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The Voodoo that You Do by Couture copyright 2009 "Come on Dan," Megan purred. "Don't be such a pussy." "But I feel funny," Dan whined. But funny was not what Dan felt. He felt shamed. A bit humiliated. Yet, strangely aroused at the same time. What guy wouldn't? It had started so innocently at first. He was kissing Megan and it was getting hot and steamy. Then she ran her finger over his lips. "You look so cute in my lipstick," Megan said. "Let me put some on you. Please..." Dan said no at first, but it only took a few more kisses, before he relented. It felt funny. Strangely funny. Not so much the lipstick. But sitting there and allowing it to be put on him. He should have been only humoring her ,but he could feel himself growing hard in response. "You look so fucking hot," Megan said. And Dan liked being hot for this cute little blond girl. Then there was more kissing. Only the kisses grew languid and more sensual. Next came blush and eyeshadow. His lashes here painted. His hair...curled. "I want to dress you up," Megan said. "All the way." "No way." Finally Dan found his backbone. But Megan merely smiled and took off her bra from beneath her blouse, then undid a few of the buttons. She would do whatever was necessary. She shuddered to think of the consequences. She opened her shirt just a bit to let him have a peak. Dan licked his lips nervously, his eyes were glued to Megan blouse. He could see the shape of her breasts and her nipples stood out from the thin fabric. Her cleavage was right out there and he could almost look all the way down her shirt. "You want more?" Megan said. "You want to touch them?" "Yes.." Dan's reply was hoarse. Yes he very much wanted to see her breasts - to touch them. He wanted that more than anything. "I'll give you something you want..." Megan purred. "But first you give me something I want." "I...guess," Dan replied. Then thought better of it. "But you can't tell anyone. Not even your friends." "Okay." Megan said. "It will be our little secret." "Promise?" "Promise." Megan replied a little too quickly to suit Dan. "Okay." Dan reluctantly agreed. But he didn't realize the extent of what he agreed to. Not until Megan reached beneath her skirt and wriggled out of a pair of skimpy lacy nothings. At first Dan thought this was part of his reward. That he was going to get a chance to do much more than play with Megan's boobies. That maybe, he'd go further than second or third base tonight. But that was before Megan handed him the panties and the bra she'd already stripped out of. "Then put these on." Megan said. "I-" Dan hesitated as he realized that to comply with his agreement that he was going to have to get naked. "Are you scared Dan?" Megan teased. "I didn't realize I was going to the prom with a chicken. I don't think I - want to go to the prom with a chicken." But Megan wasn't going to the prom with him. Not anymore. Not since she'd been confronted by Marie. "I'm not scared." Dan mumbled. But he was scared. Tee-totally and positively terrified. He was going to have to strip while Megan stayed clothed. Not only that, but she would see his cock. And by now his cock was in quite a state. However, Dan felt he had to go through with it. He'd agreed to. Anything less and he wouldn't save face. But why was he so worried? She'd see him naked eventually. It was well known that you usually got lucky on prom night. Not to mention he'd seen guys dress as girls on some of the comedy sitcoms. There was even mix up day at his school back on Ohio and lots of guys dressed as girls. It was no big deal. Trying to still his trembling fingers, Dan stripped off his clothes. Then stepped into the panties and pulled them up. He blushed a bright red as he realized his erect cock was poking out of the top of her panties. He hid his manhood behind his hand. "You are so sexy in my panties," Megan smiled, suppressing a giggle. "Now the rest." The bra was next. Dan needed help in getting it fastened. Megan even took care to fill out the cups with tissue. Next came a skirt. A pleated mini that barely covered his bottom. A pair of white leggings with a bit of lace at the top hid his leg hair and gave them a feminine shape. A tight pink shirt was next. Dan felt his face grow hot as he read the the screen printed letters. Girls rule. Boys drool. God, was he ever going to live this down? Lacy socks. A pair of heels. He better get to do more than to feel her titties. He better get to do a whole lot more. "Let me do your nails next." Megan said. She was smiling broadly now. It was almost impossible to suppress the giggle that threatened to burst free from her. God, what sort of boy let himself be dressed up like this? Worse, what sort of boy....looked so...much like a girl once done up in such a fashion? "But you promised," Dan reminded Megan. "It's your turn." "Polish first." "No," Dan demanded. Fuck it. He'd done enough. Now it was time for Megan to reciprocate. "Besides...how will we get it off?" "With remover silly," Megan said. "Now sit!" "But.." Dan found himself sitting. He didn't know Megan was so forceful. She'd always seemed more of a quiet type. Moreover, there was something about being dressed like this that made Dan feel a bet less forceful, and a bit more docile. However, no matter how docile he felt, he refused to give her his hand no matter how hard she tugged. Megan wasn't having much luck in finishing her job. She needed another plan. "Fine," Megan said turning loose Dan's hand. "If you don't want to feel my titties, see if I care. Go ahead, get on out of here then. Who ever heard of a boy who doesn't want to feel a girl's titties?" "Wait..." Dan said. He'd thought she wanted to put polish on his fingernails. Now he found out she wanted something entirely different. What sort of boy didn't want to feel a girl's titties? Dan certainly wasn't that sort of boy. God, women were so hard to figure out. He gave her his hand and held bated breath while she put it into her shirt. "Do you like them?" Megan asked."They are sexy aren't they?" "Yes.." Oh God yes. Dan could feel her warmth. Her yielding softness. The roundness of her breast. He paused briefly before touching her nipple. Wow! It grew stiff to his touch. "Not so hard," Megan said. "If you want to keep feeling, give me your other hand." Dan eagerly agreed. However, there were plans for this hand. Megan took it and began to put on the polish. Dan bit his tongue. He wanted her to stop, but he dared not balk lest he have to move his hand that was feeling girl's breast - and touching her hard nipple for the very first time. Once Megan finished the nails on Dan's left hand, she had to make a sacrifice to get his right. Not much of one. A raising of her hem. A spreading of her thigh to show a bit of her pussy. The boy was an eager puppy. A moth to a flame. She wondered why she'd said 'Yes' when he asked her to the prom. The fact that her boyfriend had dumped her for another girl had a lot to do with it. Dan tried to cop a feel. His sweaty palm touching her thigh and moving higher. So close to that sweet pussy. Megan slapped the back of his hand. "Your nails are wet! Be patient. Good things come to boys who wait." Dan licked his lips. He didn't like waiting, but he liked good things. Megan looked over at the clock. Shit! It wouldn't be long now, not if Marie kept her end of the bargain. She blew Dan's nails dry with a blowdryer. "Look," Dan said, catching Megan looking at the clock, he suddenly became aware of what time it was. He wanted to stay. Wanted to get lucky. But he had to get home, or he'd get in trouble. "Let's get all this stuff off. I gotta get home." "Oh baby," Megan purred, sucking a fingertip in her mouth and making a show of it. "Already? But I thought we could do other things. Fun things. Or do you need to get home to mommy and daddy?" Marie took Dan's finger in her mouth and sucked on it. Then she stood Dan up and captured him in her arms. She could feel his hardness pressing against her. It was a bizarre feeling. Looking all sweet and soft, yet that hard-on, so out of place with the rest of him. Seeing him like this. She'd never be able to look at him the same way again. Not as a boy. She'd seen other boys dressed as girls on Halloween. However, that was always in jest. A caricature of a woman. Bad makeup and huge balloons for tits. But Dan...Dan looked real cute. Too cute. So cute she didn't feel like this next part. She closed her eyes...and pictured her ex-boyfriend Peter as she kissed him. She nibbled playfully bit his neck and ear. She kissed him forcefully, like Peter used to kiss her. She kneaded his ass cheeks. She reached underneath his shirt and pulled at his nipples. It was gross, yet kinky at the same time. It was like making out with a girl. For that was what Dan was now as far as she was concerned. A girl. And Megan wasn't into girls. God, what was keeping Peter so fucking long? Marie had promised. He should be there by now, Megan thought as she sneaked one last look at the clock. Dan wasn't looking at the clock anymore. He was already late and would be in trouble for sure. But Dan was thinking that Megan was his girl. His first girl. A bit kinky, but God what a girl. He was about to blow his top. The feeling increased when Megan pushed him on his back on her bed, tossed her hair back, and then mounted him. He reached beneath her short skirt and felt the bare naked cheeks of her bottom. He reached even further. Curls. Softness. Wow! Fucking wow! However Megan pulled his hand off her and pulled them up out of the way- using her weight to keep them trapped next to Dan's head. Kissing him while keeping him firmly in hand and under control. Dan pushed his hips up. Trying to find traction. If he could get his hard cock out from the confines of panties and skirt, he's be able to easily push it inside her. To fuck her. To lose his virginity. There was only one problem, he didn't have condoms. Maybe she did? Pregnancy was a worry, but suddenly Dan had more dire worries to think about. There was an urgent rapping at the window. He looked over in alarm. A boy was outside the window. A large redneck looking one at that. Oh God. Fucking hell. Dan was busted. Dressed as a girl - made up like a little tramp. He'd never ever live this down. "Wait - Megan!" Dan said in a hushed tone, as Megan clambered off him and practically ran to the window. "Close the curtains. Hurry." However, Megan didn't close the curtains. She leaned over, grunted, and tugged it up. And poor Dan couldn't appreciate the sight that had been granted him. The smooth perfect mounds of flesh flexing as Megan tugged up on the window. And there below - her cute little pussy and the tight pucker of her asshole. But Dan couldn't appreciate these things. Instead, all he could think about was the sound of wood sliding against wood. The most horrifying sound Dan had ever heard. He did the only thing he could. He reached over and picked up the first thing that came to hand. It was a teddy bear, but it would have to do. Dan held it over the lump in his skirt to hide his embarrassment. "What the fuck do you want Peter?" Megan said. "Hey babe, I want to talk to you for a minute," Peter said. "See, I want to get back together." "Get lost jerk." Megan said. "Hear me out," Peter said as he clambered into the window. "Come on Meg.." "Fuck you." Megan said. "And what are you doing here anyway?" "Me? What about you? Were you just making out with that girl?" Peter asked incredulously. Dan gave a sigh of relief. The interloper thought he was really a girl. It made thinks much easier. He kept silent and inconspicuous as possible to keep up the illusion. "So what if I was," Megan retorted. "In case you haven't noticed, we ain't together no more Peter. Besides it's a free country. And maybe ..maybe I like girls now. Maybe because you were so bad in bed." And Dan began to hope. Yes, what guy would stick around after being told that? Surely the uninvited bastard would leave now. "You never complained about it at the time," Peter said, the began to undo his pants. "What the fuck are you doing," Megan said. "You can't just come into my room after cheating on me with that slut Laurie and strip off and expect...and expect." "I'm just getting comfortable babe," Peter said. "After watching you girls make-out; these pants are feeling kind of tight." No matter what he said, It was clear that Peter did expect. He kissed Megan. "Stop it Peter," Megan whispered,but didn't slap him - didn't even turn her head out of the way. Marie had come through for her. That bitch Laurie was history. Soon she returned the kiss, her initial reluctance soon turned to greed and hunger. She moaned softly as he took her hand and wrapped it around his hard cock. "Seeing you kiss your girl friend has really worked me up," Peter said. "Look what you've done to me Meg." To Dan's horror, Megan didn't withdraw her hand. Instead she began to stroke the boy. With growing dismay, Dan realized she'd never be able to turn Peter away now. Leaving him there, helpless in a skirt. What was he going to do? He couldn't very well get his clothes without giving himself away. Even if he managed to sneak out, he couldn't go home ... not looking like this. Peter reached beneath Megan's skirt. Dan watched impotently as the fabric worked up and down. Watched as she didn't remove the offending hand as she had his own. Instead her slim thighs separated and her hips began to move. Up and down, working herself on Peter's hand. This was no longer the aggressive girl who had coerced him into her outfit and kissed him so forcefully. This girl docilely accepted kisses. She gave little mewling sounds. Even of the drone of wet smacking lips and heavy breathing, Dan could hear the slight wet sound ... a little slurp..slurp as Peter finger- fucked his date to the prom. All while Dan was helpless to do anything about it. Trapped in a skirt. Stuck impotently on the bed with a damned teddy bear hiding his erection. Part of him screamed to punch this asshole. But he couldn't. Not dressed like this. He could barely stand in the heels he wore, much less take on a bigger boy in a brawl. "Peter I can't," Megan breathed, as Peter nudged her down. "I've got company." But her demand had no force behind it as it had with Dan. The girl was already going to her knees. She took the boy's thick cock and rubbed it against her cheek with practiced ease. She missed this cock. Peter was an inconsiderate shit, but he had a cock like she'd never found the like of...and certainly not on this preppy little Yankee transplant. "She's watching." Megan purred. "It ain't like she ain't never seen a cock before," Peter said. "Come on Megan, I mean it. I'm in a real state. Quit being a fucking tease." "What about Laurie?" Megan asked. "I thought you were taking her to the prom." "Not anymore." Peter grunted, running his hands possessively through Megan's thick hair. "Are you sure?" Megan kissed the head of Peter's cock. "Yes," Peter moaned. "I talked to a girl today. And she said that Laurie got the crabs twice this year and had to go get fixed up at the doctor. Said she had caught something else, but she wouldn't tell nobody what it was." Megan took the head of Peter's cock into her mouth and sucked it, before pulling off with a wet smack. The sound was like a knife into Dan's heart. "I don't want you to tell her." Megan said. "I want you to stand her up...then show up with me. Otherwise you can go right back out the same window you came in." "What about that boy I seen you with?" Peter asked. "Are you gon' stand him up too?" "Don't worry about him," Megan said, her eyes cutting Dan with a sly and evil look. "He won't much of a boy to begin with. I was just with him to make you jealous." Then Megan took Peter's hard staff and ran her tongue along the base up to the bulbous tip, before pursing her lips and sucking it deep. "Oh Peter I've missed this dick," Megan said with a husky voice, her eyes big, almost worshipful kneeling down there on the floor. She sucked that thick dick down once again, gagging a bit, then going down once more. Peter gave a smug look over at the girl on the bed. He was proud of his cock and wanted her to get a good long look. He would have her too - eventually. He had most any girl that took a gander at him naked. Poor Dan looked on helplessly, getting more furious by the minute. The little bitch. The little redneck bitch had tricked him into this ridiculous getup - had used him, and now had not only left him high and dry; she'd tossed him aside like a piece of trash and was making out with her ex right under his nose. Goddamn it. Right there in front of him. It hurt. But God, why wouldn't his erection subside so that he could slink out in unnoticed? Worse, Megan's ex Peter was looking at him and Dan didn't like the look in the boy's eyes. At first Dan thought the look was due to him being humiliated at the loss of Megan. However, now Dan was beginning to suspect there was more to that look. There was a hunger in the boy's eyes. And he wasn't even looking at the girl on her knees giving him a blowjob. The boy was looking at Dan. Worse, he seemed to be going out of his way to make sure that Dan had the best view possible. "Suck that dick baby" Peter urged Megan. "Ain't that the biggest dick you ever seen?" "Oh yeah baby.." Megan moaned. "I've missed it." "I want to hear you when you suck," Peter urged. "You know how I like it. That's it baby. Suck it. Such that big fucking dick." Megan turned and glared at Dan. Why didn't the boy just leave? Hadn't she humiliated him enough? Did he have to sit there and watch her and Peter like they were some sort of side show for his enjoyment? And Peter was no help. Slapping his cock against her cheek. Against her tongue. Telling her he wanted to hear her. Megan slipped her hand between her thighs. God, she was wet. She began to rub and she began to suck loudly, just like Peter liked. It was embarrassing in a way, but at the same time it was strangely exciting. With poor Dan watching, but unable to do anything. And there was little Dan could do. If he wasn't dressed like a girl, he could at least fight for his honor or at the very least skulk away. But like this...how could he fight in heels and a skirt. How could he fight without blowing his cover. Things were as bad as they'd ever been, but they only seemed to be getting worse. Peter was mouthing words to him. Both of you. At the same time. Come on. Let's go. She don't care. It was a measure of justice. The boy was back in Megan's life and already he was trying to cheat, even while the girl was heartily giving him a blowjob. She was noisy, squeaking and sucking. Much noisier than Dan had imagined a blowjob ought to sound. If only he were in Peter's shoes right now. But he wasn't in Peter's shoes. He was in Megan's. And those shoes hurt because they were two sizes too small. Seeing her like that, Dan knew he'd made a mistake. What he saw as a worldliness, unlike some of the other small minded people at his school, was merely meaness. And what he'd mistaken for sexiness...and cuteness...it something baser. Was pure slut. And Dan hated not just Peter, but Megan too. As a matter of fact, Peter had done him a favor. Megan? That bitch was pure bitch! A cruel little bitch. Dan's desire waned as his hate grew. He put down the bear he held over his lap. It was no longer necessary. He wanted to take his leave, but he dared not go out the door. Her parents had seen a boy and they'd expect a boy. So, Dan went out the window. Skulked away like a thief in the night. While Peter turned Megan around and began to fuck from behind. Dan didn't get much sleep that night. He masturbated guiltily. He couldn't help himself. The bitch had left him with blue balls. And he tried to think of his usual fantasies, but even with all the bad stuff that had happened, he fantasied about what might have happened had Peter not come in while he was alone with Megan. He came, but his aching balls made it less than enjoyable. Later, Dan resolved never to talk to Megan again. He'd love to give the little bitch a piece of his mind, but if he did so, she'd might spill his secret. A secret that had to remain secret. It had to. ***************** At school the next day, Dan tried to forget what had happened the night before. And he thought he had till Pauli showed up. "I tole' you beau," Pauli laughed and slapped Dan on the back. "You don' mess with no voodoo witch. Most of all, you don't mess with Marie Lebeaux. Ha, but you told me didn't you Danny boy? Tole me there won' no such thing as voodoo. Now you dun got hexed up proper. It's all over the school. You a girlie girl. Ha...no such thing as voodoo, right smart guy." "What are you talking about?" Dan asked with a sinking feeling in his gut. "That you got turned into a girl las' night," Pauli said. "I don't know what anyone has told you," Dan said, praying he'd been able to get all the makeup off his face and fingernails last night. He'd scrubbed and scrubbed. "But they are full of shit Pauli." "It was your girl that tol' Danny," Pauli laughed. "Said you went over to her house for a little hanky panky, but you couldn't do it. Not only that, she said you ended up bein' a girl. Said she was more boy than you were. Till she got tired of being with a girl and wanted some dick. She went back to her old boyfriend." "She's just mad..." Dan lied. "I - I - we did it. Well we didn't do it. She gave me a blow job." Dan continued thinking fast, telling a tale only last night he was Peter and not Dan. "And then I broke up with her after. So...so she was pissed off. That's...why ...that's why she's trying to get back at me." "Danny boy," Pauli laughed. "She's got you cold. She got it all on video and is showin' everyone. When I first saw...I couldn't believe it was you. I thought it was just some girl she was kissin' on - and feelin' up. And watchin' I could see her getting frustrated. Just like she described. Sure enough, she wanted a boy, but had a girl. And the girl she had. That girl with a dimple on her chin just like you and her hair was the same color...that girl she was making out with...that girl was you. Dan could feel the tears fill his eyes and he blinked them back lest they fall. God, this was the worst. The worst ever. The awful bitch had not only gone back to her redneck boyfriend, she had betrayed him in the process. What was he going to do? Everyone was going to think he was some sort of fag. "That's when I tole' 'em what happened," Pauli said. "I tole' 'em you got hexed for messin' wit' Marie. That you'd been voodoo'd up proper. And Megan...she agreed. She said you was once a boy...but that you must of got hexed just like I said. Cuz you won't a boy no more. "You got to go to her Dan. You got to go to Marie and get her to take that hex off you. You give her anything she asks or it's only going to get worse. I've never had it happen to me Dannie boy, but my family has. We know how it is. Go to her. Give her whatever she wants. Do it before it is too late." So Pauli didn't think Dan was a fag. He thought that...that a voodoo spell had made him into a girl last night. And Megan had agreed with him. Everyone believed it was true. It was ridiculous on the surface of it. But...what would he rather? Everyone to think he was a fag ...or the victim of a voodoo spell. The first would leave him mortified, the second would make him some sort of hero if he played it right. The choice was easy. He would keep up the lie. "I'll do it Pauli," Dan said, deciding to go along with it. "I'll talk to her first thing." "Your parts?" Pauli asked. "Are you a man now?" "Yes," Dan replied quickly. "All my parts are intact." "What was it like last night?" Pauli asked. "Were you ... were all your parts... girl parts?" "I don't know," Dan said not knowing how to reply. "Maybe - I didn't check." "On the video....it looked like Megan checked...Dan I think....you was definitely all girl last night." "I don't know Pauli," Dan said, his cheeks hot with shame. "But I'm going to go to Marie ... and get her to undo this spell. I never realized.. that voodoo was so...powerful." "You better hurry beau," Pauli warned. "Cuz you ain't seen nothin' yet." Who would have thought it? Dan pondered. Just yesterday he was on top of the world. And while voodoo didn't turn him into a girl....was it coincidence that his like had turned to shit 24 hours after pissing off the daughter of a voodoo queen? Whatever the case, he had to go to her now. To keep up the illusion that he'd been put under a hex...or spell or whatever the hell it was. Besides, he'd been a jackass and owed the girl. Yes, he owed her an apology at the very least. He thought back to what he'd done just a few days before. ********** And was just a few days before when Dan had felt so sure of himself. And he had good reason to feel good. He was going to the prom ... with Megan Beaumont. He wanted to brag, but to be honest, Megan wasn't the prettiest apple in the barrel. However, Megan was blond, and had nice tits, long legs, and a plump little bottom. The only problem was that Megan wasn't quite hot enough to brag about dating, so Dan did the next best thing. He rubbed it in to the one person who certainly wasn't going to the prom. "Hey Marie. Marie Lebeaux." Dan laughed. "Got a date for the prom?" Marie glared at him and shook her head. She arched an angry eyebrow in his direction. "What's the matter," Dan giggled. "You get turned down by all the girls?" Oh that was a good one. He really zinged that in. But why wasn't anyone else laughing? It was funny. Besides, even though Marie sounded like she had lived there all her life, she was an outsider. People walked around her like she had the plague. Sure, she smelled weird, scented oils and incensee...like some of those hippie chicks back home...but there didn't seem to be a good explanation of everyone's attitude toward the girl. "Get it...girls...because you dress like...a boy..." He could hear his voice echo it was so quiet. Worse, it seemed like he had been shunned. No one would meet his eye. No one told him. Not till later. When Marie wasn't around. "You one crazy beau," Pauli said in a hushed voice. "You better go find Marie and tell her you are sorry. Give her some money too. Just don' give her nothin' of yourn. Otherwise..." "What are you talking about?" Dan asked. "You act like you are scared of her or something." "Do you know who that is?" Pauli asked incredulously. "That be Marie Lebeaux. The Marie Lebeaux. They make songs about her great great grandmother." "And what does her great great grandmother have to do with anything?" "You the smartest stupid person I ever met," Pauli said. "Her great grandmother was a voodoo queen. Her grandmother was a voodoo queen. Her mother. She a queen too. Marie...she ain't no queen yet...but beau I tell you true...you don't fuck with her; else she put a curse on you." "A curse," Dan chuckled. "Like with voodoo dolls? Oh I'm so scared. Oh no, don't stick a pin in my voodoo doll...or I'll die. I'll die...." Dan wasn't just content with making fun of voodoo, he pantomimed getting stuck with a needle to his heart and going down to his knees. "I said enough beau," Pauli said. "You laugh all you want. But you stay away from me tomorrow. From now on...until you get straight with Marie...I don't know you." "Pauli.." Dan said, coming to his feet. "Come on. I was just joking. There's no such thing as voodoo. Seriously. No such thing." Dan wouldn't have laughed quite so hard if he had seen the inside of the Lebeaux household. There were skulls, runes, old rum bottles, and several dead chickens hanging from the ceiling. No voodoo was taking lightly here. It was serious business. It had been for generations. Ever since the original Marie Lebeaux had killed off the other voodoo queens and named herself to the throne. And that same night the young Marie had told her mom about what happened at school. "Mamma, there's this boy at school," the young Marie said to woman that was busy plucking the feather from a chicken. This wasn't voodoo rights, it was only dinner. "And you like dis boy?" the older Lebeaux replied. "You want me to spell him for you? You want me to make him swoon?" Young Marie's eyes blazed in fury. "No mamma. Dis boy make a fool of me. He want to know if I ask a girl to the prom. Make like I'm not a woman momma." "I put the evil eye on this boy," the older Lebeaux said. "People got to know they don't trifle with a Lebeaux. Who is he?" "Just a boy," Marie said. "He not from these parts. But no evil eye momma. He was mean, but he don't deserve to wind up like that." "We got to teach lesson," the older Lebeaux said. "We got to. Otherwise people don't believe....and if people don't believe..." She didn't need to tell her daughter. If people didn't believe, the she would be the last...the last voodoo queen. "Oh no mamma," young Marie said. "We teach a lesson. But we teach the right lesson. I know you don' like me going to school mamma, but I learn about all sorts of things in my classes. Let me tell you about something called irony...then you can tell me if you have magic enough for it. Okay mamma?" As the younger Marie told the older Marie what she wanted, the old voodoo queen began to smile and the smile grew more and more the more she pondered the implications. "Oh I got magic enough for that honey," the voodoo queen said. "As a matter of fact, I think it's time you started doing some magic of your own." "Me momma?" "Yes, you chile',"the voodoo Queen said. "It's high time. Do you know the two kinds of magic girl?" "White and black?" "No chile'" Marie's momma said in a hushed tone. "There's real magic and then there's the other kind." "What's the other kind?" the young girl asked. "You mean it's fake?" "Oh no, we don't call it that," the older woman said. "Let's call it fickle magic. Let's say someone comes and pays me to put the eye on someone. Sure I can put the eye on them. But most times I wait and see if the fickle magic will do anything. Sometimes I may even help the fickle magic along by whispering something into someone else's ear. Like I hear this person goes out of town on the weekend. Would be a shame if something was stolen from them. I tell the right people that, and the next thing you know. Magic." "But that's just chance and dumb luck." "Hush chile', that's fickle magic." the voodoo queen said with a gleam in her eye. "And it's the magic you will use 9 times out of 10." "What about the other kind," the young girl asked. "What about real magic." "Everyone always wants to know about the real kind," the older woman chided. "Din' I jus' say that you use the other more? That makes it jus' as important. Maybe more important. Oh I see in your eye girl, you think all my magic may be the fickle kind. Let me show you it ain't. Let me get some magic for you now that I'm done w' dis' rue." The voodoo queen went back to her room and pushed in a knot in the floor then opened a loose board. Inside was a velvet bag. The old woman carefully untied the sash around the top and began to take the object out. The young Marie Lebeaux could feel the power from the object even from where she was. It was dark wood, and the room was poorly lit, but there seemed to be a darkness that surrounded the object. A sphere where shadow won over light. "You feel the magic chile'" the older woman asked. "Yes momma...but..." she could feel the power but there was something else about the object that was even more noticeable. It was what it was. It was made of mahogany and covered in runes, but there was something inescapable. It was phallic in shape. No, not merely phallic. It was lurid and vulgar. The young girl wasn't experienced in such matters, but this didn't look to be merely some sort of old fashioned dildo from long days passed. The bulbous head looked like two plums that had been fused together. Then there was the shaft. Its girth was wider than her mother's hand; even though her mother had large hands. Its knots and twists seemed to be naturally made, but nature must have been feeling particularly perverse when it was forming this bizarre looking thing. There was also a series of smaller knots on the underside that ... Marie couldn't help but imagine a woman on her hands and knees, sweaty, being taken from the rear, grunting and groaning as each knot tugged at the woman's clit before rudely being pushed into her sex. "It's like a gun," the older woman said. "This is the business end. You don't want ever...EVER...be at this end. This other...that is meant for you." Somehow Marie hadn't even noticed the slim smooth shaft at the other end of the phallus. "If this end is in you and you use the other on a voodoo witch," Marie Lebeaux said. "Then you steal all her power." "Yes chile'" the voodoo queen said. "That's how your great great grandmother became a voodoo queen. She stole this from a voodoo witch...then she used it on her. Then she kilt her just to be sure." "But there ain't any voodoo witch's no more. But this thing still has uses. It can spell a girl. Can make her fall in love. It can do things to a man as well. your great grandmother found out by accident. She use it on the white man who thought he owned her. She didn't get his magic, but she got his strength. She tole' her daughter there was more. It took his manhood too. It make him small down there...while this thing grew bigger. It took several times, and each time he pleaded and begged more and more. After the second time he signed papers to free her. But she came back later and took him again and again. Took all his money too. Made him free all his slaves. Took him and took him , till he grow tits and pussy. Till no one can tell he was ever a man. Ha! He won' no trouble to anyone after that." "But I don't see how I can use this on Dan," Marie said. "I can't do like she did and just take him by force." "Yes, it tricky using magic," the voodoo queen said. "Sometimes you must to sneaky things. Sometimes you must do hard things. Mean things. But it's past time for you to learn these things. So here's you will do this thing. You will make this boy grow tits and you will make sure that everyone at school knows. You will teach these youngins to fear the magic of Lebeaux. Or we teach him another way. The voodoo queen picked up a deformed glass eye. We put the evil eye on him and then he be dead. That will put the fear into those youngins just as much." The young girl was having second thoughts about mentioning Dan's comments. The boy really wasn't entirely to blame as he wasn't from there. But it was too late now. Marie came up with a plan that night. A strange plan. A kinky plan. She masturbated three times and though she felt guilty about it each time after, the feelings in her body made her do it yet again. With a contented sight she reckoned, this might not be so bad a plan after all. The next day she talked to Megan. And wrote a note to Peter. Fickle magic and real magic. It was all down hill from there. ********* Now everyone was laughing at Dan's expense. Well, not so much laughing as smiling and pointing. He had to do something about it. He had to talk to Marie... to see if she'd help him put his reputation intact. Dan felt a bit of fear this time as he approached the dark-skinned girl. But only a bit. There was no such thing as voodoo. It was a case of picking a bad apple to take to the prom. As a matter of fact, these rednecks fear of voodoo was turning out to be a blessing. "Hi Marie," Dan said. "Can I talk to you for a minute?" "Sure." Marie said in a friendly tone. "Look about what I said last week," Dan began. "I'm really really sorry about that. I had no right." "Okay," Marie said. "I forgive you." That was easy. Maybe too easy. "I was ahh...wondering if...see people think you put a hex on me." "I didn't." Marie said dismissively. "I know," Dan said. Oh this was going to be so simple. "But people ... well..they think you did. And well...could you pretend to ...well pretend like you did...and make a show of undoing it?" "I wish I could..." Marie said. "Like I said. I didn't hex you. My momma did. An I ain't no voodoo queen Dan. My momma don't even let me mess with anything 'cept mixin' plants and such." "Your momma....she hexed me?" Dan felt stunned. So it was true. "Yes," Marie said. "You can't mess with me. No one is allowed to mess with a Marie Lebeaux. I mean...even though I ain't a voodoo queen now, I will be the next queen, once momma retires. So there's...rules 'bout such things." "But you don't really believe..." This couldn't be real. People didn't still believe in ridiculous superstitions like this anymore. Did they? "I seen too much to not believe." And the girl's eyes showed she wasn't playing. She really did believe. "But what happened to me was ...just a mean girl and dumb luck." "And what will it be the next time something bad happens?" Marie said. "Just worse luck. Dan...that's the way this stuff happens." Dan still didn't believe it. But this girl did. More importantly, most of these backwards ass people did too. Maybe he could use that to his advantage. If these people believed he was hexed, then he could be unhexed, and nothing to be embarrassed about. "Well could you pretend to the spell? Please. Just wave your hands and say the spell is undone? Maybe where as many people here as possible can see?" Dan begged. "I'm really in a bad spot here." "I can't do it," Marie said. "Even if I wanted to. There's rules about these things. You go see another voodoo witch and tell her who laid that curse on you. See what happens. You be lucky to get out with your skin, cuz they don't dare cross momma. Even I don't cross momma." "But" "Look, you tell 'em I undid it if you want to," Marie said. "And I won't tell 'em no different. Will that work?" "I guess," Dan said. He thought it over for the rest of the day. It would do after all. he could make a big show of it and Marie would not say otherwise. Dan could embellish it a bit. Tell about going out to the woods at night. Yes, it'd be a good tale. He'd tell 'em all the very next day. That afternoon after school, Dan felt better than he had all day. He went to start his car, but it wouldn't turn over. Damn. And there was an old beater next to his. It belonged to none other than Marie Lebeaux. A crappy Chrysler that was 15 years old or more that looked like it was held together with twine and duct tape. Luckily she happened to be going to her car. "Marie..." Dan's voice felt small. "My ..car won't start. Could you...give me a ride home." "Sure Dan," Marie said after giving a huff of annoyance. "Get in..I guess." On the way Marie gave voice to Dan's suspicions. "So you still think it's just more dumb luck?" Marie asked. "Dumb luck what happened with that girl of yours. Dumb luck your car won't start. Dumb luck I was parked right next to you?" But it wasn't dumb luck. It was a sock stuffed into Dan's exhaust pipe. It was fickle magic, but it worked. "Maybe..." Dan was beginning to have doubts. At first he'd wondered if he'd been set up. But the girl sounded so casual about it. Hell, she'd even given voice to his own suspicions. The odds of such things were pretty slim. Dan remembered the story of Pascal's wager. To believe in God or not. To believe, it cost nothing, but you got heaven in return. To disbelieve, it cost nothing and gave you eternal damnation. At this point it seemed to make good sense to believe in a little voodoo. "But I could be wrong," Dan said. "I wonder...well..could you get your mother to undo the hex?" "Sure I could and she'd tell me no." Marie said. "You'd have to go to her and make a deal. And Dan, be real careful about making deals with momma. I'm serious. This ain't no joke to her." Dan didn't relish the thought of having to bargain with some voodoo woman. "...but there's one thing..." Marie said. "..never mind. Forget I said it." "What?" "No..." Marie said. "It's a bad idea." "Tell me," Dan begged. "Please." "You'll think it's stupid," Marie said. "And it probably is." "What is it?" "Well...you could come over to my house," Marie said. "My momma is going off tonight and we could search around. See you can't just put a voodoo spell on somebody. It don't work like that. You got to have a way to tie the spell to 'em. Some hair. Something that belongs to them. Something personal. If we can find that...and burn it. It will break the hex - and my momma never has to know." A bad idea? Dan was stunned. It was a fine idea. An absolutely great idea. "Let's do it!" Dan said. "Dan..." Marie shook her head. "You see? It sounds like a fine idea to you. What if this is the hex at work? See this is what happens? You go out with some girl and she gets you all dressed up. Your car breaks down and who happens by at that exact moment? Me. The daughter of the voodoo witch that hexed you. Then we talk about your problem, and I say it's a crazy idea and it is. But you think it's a great one. That's just the way a hex works." "But it would break the hex!" It was simple logic. This girl seemed smart at times, but she missed the basics. "Will it?" Marie said. "Or is the hex working on you right now? On both of us." "No," Dan said. "I would know if it was." "Would you Dan?" Marie said. "Because my momma don't allow no boys to visit me. So you got an idea of how you could come to my house and hang out with me so my momma don't suspect? Like I said, this be the hex at work." "...yes..." Dan admitted slowly. He could see where this was going. He could see how the girl would think it was the hex at work. And maybe it was. He still had the clothes Megan had dressed him up in. Hidden in the bottom of his closet, because he hadn't found a way to sneak them out to throw in the trash yet. It was the obvious choice. It was fucking stupid that he was even considering it. Perhaps there was another way. "Maybe you could look for it without me?" "How do I know what is yours and what is somebody else's?" Marie said. "It's just a baseball card to me or a concert ticket. Only you can recognize what's yours." "I..." Dan was conflicted. but he was beginning to believe in the hex. There seemed only one solution. If this was hex work- Dan saw no way except to give in till he could get it reversed. "I still have Megan's clothes. I guess I can dress up again. I could pretend to be a friend from school." Marie looked at Dan inquisitively, tucking a thumb under his chin and tilting his head from side to side, appraising him in a manner he was unaccustomed to. "I would imagine you could fool my mom, if you keep quiet. I still say it's hex work. But if you want to do it, I'll help you if I can." "Okay...I'll do it." Dan replied in a hushed voice. One more time. One final time. ************** Dan almost backed out several times. Especially after what had happened at Megan's house. Worse, this time it was harder than he reckoned. The first time Megan had dressed him. This time, he did it on his own. The first time, Megan had all the supplies handy, this time Dan had to sneak them from his mom's room. Then he lied to his parents and told them he had a date tonight and took everything he needed with him in his book bag. He changed clothes on the way and made up his face in the mirror. It took longer than he thought. It took even longer to find Marie's house, even though he had directions. He passed her drive several times, it didn't even look like a drive. More like a path into the swamp. "Please please please, let this be Marie's house," Dan prayed as he walked to the door. He almost turned around and fled back home. The place looked scary. And what would happen if someone opened the door and saw him dressed as he was in a little skirt. He would be helpless. He couldn't bring himself to go on the porch. What if this was some sort of cruel joke. What if Marie sent him out here to some strange home full of these weird sounding creole people. "You just gonna stand there all day?" A voice croaked from the window. "Come in girl, this be Marie Lebeaux's house. The very one. A voodoo Queen. If you want a spell or hex worked, a boy to fall in love, a rival to fall...down a flight of stairs...heh..heh..heh...you come to de' right place." "Momma," a younger voice whined. "You are embarrassing me. I tole' you my friend was coming over tonight." "Friend?" the old voice croaked. "A white girl your friend? You got some strange ideas in your head girl. But at least you ain't trying to bring a boy to my house. Let me catch you and I'll skin him alive...heh..heh...and I hope he's a big strapping boy, cuz that gator out back has worked up a real hunger. Come in girl. What's keeping you out there?" The fucking gator, Dan thought. Shit, but it was too late to back out now. The porch creaked as he went up the steps of the shack. The place made his legs tremble. They trembled even more when he saw inside. Skulls, weird drawings that looked like they were made with dark grease, candles, a rooster in a cage. Fuck, these were some strange people. At least there was a familiar face there - his classmate Marie. She took him by the hand, and pulled him inside. "Momma," Marie said. "We're going to my room." That he would never be seen again suddenly crossed Dan's mind. His parents didn't know where he was. No one did. This was a really bad idea. However, once he was inside Marie's room he instantly felt better. It was a normal room. Poor. But normal. There were no strange drawings, no chickens, no jars of herbs and pickled gross things. There were posters on the wall with regular groups and TV show icons. There was a small TV. It was lit a small light on her nightstand, beside a small twin bed. The room put him at ease. It looked more suitable for a girl, and looked a bit out of place for the tall dark skinned girl that lived there now. But it fit now that Dan thought about it. With no real friends and an overprotective mother...this room was the result. "Want to watch some TV?" Marie said. "We've got to kill some time until my mom leaves. Then the house is all ours. We'll only have an hour to search...forty-five minutes to be safe." Marie began to flip through the channels. "I think the office is on. You want to watch it?" "Sure," Dan replied. This was almost normal. Hanging out with a friend who ignored that he was dressed like a girl, while he ignored the weirdness that was going on in this strange house. But it wasn't long before Dan felt a hand on his thigh. If he were wearing jeans and dressed as a boy, he wouldn't have given it a second thought. But now, now it was all he could think of. That and his new- found vulnerability. And he was truly vulnerable. A girl could take offense of a misplaced hand. A boy was expected to ignore it. "You make a pretty girl," Marie said. "When I saw that video with you and your girlfriend, and you were making out, at first I thought it was two girls. And when they said one was a boy, even then I thought it was the other girl; the one on top." "It was...just a game...." Dan demurred. "And then that boy came in the window," Marie continued. "A real man would have kicked that boy's ass, but you just sat on the bed and watched. I'm wondering..." And that hand on his thigh became more inquisitive. It slowly move up above his thigh and finally under the hem of his skirt. "What are you doing?" Dan whispered as he grabbed her by the wrist lest she molest him. "I want to know," Marie said. "How bad my momma has hexed you." "It's not my fault. I couldn't fight him," Dan pleaded. "Not dressed like...like this... What if he had found out? Jeez, I can barely walk in these shoes." "Stop squirming dummy," Marie said. "Do you want my mother to hear you?" "No..." Dan admitted begrudgingly. Because it wasn't just his squirming causing the small bed to squeak, but Marie's as she wrestled her wrist free. "Please..." Dan begged. His secret was obvious now anyway. His little skirt had tented up once more. Dan's knees trembled with his embarrassment. "What do I spy?" Marie teased. "I guess momma ain't hexed you too bad. Did wrestling me turn you on? You want to wrestle some more? I like to wrestle. Even if you are not very good at it." "Marie..." Dan hissed, lurching out of bed. But he didn't go far because she still held firmly to the hem of his short skirt. A skirt that now hung dangerously low on his hips. "Stop it Marie...please..." If he had on jeans, he could have pulled away. He could have walked out the door. These clothes...these clothes made him so helpless. So impotent. How did girls manage day in and day out? Now, he stood and pulled on his skirt, preventing it from falling further, yet forcing him close to her, while one of her hands captured his erect cock through the fabric of his skirt and the other roamed unopposed over his body. He wanted to flee, but her mother was out there and there was no way he could face her with his cock advertising what he was. He didn't dare go out the window either. It faced the back yard and no telling what was back there. An alligator according to Marie's mother. "Shhh..you didn't tell that little blond slut to stop did you?" Marie whispered in Dan's ear. "And I'm a better girl than her, ain't I Dan?" There was only one answer to such a question. The only one that wouldn't cause this impetuous girl to get mad and call for her mom. "Yes ...you are better." "And I'm prettier too, ain't I?" No, you are too tall. Too big boned. your nose too broad. your face too flat. Too coarse. But even so, Dan could see that the girl had her redeeming qualities. She had a full sensual mouth. Dark mysterious eyes. And perhaps, perhaps she wasn't a cruel bitch. No one could be as cruel as Megan had been. "Yes..." Dan whispered. "you are prettier." Marie took him by the chin and tilted his head up. Her mouth came down. Dan didn't know if this was what he wanted. Still, he let her kiss him. She wasn't much of a kisser. Not like Megan. It was as if she were...learning. First pecks, then tongue...figuring out how to keep their noses out of the way; all the while, her hand pumped up and down on Dan's hard cock. Soon, the effects began to mount on the entrapped boy. His eyes closed. He responded to the kiss. Marie pulled away and looked at Dan's dazed expression. "I ain't ever kissed 'afore," Marie said. Dan was at a loss for words and she kissed him again. The girl quickly grew more confident. Her kisses grew passionate - hungry. She nibbled his ears. She sucked his neck. She pinched his nipples and felt his cock throb in her hand. It was time. And God she was more than ready. She was soaked down there. She led him to the bed by his cock, pulling him along as if it were a leash. Dan went along without protest. She may not have been the kind of girl he planned on, but his cock was quite sure she'd do. If only he weren't dressed like a girl..but he had to admit the kinkiness was a turn on. But God...oh God he was scared. What if her mom found out? Was there really an alligator in their back yard? Marie turned off the TV and turned on the radio, increasing the volume until it was loud. Then she turned off the lamp, plunging the room into darkness. Dan could feel her sliding his panties down his legs. Her hot breath between his thighs. Her tongue gliding up his cock. Oh God! It was heaven. "We can't do this," he whispered urgently. "Your mother might hear us." Then he felt her lips at the tip of his cock. Even over the music, he could hear the sound of her sucking as she took him in. This..this was what Peter had experienced. Oh this was heaven all right. Well, Peter could have Megan..the slut. Poor Dan wasn't sure about Marie, but his urges had long overwhelmed his common sense. But before Dan could take his satisfaction, Marie's mouth pulled away. There was the sound of a zip and the rustling of clothes. Then Dan heard a drawer open. More rustling. Was she getting out a condom? Then a grunt followed by a wet sound. Then she was behind him. Nuzzling his neck. Capturing his cock once again. Pumping it. Playfully squeezing his swollen balls.Teasing him till his knees trembled. Making a fist and putting it around the head of his prick. With her other hand, she took him by the neck and bent him over. "You want it," Marie whispered. "You have to work for it." It was an awkward position to be sure, bent over as he was. But, Dan felt it a bit presumptuous to tell Marie he'd rather she kneel back down and suck him some more. Besides, Dan wasn't an expert by any means as he was technically still a virgin. So he tried to go with it. And he discovered that if he arched his back, that he could pump his slim hips, driving his cock into her fist. It was slick and wet, as if she'd put lotion on. Not as soft and sensual as her mouth. It was hard and callused, but oh..oh God yes...it would do. At least this once. And he could never ever tell anyone he'd done it with this homely back woods girl. Besides he couldn't say no. He needed her help. He pumped his hips more until his slim prick had been drilled all the way into Marie's tight fist. Oh fuck. It felt so much better than when he did it himself. It wouldn't be long. He moved his hips back to withdraw and made a terrifying discovery. There was something pressing against him. Something hard. Something where it ought not be. He froze. "Don't you want to cum?" Marie whispered playfully as she rolled Dan's tight balls with one hand before once again making a fist and pushing it down on his cock till it rested firmly against the base of his cock. Dan grunted as he fought to right himself, but Marie's hand on his neck had him firmly pushed down on the bed. And her other hand that held his cock felt so fucking good. There was only one problem... ...if he wanted friction, he'd have to move his hips. "Work for it. Come on... Just a little..." Marie urged. "Doesn't it feel good?" Her hand felt great. It was the other thing he wasn't sure about. Was it just his imagination? Dan gave the tiniest of motions with his hips. It wasn't much. Just a tiny flexing. Just to be sure. Then he was positive. No. He could never. Only fags did things like that. And Dan was no fag. He liked girls. He liked them a lot. "Marie..." Dan whispered even has his hips rocked more. "I...I don't want to do it like this. Let's do it the regular way." "Shhh...my mother will hear." Marie said. "Not like this...please.." Dan begged. "You don't want my momma to find you in here molesting her daughter." Marie said, rocking her hips gently. "Trust me, it won't just be a hex you'll have to deal with. My momma is mean." But Dan was the one being molested. He was helpless. Held from the front, Marie at his back. Not able to protest due to the girl's mother in the other room. There was worse... God he was losing it. Losing control. But there was one thing that prevented him from totally losing it. He began to come to terms with the thing's size. The thing was big. It would ....hurt... That was when it first entered Dan and the moment the first surge of power flowed into Marie. It was hot and warm. God, she needed more of that feeling. Her hips thrust of their own volition. Plunging the phallus into Dan's tight bottom. "Oh God," Dan groaned and then his breath was taken away. All at once it was as if his strength had been sapped as if he'd just finished running a marathon. The thing wasn't just poking into him now. It was IN him. And it was big. So fucking big. And it hurt. It felt like something had gone wrong inside him. He wanted it out. He wanted away. "Shhhh..." Marie urged. It wasn't necessary. Poor Dan couldn't fight. Couldn't shout. Couldn't even protest. Couldn't even support his own weight. Ahh...God... Dan went down on his hands and knees. With Marie going right after, still pushing the monster further and further inside him. God, when would it stop? How big - how big was it? It did stop. Eventually. And the thrust was reversed. The phallus withdrawn. There was a moment, just a small moment between withdraw and thrust that Dan felt he could have gotten free, could have at least said, no please stop. I don't want this. Felt a bit of his strength return. But that moment passed so quickly. Then once again it was as if his body was no longer his own. He moaned. Then he stayed there on hands and knees and, his legs opened legs wider, of their own volition. Offering himself up. It wasn't sane. It wasn't something he should have done. After all, it hurt. The second thrust didn't hurt as much. By the fourth pain had given way to pleasure. Dan relaxed. It didn't hurt, he just felt uncomfortably full. Stuffed. Fucking and being fucked. He felt a spasm inside him. A flood of heat. Marie's hand growing wet and sticky with his seed. It was over almost as quickly as it started. With a shivering moan, Dan rested his head on the rough plank flooring. He felt weak as a babe. Dan heard steps and then a drawer slide shut. Then the light was turned on. Marie looked at the boy strewn out on her floor. He didn't look like much of a boy with the skirt pulled up to his waist and his shirt rucked up, exposing a purple bra with tissue falling out. His asshole was red, and he looked helpless with everything just sitting out in the open like that. She liked the look of his dangling cock and balls. He was pretty. Marie felt a stirring in her loins at his prostrate form. Perhaps there was time to do it again? She looked at the clock. Shit! They had been at it longer than she thought. "Get up baby," Marie said. "My mom has been gone ten minutes. We don't have long to look before she gets back home." Dan groaned and cursed silently. He'd endured all that and Marie's mother wasn't even home. He'd been taken for a fool. He sat up, pulling his skirt down to protect his modesty. A skirt. God, why had he agreed to to this again. It seemed like every time Dan ended up in that skirt, bad things happened. Dan was ashamed, so very ashamed. Marie had no such inhibitions and stood naked from the waist down. He could see her tight curly pubes and the dark almost purple lips of her labia. She was wet and her clit was swollen. He'd caught glimpses of Megan, but he'd never seen a woman ...like that. Dan wondered about had happened between the two of them? Was Marie still his friend or had he been used once again. Used and tossed aside like Megan had done. Marie helped Dan from the floor and she kissed him again. Roaming her hands over his body. Megan had never done that. She'd been busy with that other boy. Dan felt a bit more confidence return. He had to find out one last thing. "You won't tell anyone about this will you?" Dan said. "Please Marie...I'm..I'm begging you." "Who would I tell?" Marie said. "Promise?" Dan said. "I promise you Dan." Marie said. And she said it in such a way that Dan knew the girl was truthful. And slowly whatever spell had robbed him of his will returned. "Good," Dan said. "Because I'm not doing this again. We might...try to be friends first and we can see what happens. But I'm not doing this. Not dressing in these clothes. Not ..not doing what we did earlier - on the floor." Dan shuddered. His ass still hurt. "Since you so ashamed of being with me tonight," Marie's eyes hardened. "How about you get that mess off the floor before mom sees it." Dan blushed at the sight of the pearly puddle he left behind. Evidence of his body's betrayal. Proof that he had enjoyed what happened. He got some tissue and mopped it up, while doing damage control. "I'm not saying I don't like you Marie," Dan said. "But Megan talked me into wearing this stupid outfit. And I feel like you...well the way you treated me tonight...it felt like...like.. you took advantage...." "Advantage of you? Oh no, not on purpose Dan. I warned you didn't I? It's hex work!" Marie said with feigned realization. Lying of course, but all the while wondering why she was lying. So what if he knew what had passed between the two of them. That had been the plan. To humiliate him, like he humiliated her. However, for some inexplicable reason, Marie didn't want him to know now. "I felt it too. Like I was being controlled. Taken advantage of. Like something else was in charge. Didn't you?" Yes..well not quite, but close enough. Hexwork. Was this part of the hex? Was there even such a thing as hexwork? More and more Dan was coming to believe there was. "We need to hurry and find what she has of yours," Marie said. "We don't have long." It was hard to look. Dan still felt like he had run a marathon instead of having sex. His legs and arms trembled. It took most of his will to continue on. They looked high and low around the house. However, there was one big problem. The place was a cornucopia of many such items. There were locks of hair attached to handmade dolls. There were rings - watches. All sorts of personal items. But nothing that Dan recognized as being his. Worse, they didn't have time enough to look - and so much time was wasted because Marie kept touching and kissing him. Dan protested the first few times, but he had to admit he enjoyed it. Soon on his way back home, and he never found the item that was used to work the hex on him. At least this time he had clothes to change into, and he didn't have to sneak into a window. Dan made up his mind about one thing that night as he lay in bed, trying to ignore the pain in his ass. He was not doing THAT again. What's more, he was going to throw away that cursed outfit before it got him in anymore trouble. ************************* The next morning Dan groggily and reached down as usual to scratch his chest, before rising from bed. Before, he hadn't believed in voodoo or hexes, but like breaking mirrors, he gave it a healthy dose of respect. However, that morning as his hands came into contact with two small soft pillows that hadn't been there the night before. Yesterday Dan was unsure. But today, Dan began to believe. Oh he believed in voodoo alright. His heart began to pound. They were small, but they were very much there. Breasts. Two of them. With aureoles. With horror he felt the tiny nubs of his nipples stiffen and crinkle against his palms. He reached down between his legs with sudden fear. He was comforted. Yes, he was still whole. He tossed back the blankets and surmised the damage. It was worse than he thought. There weren't just breasts...other things had changed as well. He looked softer. His knees were no longer knobby. His muscles smaller. His ass more round. His hair, he began to regret his long hair style - for his hair seemed to have more body, more natural curl. His prick...his balls...both were smaller. His face...while still his face....looked different. Softer. Eyes bigger. Nose thinner and slightly upturned. Less guy - more girl. There were more problems too. His clothes didn't fit anymore. His shoes were bigger. Everything was big on him, except the seat of his pants, which felt tight. Most everything could be hid. Only the breasts..his breasts posed a problem, because it was too hot for a coat. Feeling ingenious, he found some elastic support that he had for his sprained ankle three months earlier and wrapped it around his chest. Which wasn't comfortable, not at all. It felt like being kneed in the balls, only these balls were on his chest. There wasn't anything he could to about that, it would have to do. At least till he could get Marie to help him. If he had to, he'd go directly to her mother and get this hex business removed