl - pretty or otherwise - before tonight, you know." "I suppose that might easily explain it," mused Jennifer. "But I still think he should get out a little more; it couldn't really hurt him that much. Maybe once a month or so he'd really enjoy going out as one of the girls. I suppose I could show him the ropes." "What the hell are you two talking about?" "It's very simple, Larry," replied Mark. "Allie has never really been into boys all that much." "However, even though you're really a guy way deep down inside you," added Jennifer with another mischievous grin, "you're still exactly the kind of girl that Allie always seems to be lusting after." "Are you saying Allie likes other girls?" Suddenly, Larry finally realized what he was being told. "Are you trying to tell me that she's a lesbian?" "That's a whole two points for you, Larry sweetie," replied Jennifer. "But to be honest with you, right this instant in that body I've given her for this party, she'll very easily pass as a heterosexual male. I think it would be very nice of you to go over and offer her a little encouragement. I know she'd like that." "But Jennifer-" the flustered Larry began to object. "Now don't you go worrying about any of that stuff, Larry sweetie. I can easily cast a spell that will make both of you exceptionally hot and horny for each other, if you think that will make having sex with Allie a little easier for you to handle." Once again, Jennifer smiled at Larry. "You know, sweetie pie, from the hot sexy look of you, I kind of think you'd enjoy getting laid by a handsome young hunk. I'm also quite certain Allie wouldn't mind laying a hot babe like you either." Larry was completely stunned at the suggestion. Even though he had a hot sexy young female body, he wasn't about to go jumping into bed with another man, even if that man was really a girl in a male body. "I think I'll pass on that, if you don't mind." Jennifer glared daggers at Larry. "If you want to be a real asshole, that's all right with me. I certainly won't force you to have a little fun tonight that you won't ever get anywhere else." Jennifer turned to Mark. "However, I won't let your roomie's incredibly inexplicable rudeness spoil the rest of my evening of fun." Jennifer planted a long juicy wet one squarely on Mark's lips. "Whenever you decide you'd like to see Allison for yourself, come over and look me up. Whatever else you do, just don't bring this little killjoy asshole along with you." She then turned and headed back across the room. "What the hell did you do that for, Larry?" asked Mark. "Damnit all anyway! You really pissed her off. Have you got any idea just how long I've been trying to find some way of getting into Jennifer's panties? Up until tonight, she's always been rather aloof. You spoiled everything." "I'm sorry if I messed things up between the two of you," replied Larry. "But how else was I supposed to react when she was trying to set me up with some guy who's really one of her lesbian girlfriends." "Just what the hell is wrong with that? Just when the hell did you get so goddamn prudish anyway?" asked Mark. "You know, I might be able to understand your stupid attitude about Allie if you were both guys, or even if you were both girls. But you're not and never were. Right this instant she's a guy and you're a girl instead of the other way around. I just don't know what the hell difference it makes which one of you has which set of complementary plumbing." "That's easy for you to say. And just what do you mean by 'what the hell difference it makes'?" Larry looked aghast. "It's really a very simple explanation, Mark. I'm a guy; she's a girl. I like girls; so does she. Are you sure you're feeling all right?" "I'm feeling just fine," snapped Mark. "This is just fucking great, you know. I wouldn't be all that surprised if Jennifer thinks we're a couple of uptight, self-righteous, pain-in-the-butt snobs. You simply because you are one. And me, simply guilty by my association with you." "I am not a snob," objected Larry. "Yeah, right. There's no need to argue about that now. I'm afraid what's done is done." Mark looked wistfully across the room in the direction Jennifer had gone and sighed. "Do you want something to drink, Larry?" "I suppose I would," replied Larry. "Just hold the strychnine." Mark smiled at his friend's little attempt at humor. "Then wait right here while I get us something non-lethal to drink. I should be back in just a few short minutes." Larry watched as his friend walked slowly across the room towards the refreshment table. Clearly, Mark was more than just a little pissed with him about this stupid Allison and Jennifer business. At the same time, Larry didn't know what else he could have done in the strange situation he was in. Surely Mark couldn't possibly have been serious about him and Allison hoping into the sack together. How could he even consider that he'd ever want to have some guy - even if that guy were really just some transformed lesbian girl - sticking her large throbbing manhood into his hot juicy pussy just because he'd had the misfortune of being changed into a sexy young woman for the evening? Except for the possibility of Mark thinking he might have Jennifer all to himself for a few hours, that just didn't make a whole lot of sense to Larry. *** As Larry very patiently awaited his friend Mark's return from the refreshment stand, another young man with an equally young, but exceptionally well-endowed, woman draped all over him approached. "Hello there, Miss," said the young man with an exceedingly annoying smile as he approached closer. "Since I don't remember ever seeing you at one of these monthly gatherings before and you're also a lovely young girl, I suppose I really should assume you are actually a transformed male friend of one our male apprentice members." Larry felt a little relieved that this young man apparently didn't know who he really was. Before he could open his mouth to say anything to the stranger, Mark finally returned carrying a couple of glasses of fruit punch. Larry frowned at the sight of the punch in Mark's hands. He had very hopefully been expecting something a little more potent than just some lame little glass of fruit punch. "Walter Anderson!" exclaimed Mark, as soon as he noticed the young man standing beside Larry. "I certainly wasn't expecting to see you here tonight. What the hell are you doing here? Where have you been?" Walter continued staring at Larry for several additional moments. Once Walter began smiling at him, Larry quickly began feeling very uncomfortable again. What was it with guys like him anyway. "Is this young beauty your handiwork, Mark?" he asked, clearly impressed with the girl he was seeing. "I've always known you had some previously unused and untapped potential for magic. I'm definitely impressed with this incredible total makeover you've done on your roommate Larry Wiltshire. She's simply stunningly gorgeous, as I'm sure you must have already been told several times this evening." Larry glared angrily at Mark. Another compliment? It was all Mark's fault he kept getting all these compliments about his appearance. However, as he glanced over at Walter, Larry decided it might be better if he said nothing at all. He didn't know Walter, but he was clearly connected to this Sorcerers' Guild somehow. Larry had no idea what Walter might do if he said something he didn't want to hear. At the same time, that buxomy girl accompanying Walter was definitely a real looker herself. But all she seemed capable of doing was just stand there beside Walter and, very annoyingly, giggle constantly. "Thank you, Walter." Mark always enjoyed getting compliments from his peers about his magic spells. "But you didn't answer my questions. What are you doing here tonight? Where have you been? I thought the masters banished you from all Guild activities for good several months ago." "They didn't actually banish me forever, Mark. It was more like an extended long vacation," replied Walter smoothly. "How could they possibly banish someone with all my knowledge and power from this Guild. All the Masters knew that wasn't in their best interests, so they merely suspended me from all guild activities for the last several weeks. I've been off seeing the world." Walter smiled at Larry again. "But that suspension has finally come to an end and been lifted. Now I'm back and I'm looking for a little hot action." Not liking the sound of Walter looking for a 'little hot action', Larry gulped down his fruit punch. He wished it had been something a lot stronger. Something in the neighborhood of at least 140 proof might have been sufficient. "That's certainly good news, Walter. I'm glad it wasn't a permanent banishment. With all the rumors I've heard about the severity of Guild banishments, I wouldn't wish that fate on my worst enemy." Mark looked at the busty girl standing next to Walter. "But who is this with you tonight? I really can't believe that's your roommate Edgar standing there." The girl annoyingly giggled again. Had she even stopped for just an instant? "That's just as well, because she isn't really Edgar," smiled Walter. "I'm sure you must remember how skittish Edgar is about magic. He's always been a whiny little weenie whenever it comes to me testing spells on him. For some totally unknown reason, he drew the line at becoming a girl." "I wonder why that was?" mumbled Larry. The girl batted her eyes flirtatiously at Mark. "You wanna know something, handsome? You're really, really cute, Marky sweetie," she cooed, finally taking a few moments away from her nearly constant giggling. "I really don't know why I never noticed just how studly and handsome you really were before right now, Marky honey." Mark sheepishly smiled back at the girl. It wasn't that often that a girl - even if she was really a boy - tried using one of those old pickup lines on him. "If that isn't Edgar, then who did you find to transform?" "Jack Miller, of course." Walter smiled wickedly. "Jack Miller? That huge offensive lineman from the football team?" Larry looked thoroughly stunned. This girl with Walter looked nothing like Jack Miller, but then looks could be deceiving. Larry knew he didn't look much like himself either. "Is that the Jack Miller you mean?" "The one and the only," grinned Walter. "Just the great disparity in their sizes should guarantee me a passing grade. It would take at least three of her to make one of Jack. I sure wouldn't mind having three of her around." "But how did you get Jack to agree to any of this? I hope you remembered that a part of the assignment was the transformation had to be totally voluntary on the part of the subject involved. Did you remember to ask him?" "Of course, I did. I'm surprised you asked," smirked Walter. "His participation and subsequent transformation were totally voluntary, just as required, on his part." Mark slowly shook his head. "Of all the people in the world, I just can't imagine that Jack Miller would allow himself to be transformed into a woman." "And definitely not one that looks and acts like her," added Larry. "That's quite probably true." Walter winked at Larry suggestively. "If Jack had only known he would wind up undergoing this complete metamorphosis into a buxomy hot-to-trot babelicious bimbo slut for the evening, I suspect he would have probably voiced more than a few obscenity laden objections to being transformed before declining my generous offer." "But you just told us Jack agreed to his transformation voluntarily." "He did volunteer to be transformed, Mark," grinned Walter. "All I told him was I had this brand new spell I needed to test out for tonight. I simply asked him if he could help me out and he agreed." "I'll bet you didn't exactly tell Jack that the spell you wanted to test out on him would turn him into a busty female," said Larry. At least Mark had told him up front that he'd become a girl, even though he hadn't actually believed it was remotely possible at the time. Walter smiled back at Larry, who really wished he'd quit doing these things that made him feel increasingly nervous. "You're not only very beautiful, my dear, but you're clearly quite intelligent too. I've been known to like that combination in my girls... occasionally." His girls? Larry was beginning to wonder if things could possibly get any worse than they already were. He definitely didn't like any of this attention he was suddenly getting from Walter. He wondered if Walter was getting any ideas. Maybe he should just tell Mark that he wanted to leave this party and go home. "Of course I didn't tell him he'd become a girl as a result of my spell," continued Walter. "Is it my fault that Jack foolishly never bothered asking me what the spell would do to him? Besides, telling our subjects what the spell would do to them was not actually a firm requirement of the lesson. Only his agreement was actually required. I'm certainly not stupid enough to supply unnecessary information. You've obviously seen Jack Miller. He's one helluva lot bigger than I am, you know. He might have tried doing me some serious bodily hurt, if he'd known anything about becoming a girl for the night." "He might yet when you change him back," Larry reminded him. "He might; he might not," replied Walter smugly. "It all depends on whether or not he even remembers being this dull-witted, hot-to-trot, totally bodacious, bimbo giggling machine. However, I can assure you right now he won't remember a thing about tonight, my dear. He'll wake up with other memories of how he spent this evening." "But you lied to him, Walter." Mark knew that Walter was the most talented apprentice in the entire guild. However, he was always cutting corners with his magic lessons. That was one of the major reasons he'd been banished - or rather merely suspended - by the Guild Masters. Walter clearly hadn't learned a damn thing as a result of his suspension. Mark was fairly certain the Masters wouldn't be so lenient with Walter the next time they sat in judgment of him. "I didn't actually lie to him," replied Walter haughtily. "All I did was withhold a few non-essential aspects of the truth he might have found somewhat objectionable." Walter grinned mischievously. "I told him the spell would make him totally irresistible to members of the opposite sex. He liked that part of it. From everything I've seen so far tonight, Jack's definitely been garnering more than his fair share of the attentions from those members of the gender currently opposite his apparent sex. Isn't that right, Jackie dear?" "It certainly is, my handsome little stud muffin." Jackie giggled for a moment, before planting a wet juicy kiss on Walter's lips. She then turned her attention to Mark. "And what about you, Marky sweetie? Do you like what you see, big boy? I sure like what I see." "What the hell else did you do to him?" asked Larry, as Mark, seemingly entranced with the girl, slowly nodded his head in full agreement. "Jack Miller is probably the biggest homophobe I've ever known in my life. The Jack Miller I know would never openly flirt with another guy." Walter smiled back at him, either unaware or simply not caring how his smile affected Larry's nerves. "Just lighten up a little, both of you. My little Jackie here is still a full-blooded raging homophobe. Nothing about that has changed about her. I did absolutely nothing to alter that little peccadillo of his personality. If you were to try kissing her, Larry, then I'm sure you'd quickly find that out for yourself. She still has every one of his old prejudiced attitudes. They've just been suitably redirected into attitudes more fully compatible with her new physical self." Walter's smile widened. "And here's a little something else I'm sure you won't believe. Our little Jackie here is one nearly insatiable hot babe in the sack. She has better than three times the sexual appetite of Jack. And I'm sure you both know how he's always been with the ladies." Jackie simply continued giggling. Nothing seemed to bother her. "We weren't supposed to mess with their minds, Walter." "Spoil sport," smirked Walter. "Just where's the fun in any of that? As long as he's a girl, she should act the part. You know as well as I do that if I'd left Jack's mind fully intact, he would have been complaining all night long about something. He would have definitely been a real bastard - no, make that a real bitch - all night long." Mark and Larry stared at Jackie. But even as they stared at her, the busty young woman kept staring back at Mark, while constantly fluttering her eyelashes at him. She never paid the slightest bit of attention to Larry. But then, why should she? From what Walter had told them, Larry was just another girl in her eyes. And Jackie had very clearly never liked girls in any way close to the same way Jack had always liked girls. Jackie liked boys. She simply didn't think there was a girl alive that could possibly have what was necessary to satisfy her. Finally, apparently tiring of her eyelash fluttering that didn't seem to be getting anywhere, Jackie came right out and asked Mark, "Do you wanna go somewhere private where you can fuck me repeatedly for the next three of four straight hours, you big handsome studly hunk?" "What?" stuttered Mark. He couldn't believe his ears. Or his good fortune. "What did I just tell you, Mark?" smiled Walter. "She's just become this incredibly hot and horny little bitch since his transformation. As things currently stand, Jackie's simply one voraciously hot slut. It's like I told you earlier, she's totally insatiable. She just can't get enough sex. So go ahead; take her upstairs. Fuck her brains out, if that's what you'd like. She'll enjoy it and ask for more. Just go and have a real good time together tonight. All you need to remember is that whatever you and Jackie do tonight, Jack won't remember doing any of it tomorrow." "And what about me?" asked Larry nervously. "Just what am I supposed to do while you're off somewhere with her?" Larry wasn't altogether sure he liked the direction this whole thing seemed to be heading. If Mark went off anywhere with Jackie, that clearly left him stuck here alone with Walter. That wasn't an idea Larry liked. "Why don't you just stay here with Walter and keep him company for awhile?" replied Mark a little too quickly for Larry. "It sorta seems only fair that you, being my date for the evening, should keep him company while I'm off entertaining his date Jack for these next few hours." For just a fleeting moment, he took his eyes off Jackie. "Don't you agree that sounds totally fair, Larry?" "To be perfectly honest... No, I don't," replied Larry. He wondered what might be wrong with Mark. "After seeing what your so-called friend here did to Jack Miller, I don't think I want to stay anywhere in the same room with this damned manipulative lech." However, Mark hadn't bothered to wait for Larry's reply. He had already slipped his arm around the slim waist of the thoroughly transformed Jack Miller. And Jackie - it was far easier thinking of her as Jackie - had already begun nibbling on his roomie's ear as she clearly gave him directions to the location of an upstairs room. It certainly seemed to Larry that Jackie might have already been up to that same room several dozen times before now. It was probably a real good thing for everyone involved that Jack wouldn't remember any of this. "They make such a lovely couple, you know," smiled Walter. "Don't you think so too, Larry dear?" "No. I don't," snarled Larry. "Don't call me dear!" "Don't be so green-eyed with jealousy, my pretty young Larry," smiled Walter. "It is so ill becoming of you, my wild hot-blooded beauty." "Did anyone ever tell you that you're weird?" Walter ignored Larry's question and personal assessment. "Even though Mark will have the time of his life with my girl Jackie, you should be told he had no real choice but to follow her wherever she wanted him to take her. Jackie very clearly wanted Mark as her next bed partner, but then she's never been overly picky when it comes to picking out a sexual partner. I'm afraid she'll let anything with a prick fuck her. Given her quite bodacious female appearance which is enhanced by all those male attractor pheromones she emits whenever she's sexually aroused, there isn't a single - or even a married, for that matter - man in the entire world who could possibly tell her 'no' for very long." Walter smiled lecherously at Larry. That damn smile and all that weird pheromone shit he'd been spouting made Larry feel even more uneasy being left alone with Walter than before. He wished Mark hadn't left him here all alone with some loony tune nutcase he couldn't begin to trust. But Walter simply went right on speaking. He didn't seem overly concerned whether Larry was listening or not. If Larry's distressed state of mind bothered him, it simply didn't show. "The two of them might be gone for quite a while, you know. Just what would you like to do in order to help pass away all that time we'll be waiting around for their return?" "What the hell are you talking about, Walter?" Although he doubted it would help any, Larry was hoping and praying that whatever thoughts were racing through Walter's small perverse mind weren't any of the ones he'd thought he meant. "As if you didn't already know, you hot irascible raven-haired little minx you," smiled Walter mischievously. "I'm already absolutely certain that you know exactly what I want to do with such a totally hot sensual fox like you." Larry glared at Walter in angry disbelief. "Don't you even start thinking about doing anything like that with me, buster. I won't stand for it." "And why not?" grinned Walter. "You're now an incredibly hot and sexy, as well as highly attractive, young woman, Larry dear. I'm sure you must have noticed the change for yourself. What I'm of a mind of doing with you would be nothing less than absolutely perfect for me and a beautiful girl such as yourself." "You can just cut out that damn crapola right now," snapped Larry. "I'm not a girl and you know it as well as I do." "While it is true you aren't one mentally at the moment, believe me, you'd certainly pass the most stringent physical examination with flying colors." Walter continued leering at Larry, an act that made Larry want to scream. "Isn't your enticing female form all that's actually relevant in the heat of this enchanting moment, my dear?" Once again, Larry glared angrily at Walter. "You're sick!" He didn't want to believe what Walter was considering. "Damnit to hell!" swore Larry. "Just leave me alone! Stay away from me, Walter Anderson!" "And what if I were to refuse your request, my dear girl?" Larry cringed at being called a girl, but at the same time it gave him an idea how he might protect himself from Walter's unwanted advances. "I'll scream rape," he smiled calmly. "No, you won't," replied Walter smugly. "I sure as hell will, you goddamn evil bastard," smiled Larry, more for show than anything else. "Do you really wanna find out?" "I think you just might be stupid enough to try some stupid stunt like that," snarled Walter. "But it wouldn't really do you a lot of good, you stupid little slut." Larry grinned as Walter slowly backed off. He was beginning to feel a little better now. Now if only Mark would return and send Walter packing, things would be great once again. "I suppose we can play this little scene out your way, Larry," snarled an enraged Walter in contempt. "You're actually not my type anyway. I mean you're definitely attractive enough to be considered one of my girls. But if you were to ask anyone who knew me, they'd tell you I was far more partial to blondes than I am to ebony-haired girls." All of a sudden, Larry felt an additional weight pulling downwards on his scalp. The most logical reason he could think of to explain this abrupt increase in the weight of his hair was it must have suddenly spurted several additional inches longer. As he grabbed a handful of his still dark, but newly lengthened locks, Larry quickly discovered the strands were still growing longer. At the same time, the color of his hair had already started to appreciably lighten. "Damnit! You can't do this to me, Walter!" screamed Larry. "I didn't agree to any of this damn shit, you bastard!" "Of course I can do this to you, Larry. That it's happening should be proof enough for you. This is actually very easy, almost trivial, in fact," replied Walter. "Mark only needed your voluntary agreement to be transformed as a part of his test exercise. This has nothing whatever to do with something so mundane as simple classwork, dear girl. It has absolutely nothing to do with that stupid test. I don't really need your agreement at all and I'm not asking for it for anything I decide to do on top of Mark's spell." Walter grinned viciously. "There's absolutely nothing you can do about it either. Don't even bother trying to scream out anything right now, because you simply can't." Being told he couldn't didn't stop Larry from making the attempt anyway. However, when he tried to scream rape, not a single sound issued forth from his throat. "What the hell do you think you're doing to me?" he asked, somewhat surprised he could still speak. He tried to scream rape again, but once again no sound came from his throat. "I'm making you a little more amenable to my wishes as well as far more presentable," replied Walter coolly. "I'm sure you've already figured out from Jackie's appearance that I've always preferred my girls a little more on the superbusty side than you currently are." Walter had scarcely stopped speaking when Larry began feeling odd tingly sensations growing in his more or less average to medium-sized breasts. And then without any additional warning those odd tingly sensations were not the only things he felt growing. His breasts had begun swelling. With each passing moment, his breasts were becoming increasingly larger and larger. After only a few minutes had passed, Larry realized the sleeveless tank top he'd considered far too tight before had now become even tighter and more constrictive. In addition, his clearly strained top no longer came close to adequately covering his newly enlarged and greatly enhanced physical assets. Shamelessly revealed beneath the straining top was cleavage ample enough to easily pass as a deep glacially carved alpine valley. Larry's hair was now a very light blonde in color. It also cascaded over his shoulders and fell several inches below his soft shoulders. "You can't do this to me," Larry repeated, but in a softer voice far less adamant and sure of itself than before. Larry shuddered as he heard his own voice. He couldn't - didn't want to - believe that the light airy voice that simply dripped of unadulterated sex was actually coming out of his own mouth. "It's already too late for that, Larry dear. What's done is done." Walter smiled at him again, but for some reason it didn't seem to bother Larry as much as it had before. "You're now the perfect girl for me. And now that you are who you are, let me ask you that little question again." Walter's smile widened in apparent victory. "What would you like to do while we're waiting for our friends to return, my dear sweet Larry?" Larry glared angrily at Walter. "Just how many times am I going to have to keep repeating myself, you goddamn fucking asshole?" "I should think just one more time should be more than sufficient, my dear girl." "Good." But even as Larry continued glaring angrily at Walter, he began wondering what the hell could be wrong with Walter? He also wondered how it was possible for anyone to be as totally slow and completely dense as this dipshit Walter appeared to be. "I want you to listen to me very closely; I don't want to have to repeat myself again. For the final time," began Larry, slowly shaking his head, "Would you please quit wasting our precious time together. I'm just so frigging hot and horny right now that I want us to go find a vacant room somewhere, so we can jump into the bed together and you can fuck me silly." Larry glared at Walter hungrily. "Was that finally plain and simple enough for you to understand what I want from you completely?" he asked indignantly. "You can be such a dumb shit sometimes." "It was absolutely perfectly clear, my dear." Walter gently slid his arm around Larry's slim waist and began leading him towards the stairs. As they walked together arm in arm, Larry was feeling more than a little confused by what had just transpired between Walter and him. Although Larry could put his finger on nothing specific in their conversation, he simply wasn't entirely certain that he'd managed to tell Walter off in exactly the manner that he'd originally intended. But on the other hand, he was suddenly feeling so goddamn frigging horny that he simply didn't believe that getting a little piece of his own action while Mark was off somewhere screwing Jackie the football jock turned incredibly giggling bimbo slut from Hell could be in any way wrong. He was definitely entitled to have just as much fun as Mark was having. In addition, Larry no longer had any real problems with the fact that Walter wanted to bed him. But neither could he recall why that might have bothered him in the first place. There was certainly nothing wrong with Walter fucking him as far as he was concerned. It wasn't as if Walter had been the first boy he'd ever had in his bed. He'd long since stopped counting how many boys had thrust their hot throbbing manhood into his warm waiting pussy. *** When Larry awoke early the next morning, he felt somewhat disoriented. He was very surprised - once he'd figured out exactly where he was - at finding himself alone and in his own bed. All of the strange events of the night before were now pretty much of a solid blur. The blurring of events had begun shortly after Mark had left the main room of the party. Mark had been headed upstairs intent on having a few hours of playtime with the transformed into a bimbo Jack Miller. However, once he and Jackie had left him behind, he'd had to fend off that damn bastard Walter Anderson all by himself. Larry also had the strangest feeling he couldn't shake that Walter must have done something to him last night. Unfortunately for Larry, he simply couldn't remember exactly what it could have been that Walter might have done to him. From the comfort of his own bed, Larry looked slowly around his room. This was very definitely his room; there was no denying that simple fact. However, there was still something - what exactly he couldn't tell - that just seemed somehow very different and, in that same odd way, somehow very wrong. As Larry got out of his bed, a casual flick of his wrist brushed the strands of his long silky blonde hair away from the front of his face. After slowly strolling over to his dresser, he stood and looked at himself in the mirror for several seconds. Something still wasn't right. He was convinced of it. "My hair's such a mess this morning," he mumbled. With practiced ease, Larry casually picked up his brush from the dresser and effortlessly brushed the snarls and tangles out of his long blonde hair. "That definitely looks much better," he smiled. Still thinking that something was somehow all wrong, Larry continued looking about his room for some clues about what it might be. He was very surprised to find that large full-length mirror standing in the corner as if it somehow belonged there. He was fairly certain that same mirror had been located in Mark's room just last night. "How the hell did that thing get in here?" he wondered aloud, even as he slowly wandered over in order to stand before the full-length mirror. "Wow! I just look so totally hot this morning." Larry smiled at his reflection, as he ran his slender hand across the soft gentle curves of his sleek sensual body. "And I'm certainly glad I bought this particular teddy. It makes me look and feel so incredibly hot and sexy." But that was no real surprise to Larry. He'd always enjoyed wearing anything sleek that made him look and feel incredibly hot and sexy. All of a sudden, Larry noticed his eyes. They were just so sexy... and so very blue. But his eyes being blue seemed somewhat odd to him. Try as he might, Larry simply couldn't remember his eyes being so blue... or even any shade of blue, for that matter. From out of thin air, Larry finally realized what was so wrong with his room. While it was very definitely his room - there could be no mistake about that - it was simply painted the wrong color now. Not one of the posters hanging on its walls were any of those he had ever hung or would have ever hung on its walls. Even though Larry knew it simply wasn't possible, the wrong color his room was painted and all the odd posters on the wall plainly shouted out to the rest of the world, "This room very obviously belongs to a girl!" But somewhere deep down in his thoughts, Larry also somehow knew that he must somehow be the girl who lived in this room. It made logical sense to him. This was his room. And this room belonged to a girl. So ergo, ipso facto, and therefore, he must be a girl. Larry felt at his large sensitive breasts. Their undeniable presence on his chest seemed to provide more than ample additional confirmation that he was actually a girl. However, once he'd concluded that he was actually a girl, Larry began remembering several other strange things. As an example, he hadn't been born a girl as this room and its contents would have made it appear to someone coming in cold off the street. His often peculiar roommate Mark had changed him into a girl just last night with some stupid magical gender bending spell he'd learned from his weird wacko spaced out friends of that damn Sorcerers' Guild of which he was a member, albeit just an apprentice. But that spell of Mark's hadn't been the one that turned him into this superbuxomy blue-eyed blonde he now saw looking back from the mirror. He wasn't sure why, but he figured Walter Anderson must have altered him further after Mark had left the room with Jackie. But why? As he tried thinking more about Walter and what had happened last night, Larry shuddered as he began imagining what else Walter and he might have done together last night. Larry was glad those memories were currently blurry and hoped they would remain that way forever. Just what the hell had happened to Mark last night? Larry simply couldn't remember. According to their deal, Mark was supposed to change Larry back into his real male self after they returned home following the end of that weird guild party. Since it was now obviously morning, the party was clearly long over. Even though he was home and had awakened in his own bed, he was still very clearly a girl. That could only mean that something else totally unexpected must have somehow prevented Mark from negating his spell according to his plan. Hopefully, it was something simple. Was it possible Mark might still be busily banging Jackie and be totally unaware of the time or not know the party was over? Either of those thoughts might easily explain w