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And now, with no further ado (unless you like Pat Roberston):
The Lamp
Andrew's College Blog; Day 1
My parents always told me never to go to sleep without lighting the
lamp. It's this small kerosene lamp that's been passed down my family
from eldest son to eldest son, dating all the way back to the 1500's
when my family lived in southern Russia, or so I've been told. There's
some legend attached to the lamp, but if my father knows, he's never
bothered to tell me. I was just raised with this lamp next to my bed my
whole life, so it's become almost a part of me. I don't think I could
even fall asleep without it on. So college is really pissing me off
already, and I haven't even been here a full day yet. I've got two
roommates, and they're both dicks. Ryan's been bitching about my lamp
all afternoon, and Mike just sits there laughing. Neither of them want
me to leave it on tonight. Fuck, how do I explain to them how much this
thing means to me? That it's been at my bedside since the day I was
born, and never burned anything down once?
-Andrew Lemmish
As I posted the piece, I didn't really think I'd keep up with this blog.
How do you keep up with something you really don't want anybody else
reading? Anyway, I still had Ryan to deal with. Shutting down my
laptop, I got up out of my chair and prepared myself for one last
confrontation.
"Look, Ryan, there's no way I'm going to sleep tonight unless this lamp
is on." I told him.
"Fine," he said.
"Even if-- what!?"
"I said fine. You say it won't burn anything, I trust you. Keep your
stupid lamp," he said.
"OK. Wow, thanks."
And that was that. I guess I should have seen something. He'd given in
too easily, considering the crap gave me before. Maybe I convinced
myself that Mike was the difference. Mike was out of the room this
second time. He was in the room the first time. I fell asleep that
night at approximately 11:45. By midnight, Ryan had blown out the
flame.
For the first time I could remember, I dreamt that night. I was at the
head of a dark cliff. I was staring out, and down, and the whole world
was dark. Not the kind of suburb dark I was used to, where even if the
streetlights aren't working, you still get some glow from some business
open 3 blocks away. This was middle-of-nowhere dark. I jumped off the
cliff, but I'm not sure why. Flash! Woodchips. Did I smell woodchips?
Flash! I was in a clearing, and it was still night, but dawn was slowly
coming. There was a strange woman in the middle of the clearing, and
she said something to me. I can't remember what it was, but when she
was done talking, she picked up a twig from off of the ground and
snapped it in two. She then snapped the two pieces into two, and threw
the four new twigs at me. I didn't expect the small branches to even
halfway reach me, but somehow they were propelled the entire way, and as
they came within an arm's length of me, they morphed into vines and
wrapped around me. The vines grew until my entire body from just below
my shoulders down was completely entrapped, and then turned back into
wood, forming some kind of chrysalis. I remember thinking that the way
it came to a point below my feet, it should have tipped over, but it
didn't. The lady took her time coming over to me. Maybe she was
savoring the moment, I don't know, I just wanted her to hurry up with
whatever she was doing, and watched as more and more light came
streaming in from behind her. When she finally reached me, she stared
into my eyes, her expression an equal mix of pity and seduction, and
kissed me on the lips as the sun broke the horizon. The whole dream
world kinda faded as she backed off, and we both ended up in some kind
of large church. The symbols on the walls didn't look familiar, but
before I got a good chance to look at them, I woke up.
I reached over to turn off the lamp as second-nature, and immediately
said the first thing that came to my mind.
"Ryan, you fucking asswipe!"
Both Ryan and Mike woke up, but Ryan was the first to say anything. "Aw,
did the widdle baby miss his night-light?"
I could barely think straight I was so pissed off. I shouldn't have had
that dream. That dream was a bad sign. I don't have dreams, I never
have. I couldn't stay in the room with those two. I grabbed some pants
and a shirt, and left the dorm.
You ever been attacked by fucks? Just a time you were so pissed off at
yourself, all you could do was repeat the word "fuck" over and over at
yourself, when every thought you had just pissed you off more. That's
what it was like for me. I just walked around campus, bitching myself
out in my head. I must have been walking around the campus for at least
an hour before I started seeing too many other people walking around,
and when I noticed them I looked down at my watch. It was almost 8:00,
and my first class of the semester was about to begin. I found my way
to the right building, and made it to the class before roll was called.
The class was mostly orientation stuff. We went through the syllabus in
greater detail than I cared for, and since it was a 3-hour class, and
there were only about 30 students, we did a "getting to know you"
activity as well. Whatever. I really wasn't in the mood.
As I got out of the class, the first thing I did was slam into some guy.
I looked up and realized it was Ryan, and I kissed him. Yeah, I was
surprised too. Just imagine how he reacted. Somehow I got through the
rest of the day without incident, but when I got back to my dorm, I knew
I was in for some trouble.
Mike and Ryan were talking, but when I walked in, they turned their
attention to me. "Ah, here's the little faggot," Ryan called at me,
"What the fuck was that show in the lit department all about?"
"Crap, look, I don't want any problems. I was just as surprised as you
were, it's never going to happen again."
"Hah, yeah, like that's even close to the issue," Mike added. It was
the first thing I had ever heard him say. "You kissed another guy.
Doesn't matter if you plan on doing it again. You're a homo, plain and
simple."
"Ah, fuck off," I replied as I bypassed the two of them and went
straight into the bathroom.
I didn't have to use the bathroom, I just didn't want to be around those
two. I guess that was just wishful thinking. Ryan, of course, followed
me immediately. I guess Mike decided to stay put. I don't know what I
was expecting, but it's not what I got. I turned to him, and he had this
odd expression on his face. It looked familiar, but I couldn't place
from where. We stared at each other for a few seconds, and then he
kissed me. There was a window across from the open bathroom door, and I
could see the sun setting as our lips locked, and then I remembered my
dream. This had to have something to do with it, but I had no idea what
it meant.
When he backed off, there was something strange about his face. It
looked different. Rounder, softer. His nose and chin were smaller, and
as I was busy looking at those, his hair started to grow. The whole
time this was happening, he just kept that same weird little expression
on his face, until it actually looked natural on him. He shrank a
little, then his clothes changed. His jeans shrank up his legs until
they could barely be considered shorts, and then the legs fused
together. The material became softer, but darker at the same time,
until he was wearing a black cloth skirt. His shirt turned black also,
and it changed around the edges. The sleeves shrank up towards his
shoulder, and the neckline dropped a little and formed a shiny trim. I
didn't bother to watch the rest; I broke eye contact and pushed past
Ryan.
I called out to Mike. "There's something weird going on in the
bathroom."
"Dude," he called back, "I wouldn't bring up weird things in the
bathroom if I were you."
"No, seriously, there's something wrong with Ryan," I told him, at which
point, Ryan himself decided to prove me right. There were definitely
more changes now. Ryan was definitely completely female now. Most
notably, he'd shrunk several inches, probably down to 5'3", and he had
boobs. They had to be around a D-cup.
"So this is how I turn out after 500 years?" Ryan said, "I can't say I'm
not impressed."
She walked towards us, just like the woman in my dream, and we were both
frozen in our places. She went to Mike first, and rubbed herself on
him. I could see Mike was looking down her shirt, and he was getting
off. I wanted to yell at him, remind him that this was Ryan, but I
couldn't speak. The girl pulled Mike by his chin over to Mike's bed, and
sat down, her thin skirt fluttering as she bounced a little on the
mattress. For a split second, I caught a glimpse of her panties, but
then I looked away, reminding myself that this was Ryan. They were
white.
Noticing me turn my head, the girl looked over at me and said "Oh, do
you feel left out, Andrew? Don't feel bad, I have to save you for
later," and she motioned me away with her hand.
I couldn't help myself, I turned around and lay down on my bed. I was
forced to stay there, not seeing anything, but hearing everything.
Their moans of obvious pleasure and lust kept me up all night, but I
couldn't get myself up off the bed. When they finally stopped, the sun
was just rising, and I found I could move again.
I immediately fell asleep, and missed my second day of classes.
By the time I woke up again, it was already sunset. I don't know what
happened to Mike or Ryan during the day, but as I awoke I could hear two
voices. Two female voices. I turned over on my bed and saw the two of
them giggling on the floor. One of them was the girl Ryan had become
last night, but I didn't recognize the other. She was just as pretty as
Ryan had become, and was wearing something just as provocative.
Why is it that whenever I approach two people talking, they immediately
shut up? The girl who was once Ryan looked over at me and said
something. My mind wasn't entirely clear yet, so I don't quite remember
what it was. Something about a good start and a busy evening ahead.
Then the two of them got up and dragged me out of bed. I was still
wearing the clothes from yesterday, but they were pretty sweaty by now.
Before I could even react, the two of them were on me. They stripped me
naked, and had already begun dressing me before I could get a word out,
and even then it wasn't really a word. I believe I said "muggah." I
couldn't see what they were doing until they were done, but it wasn't
that bad. Regular jeans and T-shirt fare. I think they got one of
Mike's shirts, though. It looked like my Guns n' Roses shirt, but it
was a little tight, and Mike's kinda scrawny.
Anyway, the girls had pulled me out of the dorm before I could protest,
or even put any shoes on. They were stronger than they looked.
"The three of us are going clubbing, Andrew, kay?" the former Ryan said,
and then kissed the other girl square on the lips. That's when I
realized the other girl used to be Mike.
I stopped short, and the two girls pulling me down the hallway had to
turn back to me.
"Aw, don't worry fella, I know you're confused, but this has to
happen," the former Ryan said, "You shirked on your duties to guard the
curse, and now there's nothing to be done but let it do its damage."
"Wait," suddenly I was wide awake, "So you're the embodiment of the
curse? You're the woman from my dream?"
"Oh, no silly," she said, "That's all you. You don't know much about
the curse, now, do you?"
"No," I replied, "I don't. Care to enlighten?"
"Not particularly."
And they were off again with me in tow, despite my protests.
The two of them somehow got me down to the campus bar, but before I let
them pull me in, I stopped them.
"Look, I know you two are Ryan and Mike," I told them, "but--"
"I know, I know, names," the former Ryan cut me off. "They don't really
matter, but for your reference, you may as well just use Riley and
Michelle. It's simple that way."
So there we were, in the bar. We'd just sat down at a booth when the
two girls called some guys over. I was amazed, myself. The guys were
in the middle of conversations with other people, and they just turned
around and walked to our table at Riley and Michelle's commands.
As soon as they got to our booth, Riley gave me the same motion she did
the night before, and I was stuck frozen again. I couldn't see what was
going on, but again I could hear some heavy making out. I don't know
how much time passed before they paused and decided to relocate. The
two girls still wielded some kind of power over the three of us, and we
couldn't help but follow them. I was in the back of the group, and I
could tell something was wrong with the other two guys. They looked
shorter than when they'd come up to the booth, and it looked almost like
one of them was wearing capri pants. It was dark, though, and once we
got out of the bar, I really couldn't see much of anything in good
detail. I couldn't tell where the girls were taking us, but we ended up
in some building on campus, and eventually in its basement.
Riley told me to sleep in the corner, and I really didn't want to, but I
did anyway. I wasn't going to spend another night fully clothed,
though, so I took off my shirt and pants. I tossed them onto a broken
desk that was brought down here for storage, and curled up in my
underwear on the cold concrete floor. I could sense the first rays of
sunshine beaming through the top of the wall above me as I finally found
my way to sleep.
I woke up as the sun was setting again, but I was more aware this time,
and there were four girls having a grand old time together. The two new
ones must have been the guys from the bar. I was beginning to sense a
pattern. I took stock of the situation around me before I got up,
looking around in the fading evening light. The basement we were in was
obviously a take-all storage room. Everything from the broken desk I'd
used as a clothes rack to dusty gym equipment was lying around
everywhere. Thinking of my clothes reminded me that I was almost naked,
and I immediately got up to grab them off that desk. I managed to cover
myself before the girls turned around, but I dropped the clothes in
shock almost immediately.
I was wearing panties.
I backed up to the wall when I saw that the Guns n' Roses shirt was even
smaller than it had been last night, and before I knew it, all four
girls were on me. The two new ones had me pinned to the wall, while
Michelle and Riley got me dressed. Michelle and Riley were wearing
completely new outfits from the ones they wore yesterday, but they were
still hot. They almost seemed taller somehow, and though it was obvious
that my shirt was smaller, I didn't realize how tight my jeans had
become until I had them pulled up my legs. They were like a second
skin. My shirt ended right at my pants, but if I stretched out, my
belly would show.
I had no choice in the matter tonight. The four girls pulled me along,
and this time we got off-campus and into one of the city's clubs. The
sequence of events pretty much mirrored the previous night's, with four
men instead of two. Nobody seemed to notice how awkward I looked, and
that felt almost worse than having people laugh at me for looking like a
freak. We eventually found some hotel lobby that we crashed at. The
clerks tried to get us to leave a couple times, but one of the girls
always made them go away. This time I could see the other guys. They
were definitely changing, and their clothes changed with them. It was
just like watching Ryan that first night, but slower. As the night wore
on, my butt began to feel weird when I sat down, like it pushed out
farther than it normally did.
The sun rose, and I fell asleep. Again.
I'd like to say I was surprised to wake up in a hotel lobby with 8 hot
chicks all wearing clubbing clothes and talking in a circle on the
floor. I'd also like to say I was surprised to wake up wearing a Guns
n' Roses belly shirt, and a pair of denim capris. I'd also like to say
I was surprised to be barefoot, and to see that not only had my feet
shrunk, but they also had painted toenails. I wasn't. I knew what the
night would bring, and, as much as I didn't want to believe it, I was
almost looking forward to it.
The girls didn't stop chatting this time. They were talking about where
we'd be going tonight, and I had to hold my excitement back. I didn't
want *them* knowing that I was looking forward to this. As we left the
hotel, I realized that I was following of my own will. The girls didn't
make me come with them this time.
We went all the way downtown and holed up in the main library branch
that night. Each of us had a boy with us. Even me. The others were
lucky, though. They could control their men, and I had to seduce mine
the old-fashioned way. We woke up the next evening, 18 girls all
dressed in flimsy skirts and low-cut tops. We had the time of our lives
that night. We didn't go out, for once. We just talked all night,
until dawn was about an hour away.
At around 5:30, Riley came up to me and held a mirror to my face. She
was right that first night. I looked exactly like the woman from my
vision. She didn't say anything, but I understood. I stood up, and
kissed her on the forehead. I could feel her aura being sucked into me,
and she fell unconscious. I went to the next girl over and did the
same, and she fell unconscious too. I repeated this 15 more times,
until I had the auras of all 17 girls in me, and I could feel their raw
energy within me.
I knew that the poor souls at my feet would revert to their pitiful male
selves. Their purpose was merely to summon me. Now they were
expendable. My conquest of this puny existence is inevitable now.
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