Wayne the Twentysomething Warlock
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Author's Note: This just came to me, and I thought I'd just write it, even
know it's mostly simple, and the writing style is somewhat weak. Maybe
some of you out there will enjoy it.
The Warlock
Dennis punched a wall. "I can't believe she did that to me."
His girlfriend of several months, Sally Martin had dumped for
some jock on the football team. He stood there, a little over six feet with
short brown hair. He had a well trimmed frame that most girls found
attractive and his money and brains tended to get him a good deal of the
women on campus.
"Yeah, she's a real bitch," I replied.
I wasn't as a lucky as Dennis for my parents were barely able to
put me through college. My good grades though had landed me a
scholarship to the school which I made sure not to lose. I was shorter than
Dennis at a little under six foot, with jet black hair, and a somewhat thin
frame. Right now I was in our dorm room.
"You don't need her anyway, you can do better."
"Yeah," Dennis said, feeling somewhat better. "You're right
Luke."
"What you really need is someone who is into the things you're
into for a change," said Luke.
Dennis shook his head, "You're right. I need to get some air for a
day or two." He looked at me for a second, a strange gleam in his eye, and
smiled. He held out his hand. "Thanks man."
I grinned, glad to see my friend better and reached out to shake
Dennis's hand. As I took hold of Dennis's hand I felt what seemed like a
static shock, but held on anyway as it passed. I watched Dennis grab some
of his things, and head out the door. I knew a few days away might make
things better for his friend. Yawning, I realized it was time for bed, and
quickly crashed for the night.
I woke up the next morning, and pulled myself out of bed.
Something felt wrong, and I realized that I ached over. As I moved to the
mirror behind my dresser, I felt the aches less and less. I stood before the
mirror and looked back at myself. Nothing seemed out of place other than
the fact my hair looked a little messy, and I didn't really need to shave
today. I stripped out of my clothes, and walked into the bathroom. I turned
the water on in the shower, and stepped in once it was the way I liked it. I
started by washing my dark, black hair, and as I ran my fingers through, I
couldn't help but realize it felt different somehow. It felt longer in some
places, but when I had looked in the mirror it seemed fine. Then the
strangest thing happened. As I soaped up my body and rinsed off, all my
body hair seemed to go with the water. I looked down at my arms and
realized they were now hairless, so were my legs. The only hair I had
seemed to be on my head.
Thinking I might have had an allergic reaction to something, I
quickened my pace so that I could get out and inspect. As felt down my
body, I was struck by an odd sensation as I reached my groin. My penis
felt the same but at the same time it seemed like it was smaller. I
shrugged, and realized it was just probably experiencing one of its really
flaccid spells. I was glad part of me was at least relaxed though.
I stepped out of the shower, and toweled off, walking over to the
mirror again. I looked at my reflection and noticed my hair was longer
everywhere, and tried to remember the last time I had a hair cut. My face
was also smooth, and void of hair which was somewhat weird. Maybe it
was something I ate.
Looking at the clock, I realized I was going to be late for class. I
quickly got dressed. Pulling on my boxers, I noticed that they were kind of
snug around my hips, and my butt. My jeans were the same way, and
sighed, thinking maybe I was putting on weight from drinking. My shirt
though was a different story as it seemed big on my frame. Maybe Dennis
had been wearing it again and had stretched it out. I was going to kill him.
I went to my first two classes of the day, and lost myself in the
subject matter. I really don't remember what it was, but I'm sure it was
interesting. In my third class right before lunch, my friend Justin sat down
in the chair next to me.
"Hey man," he said, "What's up?"
"Nada," I told him. "Dennis went out of town to clear his head last
night."
"Oh," he said, "still trying to get over Sally huh?"
"Yeah," I told him. I looked ahead towards the professor and
shook my head. Out of the corner of my eye I caught Dennis looking at
me. "What?" I asked, turning towards him.
"Nothing," he said, "You just look different that's all."
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"Well," he said, "It must be your hair that long. It just looks
different."
I reached back to feel my hair, and noticed that it felt longer than it
had before. Things were getting strange, and throughout class as I tried to
focus on the subject, I had a nagging feeling that something was wrong. I
quickly hurried back to my room as class ended, dodging Justin in the
process.
I walked in, sat my books down and turned towards the mirror. My
hair hung down just above my neck. I looked skeptically at the mirror, and
then reached up to pull my hair back. I grabbed a rubber band from my
desk, and pulled my hair back into a make shift pony tail. At least this
would make it look more presentable. Why had my hair changed so much?
As I tied my hair, something caught my attention, and I brought my hand
in front of my face to look at it. Was it just me, or did it look smaller? My
fingers were somewhat more slender too it seemed. I looked back in the
mirror at my body, and noticed that my shirt seemed to hang on my frame.
It seemed like my shoulders weren't as broad as before, but that was
impossible.
I pulled the shirt over my head, and looked down. My shoulders
were definitely narrower, and as I looked at my body, I realized my
nipples seemed a little bigger too, and if it were possible my areola's
seemed wider.
What was going on? I sighed, and thought I should probably head
to the doctor as I pulled my shirt back on. I realized I still had a few more
classes, and decided to finish out the day. I went to my Econ class, then
made my way to my Lit class. While on my way though I ran into Sally
Martin.
"Hey Luke," she said, coming up beside me.
"Uh, hey Sally," I said, my mind no longer focused on my
changes, but the girl next to me.
"Um, I was just wondering if you spoke to Dennis at all?" she
asked me.
"Yeah, he decided to go take a small vacation," I told her. "But
he'll be back in a few days."
"Oh," she said. "Well if you see him, just tell him I'm sorry."
"Alright," I said. She turned to go, but stopped for a moment
looking at me.
"What's a matter?" I asked her.
"Nothing," she said, "I just always thought you were taller than
me, not the same size."
I hadn't realized it, but Sally was roughly at the same level of
height I was so that we could look each other in the eyes with ease. I had
known from Dennis that she was roughly five and a half feet. I had always
been a few inches taller than her, but now it seemed we were the same
size. With everything else that happened to me, I imagined that wasn't
because she grown recently, and looking down at her shoes, I noticed there
wasn't any platform to them.
I shrugged at her, and she smiled and waved goodbye. This latest
turn though seemed to definitely be weirder than the rest. Just exactly
what did all this mean? I tried to contemplate this as I sat in Lit class, and
paid no attention at all. Midway through class though, I was struck with a
new sensation as my jeans began pinching into my sides.
After class ended at three though I hurried back to my room. As I
walked in, I threw my books onto my bed and quickly stood in front of the
mirror. My hair was a mess in several different places, so I quickly un-did
the pony tail. My hair fell loose, and I was surprised when it seemed to fall
about shoulder length. I looked down at my jeans, and slowly pulled them
off, having some difficulty getting them past my hips. I took my boxers
off, and looked down. I could feel my hips were somewhat wider, and as I
reached back, I grabbed my butt, and noticed it was fleshier, and firmer.
Something was definitely wrong with me, but I didn't know what.
I grabbed a pair of grey sweat pants from one of my dresser
drawers, and pulled them on, and noticed that they were a little bit more
comfortable. I sighed, unsure what to do, so I crossed over to my couch,
and plopped down. I turned on the television, trying to figure out what to
do and before long I was engrossed in music videos.
I heard a knock at my door sometime later, and looked over at the
clock. It read six, and I realized I lost all track of time. I stood up, and as I
did, I noticed my balance seemed off. I quickly tried to reassert it, and as I
did it felt like I was walking funny. I walked over to the dresser, and
grabbed the rubber band, tying my hair back into a pony tail, as I moved to
the door.
I opened it, and Justin pushed pass me with a six pack of beer in
his hands, heading for the couch. "Yo Luke," he said, turning to face me.
"What's swinging?" I could tell he had already had a few, which was
good. It might be nice to relax though, so I sat down where I had before,
and took one. We had a small conversation, and went back to watching
some music videos. One came up with Britney at one point, and Justin
smiled.
"She is so hot," he said. "I'd bang her."
"Yeah," I said, "So would every guy." I was on my second beer,
and felt a little better. I was more relaxed, which was a good thing.
"Yeah, her tits and ass have to be the best," he told me.
"It's nice to have something to hold on to," I responded, my voice
cracking in the process.
Justin laughed at that though, and poked fun at me. We watched
several more videos, and then I began to notice Justin looking at me every
so often like he had before.
"Dude?" I said, a little tipsy. "What's the problem?"
"Nothing man," he said, taking another sip. I watched as his well
muscled arm took another sip from his can, then set it back on the table.
My eyes innocently went to his groin area, and noticed a slight rise. I
batted my eyes away quickly, trying to figure out what I was doing.
"It's just," he said, "You've looked weird all day. And I'm not
sure, but I think when you opened the door, you were walking kind of
weird. Almost like a girl."
"You're drunk," I told him laughing.
"Yeah," he said grinning, "I guess I am."
I turned my attention back to Britney, and found myself scoffing at
her. Her boobs weren't that great and were probably fake anyway. My ass
was better than hers any day of the week. Wait, what just went through my
head? Why was I comparing myself to her, I was a guy, besides her top
was so not her anyway.
It was starting to get late, and I yawned stretching my arms out.
Justin looked at me again as I did and it was like his eyes were fixed on
something. He took the clue though, and got up. We had finished the beers
though, so he had to leave empty handed. I walked him to the door, and
shut it behind them. I felt a little tipsy, and it was harder to walk, but it
was almost like my hips were swaying as I did.
I went before the mirror, and looked at my reflection. It seemed a
little weird, as my pulled my pony tail out. My hair fell just below my
shoulders now, and I had what appeared bangs. What really was the
sobering punch though was my shirt. Two lumps seemed to poke out from
behind them, and carefully pulled my shirt off. There sitting on my chest
were two small cone-like lumps which looked like the breasts of a teenage
girl. I looked up at my face, and realized that my hair seemed to frame it
nicely. Looking at the whole package, I seemed to almost look like young
girl going through puberty. I pulled my pants down, and found that I still
had my favorite male organ, but it looked really small, very tiny. I put my
hands up to my small breasts, and slowly I started rubbing my nipples
between my fingers. I giggled, with a small amount of pleasure, and then
stopped when I realized I had giggled. I ran my hands down my side, and
over my smooth bottom, relaxing as I did. For some reason it felt real
good. Yawning again, I knew a good night's sleep would fix everything. I
pulled my pants back up, and then I pulled my shirt back on, and climbed
into bed.
I was out like a light, and when my alarm went off in the morning,
I found myself feeling like no time had passed at all. I pulled myself out of
bed, and realized that things felt very different. I walked over to the mirror
again, trying to confirm the worse. I looked into the mirror, and gasped.
My hair was where it had been the night before but was now a little fuller,
not to mention in a great mess. My face seemed softer, and my once
brown eyes, now were an ice-blue, which were very striking, almost like
Kim Smith. I looked like me, but like a girl at the same time, which made
me think that maybe this is what a twin sister would look like. I looked
down, and noticed two lumps poked out from my shirt. I pulled it off, and
looked down as two small, but round female breasts poked out at me. I
looked at my hands and noticed that my fingernails were longer now, and
painted a shade of light pink. So were my toes below me. I looked down,
and my waist that had been thin before, now seemed to narrow, and then
expand again at my hips. I pulled my sweats down, and what greeted me
next was out of this world. Where my once proud manhood at been was
now an empty slit of womanhood, surrounded by a patch of hair. Okay,
this was nuts. I slowly pulled my clothes back on, when I heard movement
behind me.
I turned and looked and realized the bed behind me was occupied.
Oh no, maybe Dennis had come home when I was asleep. I couldn't let
him see me like this. I was trapped.
"Lucy," said a familiar voice, as Sally Martin sat up in bed. "What
are you doing? If you don't hurry up, you're going to be late for class."
"Uh," I said, stunned that my voice was now soft, and soprano like.
Who the heck was Lucy I was wondering, and what was Sally
Martin doing in my room. Then I looked around. The room was the same,
but there were small differences about it. A poster of a boy singing group
hung over my bed, while Sally had a picture of a faerie over hers. I looked
back at my dresser, and there were different things on it like hair care
products and what not. It struck me then with the room, my dresser, and
my body, I was probably Lucy.
Suddenly though, I lost control of my body, and I slowly started
moving towards the bathroom, unsure of what to do, running on auto-pilot.
I guess a part of me was just too much in shock to do anything. I showered
in a haze, my body just reacting to the world around me. My hair got
washed first, and I realized it took a lot longer than it normally did. Then I
started running my hands over my body which felt good, but when I got to
my nipples, it felt amazing. Ripples of pleasure hit me as I stroked them
slowly, but it was short lived, for I knew that I had to get to class.
I hurried out of the shower, and dried myself off. Wrapping the
towel around my upper body without thinking about it, I left the bathroom.
I walked over to my dresser, and opened them slowly, realizing that I had
nothing that would fit this body. That problem seemed to have been solved
though, for all my clothes were replaced by female ones. I looked at my
underwear drawer and was dismayed to find sets of bras and panties.
Great. Still without control, I selected a set of pink lacy ones. I slowly
pulled on my panties, dropping my towel to the ground, and then with
extreme ease I put my bra on, wondering where in the hell I had learned to
do something like that. I pulled out a pair of jeans, and slowly pulled them
on, noticing that they surrounded my body like a second skin, showing off
my trim legs, and round bottom. I reached into another drawer, and pulled
out a pink tank top which I pulled over my head, and let it rest
comfortably on my frame. It wrapped itself to my body and showcased my
small bust, tight stomach, and thin frame. I reached for my brush,
completely transfixed by what was going on, and slowly brushed my hair
out. Satisfied, my mind went blank as I quickly returned to the bathroom
and applied makeup with the greatest of ease. I looked in the bathroom
mirror, and was greeted by the reflection of a rather cute girl that was
maybe not overly endowed, but still curvy. My body smiled back and my
reflection, and walked back out into the main room and noticed Sally was
sleeping again. I placed my feet into a pair of sandals, and grabbed a ring
from the dresser which I slipped on one of my fingers without thinking.
I went from class to class in a haze, glad to have something else to
focus on other than the way I was behaving, and looked. Slowly after the
first class, I regained control of my body, and realized I felt very weird
sitting there in a bra, wearing so little. Things became even stranger as I
walked to my third class. I carried my books in my arm, seeing as I no
longer had a pack, and was surprised when a hand shot around my waist. I
looked and saw Justin standing there with a grin on my face.
"Hey babe," he said, "How's my favorite girl." He reached in and
kissed me on the cheek. I wanted to slug him, but at the same time I also
blushed, which confused me. I could feel my body become slightly
warmer, and started to feel moist down below. Oh crap, this guy was
turning me on.
"Uh," I said, slightly confused. "Um, I'm fine. How bout you?"
"Great," he said, "Now that you're here." He walked with me the
rest of the way to class, and sat down next to me. Like the day before he
kept stealing peeks at me, but I realized that this was probably because I
was a cute girl that was apparently his girlfriend. Once I happened to
glance over and notice the slight bulge in his pants. I stared at it this time,
and could feel my body become slightly aroused again as my nipples
started becoming harder knowing that he was thinking of me with impure
thoughts.
My mind started pondering the wonderful things I could do to him
during lunch period, when I suddenly realized what I was thinking about,
and stopped. I tore my gaze away from his crouch, and tried to focus on
the class again. This was too crazy. When the class finished, Justin got up,
and like a gentlemen offered me his hand to get up. I politely accepted,
and as I grabbed my books, his hand shot back around my waist.
"So what say you and me go back to you room for a little fun
Luce?" he asked, whispering into my ear.
I became aroused again as the part of my mind I couldn't control
any longer started thinking about the kind of fun it would like to have with
him, but I managed to remain control of my body for the time being. "Uh,
not right now Justin, I kind of have a headache."
"Alright," he said, somewhat disappointed. "But you owe me a
rain check." He reached down, and pinched my bottom, and this only
seemed to arouse me further. I blushed and smiled at him as he headed off
staring at me, before he finally turned around and headed off. Panicking, I
raced back to my dorm, aware of all the stares I was getting from the other
guys on campus.
I opened the door to my room, and was stunned to find Dennis
sitting on the couch. Apparently, Sally had gone to class for she was no
where to be seen.
"Oh god! Dennis, thank god," I said, my emotions suddenly
bursting forth. "You're not going to believe what happened. I've changed
into this girl, and now everyone thinks I'm someone name Lucy, and my
professors keep calling me Miss Mitchell, and I'm Sally's roommate, and
Justin thinks I'm his girlfriend..."
Dennis put his hand up to stop me, which I did, but he also had a
concerned look on his face. "I know about that Luke."
"Oh thank goodness you know my name," I said clapping my
hands together, the action causing my bust to jiggle a little.
"Yeah," he told me, standing up and coming to stand in front of
me. "I know everything."
"We have to find a way to change me back," I told him, thinking
that now that someone else was here, we could do something to change
things back. I paused for a moment though, "How do you know what's
been going on?"
Dennis took on a sheepish look, "We'll its kinda my fault."
"What do you mean?" I asked somewhat confused.
"Well you see, I kind of turned you into this," he told me.
"How is that possible?" I asked, shocked.
"Well you see I'm a Warlock," said Dennis. "I have magic powers,
and stuff."
"Yeah sure," I said skeptically, although after I thought about it,
what happened to me was pretty magical. I turned and said seriously,
"You do, don't you?"
"Yeah," he said, "And after you said that I needed to find someone
who was into the things I was, I looked at you, and realized you'd
probably make the perfect girlfriend. All I had to do was change you into a
girl."
"How could you do this to me?" I asked, hurt and shocked. Tears
began forming at the back of my eyes, and parted of me wanted to slap
him. "You had no right!"
"You're right," said Dennis, "And I feel real guilty about it."
"Change me back," I said sniffling. I crossed the room, and sat
down on the couch. I started to cry, and propped my hands up against my
chin. This was a terrible mess I was in, and now I was acting like a girl,
crying and what not. I looked at him with a pleading look. "Fix this mess."
"I will," he said, coming down and sitting beside me. He offered
his hand out in hand shake like he had the last time I had seen him. "Just
take my hand, and everything will be normal again."
I stared at it for a moment with a dubious look, and slowly I
reached out with my delicate female hand, and took his hand. Again I felt
a static shock, and slowly I felt like I was drifting into blackness.
I awoke a short while later, noticing that I was lying on the couch.
I pulled myself up, and stood up, heading over to the mirror. I smiled at
the reflection staring back at me. My hair was long, raven colored, and
curly all about framing my perfect face. My ice blue eyes gave a striking
look that drove a lot of guys nuts. A hoop earring hung from either ear and
gave a nice look to my beautiful flawless face. My skin was flawless, and
slightly tanned. I looked down, and noticed that my well endowed bust
pushed out against my pink tank top revealing a generous amount of
cleavage, and pulling my shirt above my midriff, which sported a diamond
stud. Lucy Mitchell never looked so beautiful.
The door to the bathroom opened, and out stepped Dennis. I
smiled, and slowly sauntered up to him, a wide grin on my face.
"How do you feel?" he asked, smiling down at me.
"A lot better lover," I said tracing small patterns on his chest with
my finger. I looked up at him, and slowly wrapped my arms around his
neck, planting a deep kiss on his lips. He wrapped his hands around my
waist and slowly pulled me closer to him. Our bodies pressed together,
and I could the bulge in his pants as it pressed against my stomach. My
nipples became hard, and my pussy became moist at the thought of him,
and I stared into his eyes lustily as we broke from the kiss.
"You know Sally has two more classes," I said, my voice sounding
sexy and dripping with lust.
"I know," he said, his hand slowly finding its way to my bottom,
and grabbing it ever so playfully. I smiled back at him knowing his
intention and blushed.
"Ready when you are," I told him. He picked me up and carried
me to my bed, and laid me down. As he climbed on top of me, everything
felt right, and felt very lucky that Dennis Burke had come into my life. He
was so wonderful, and it was so great being his girlfriend. After all, not
many girls like me get to date a warlock.
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