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The Panty Raid John Grey is the big man on campus at USC, until he and his buddies decide to have a panty raid...on a coven of witches. John will slowly become everything he desires in a woman, but will John come out with panties as his prize, or will he be wearing them? Magic can be a bitch... Chapter 1 "Man, this is gonna be awesome!" Exclaimed Mitchell. "Shut the hell up you moron." Replied John. John, along with Mitchell and three other buddies were currently walking through a women's dormitory hallway. Their reason for being there? Simple, the football studs were about to commit a panty raid. The girls they were "raiding" were a women's rights sorority. Their leader, a bubbly brunette by the name of Mary Winchester, had repeatedly turned down John's advances, and he had had enough. The star Qb, along with some teammates, was now going to get even. The five boys stopped when they came upon three doors. "Alright guys, this is it." Said John in a serious tone. "Mitch and I will take this room on the right, and the rest of you take the other rooms. Remember, take panties and other kinky stuff, no clothing!" All the boys nodded in understanding. "Alright, let's go!" Exclaimed John. The other three boys went into the other two rooms, and John and Mitchell walked into their room. As they did so, John could have sworn that he felt something watching them. He quickly ignored the feeling, and followed Mitchell into the room. They would not leave... Chapter 2 John and Mitchell quietly entered the room, relieved to see that it was empty. The room was pretty simple, with four beds and a dresser to match each bed. On the far side of the room there was another door, likely leading to a closet or washroom. Mitch quickly made his way towards a bright white dresser, and John did the same. John opened the top drawer and saw the usual stuff. Bra's, panties and even a garter belt! Nothing too extreme though, and John was slightly disappointed. As he reached down to pull some out, a wave knocked John back and he landed on the floor. As he began to stand up he realized that he was now naked! He looked over and saw Mitchell also naked. "What the hell is going on?" Mitchell asked. "I don't know, but-" "SILENCE!" Exclaimed a serious yet sultry and feminine voice. "What the hell," John said, "Who said that?" "We did, the coven who reside in this house. You have mage a grave error John Grey, and now you will pay!" "Look, I am really sorry, we...we will leave, okay?" John said nervously. "No, no, no, you wanted panties, and you will get them!" Exclaimed the voice. "What...what do you mean?" Mitchell asked "Well," the voice said, "We are moving out, and we need some girls to hold down the fort. You two, along with your friends, will be those girls." John looked backed into the dresser, and was shocked to see the lingerie had changed. Instead of normal panties and bras, there were now DD bra's and size 14 panties, along with chokers, and nylon gloves! Only a sexual babe could fill into those things, John thought. As soon as he thought that, the panties attacked! Chapter 3 As the panties and bra's rose out of the drawer, John did the only sensible thing, he ran. He made it only two steps before a bright pink corset quickly fastened itself around John. The corset knocked the breath out of John, and he fell down. While on the ground, a sweet smelling gel was sprayed all over john, and all his body hair just disintegrated. At first, the corset was incredibly painful, but after a few seconds John no longer even noticed it. The corset quickly unfastened, and flew off. Leaving behind John with a much thinner more feminine 15" waist! "Holy shit!" John exclaimed, I have a chicks waist!" With the much thinner waist, John's hips, despite remaining unchanged, now looked decidedly feminine. John quickly stood up and ran after seeing a pair of size 18 bright neon pink panties come right at him. As he ran he realized that Mitchell had disappeared. He did not have time to worry about that, as the panties had just knocked him off his feet and slid right up his legs till they sat loosely on his hips. Immediately, his buttocks and hips began to expand. His small, manly, butt was quickly becoming a large bubble butt that put Kim Kardashian to shame. The same was applicable to his hips. He stood up once more, but immediately felt off balance due to the weight that was his behind. His spine quickly adjusted into a more feminine manner to support his incredibly luscious and juicy buttocks. It was at this pony that he realized his penis had snapped back, and was slowly shrinking. "No, no fuck you!" John screamed. He looked down and saw that his crotch now had a flat womanly look to it. He was about to scream when something hit him in the chest, knocking him back, hitting the wall. He was dazed for a few seconds before realizing that a size DD neon pink bra had fastened itself around his chest and was quickly inflating. John pulled with all his strength, but the bra would not come off! The cups were quickly filling up, and John's breasts were fast growing. This fight lasted another fifteen seconds, before it all stopped. An enormous pair of firm, perky breast that looked like two melons now filled the bra! "Holy crap, I have tits!" John exclaimed. As he began to regain all his senses, it felt as though he was sitting on two large pillows. After checking, he discovered that it was juts his luscious booty. John quickly stood up and ran towards the door on the other side of the room. After opening the door, he was horrified to see that he had entered an enormous walk-in closet. The door promptly shut behind him, locking him in the closet. He quickly scanned the room. Provocative and revealing clothing lined the walls, and John could see what looked to be a blonde wig on the far wall. He tried to open the door, but a pair of sweat pants knocked his feet out from under him. Another pair of sweat pants quickly wrapped themselves around his eyes, effectively making him blind. As he lied there, tied up on the floor, a pair of hot pink leather skinny jeans quickly floated towards him. Aside from the now incredibly sexy and feminine torso and buttocks that John possessed, he was still male, and he hoped to keep it that way. His hope shrank a little after the sweat pants holding his legs together came undone and pulled him into a standing position. He didn't even have a chance to move before the tight pink pants quickly slid up his legs and settled comfortably on his wide hips. The tight, girly pants initially felt uncomfortable on his muscular legs, but that quickly changed as his legs began to tingle and rearrange. The pants had initially been loose around his thighs, but that changed once his thighs became fleshier...and his legs changed, become longer and sexier. The tingling feeling was flaring around his thighs, and went all the way down to his calves. He could feel his lower body become feminine. He felt the pants fully zip up, and they felt completely comfortable. Just as he was adjusting to the pants, a pair of shoes slipped onto his feet, and immense pain shot through his feet. The shoes had abruptly bent down at an acute angle, which caused great pain for John. Under the pain, John could feel his feet shrinking and become dainty. The pain soon subsided, and the shoes actually felt comfortable. A pair of nylon arm gloves slid up his arms like snakes, and encased his entire arm in nylon. Much like his feet, John could feel his substantial muscle melting away and become daintier. He felt his hand shrink and become daintier and he felt his fingernails grow an inch past his fingers. A double coat of neon pink nail polish appeared on his nails, to match his now dainty toenails. The gloves slid off his arms, and the sweat pants dropped John to the floor. The pants on his face undid themselves, and John only saw a speeding blue blur fly towards when yet another pain hit him, only this time it was his eyes. A pair of blue contact lenses had flown straight into his eyes, and was now melting into his pupils, replacing his former hazel eyes, with a beautiful blue. This immense pain was followed by a sense of whiplash as a beautiful golden blonde wig attached itself to his head. He immediately felt his black hair follicles burn away, only to be replace by blonde follicles. The pain in his eyes subsided, and aside from a few strands of golden hair in his eyes, John could see just fine. He stood up and took a wobbly step. He looked down to see a pair of 5" neon pink pumps on his or rather, her feet. The shoes were incredibly erotic, and were obviously what had caused the pain in his feet. He continued to walk, and found that he could walk with ease. Although the way he walked was a whole other issue. The tight pants and high heels only allowed him to take mincing steps. And he wasn't use to walking around with his huge tits being pushed in front of him and his very tremendous butt being arched out behind him, but that heels forced him to walk like that. He also hated the way he had to bend his arms in order in order to walk since the extreme wideness of his hips always brushed his arms whenever they swiveled. He was walking so girlishly, yet so sexy and sensual. He came upon a full body mirror and was shocked by what he saw. The mirror showed a beautiful girl around 5'10" in height. She had beautiful wavy golden blonde hair that went to the small of her back. The hair framed a face with big blue eyes. The rest of his face was plain and androgynous. The rest of his body was anything but plain. What he saw was beautiful blonde wearing nothing but an erotic pink push up bra, with a pair of pink leather skinny jeans, and neon pink pumps. His inch long nails were painted bright neon pink that matched his shoes. John continued to stare in the mirror, not even noticing the leather choker that quickly wrapped itself around his neck. John felt a tight stinging in his larynx, as if his vocal cords were tightening. The pain subsided, and he managed to rip the choker off his neck. "Oh my...my voice!" Said John in a voice that was dripping with sex. Gone was his deep sexy voice that called plays at the line of scrimmage. His masculine voice had been replaced by a voice that was very high and ditzy. His voice practically dripped sex appeal. At this point John just wanted to get into a ball and cry. This former campus god had been reduced to a busty, blonde bimbo! And the transformation was not even done... Chapter 4 John continued to stare into the mirror, transfixed with the creature he had become. He had to admit he was hot, and even then, hot did not do him justice. Any other time, John totally would have gotten with this body, but now he was the hot chick! Out of nowhere, a deep scoop neck long sleeve crop top pulled itself over John's head and rested on his ample bosom. The pink top showed ample cleavage, and would make even the pope horny. The top showed his sexy, toned midriff, and his cute little belly button. To the left of him, the closest door opened, and John, desperate, walked out, sexily swinging his hips as he did so. Perhaps the thing that scared him most was the fact that he was walking with massive tits and buttocks, in a pair of five-inch heels, and did it with ease! It was as if he had been doing it all his life. John sensed a presence behind him, and quickly did pirouette on his erotic heels. He came face to face with a swarm of make up. There was a tube of lipstick, mascara, blush, eyeliner, eye shadow and two powder balls. John, having no energy left, and without hope, dropped to the floor and willed the makeup to attack him. The sexy voice returned, mocking him "Oh look at the poor little man, giving up are we? Finish him!" Upon these words, the makeup swarmed him and went to work. First, he felt a pinching in each of his ears, and realized his ears were being pierced! He felt what he thought were big hoop earrings being put on him. Next, he felt lipstick-making circles on his lips, going from the bottom lip to the top lip. With each revolution, John felt his lips become fuller and plumper. Then the eye shadow came, the two working on each separate eyelid. John had no choice but to close his eyes as the eye shadow went to work. Next came the powder balls, which went to work all over his face, applying to his face, nose, and even the side of his face. He could feel his nose shrink and become cuter, and he felt his eyebrows thin and become sexy. He also felt his skull change slightly, becoming smaller and more feminine. His features softened and became very girly. The mascara went to work on his lashes, and with each stroke his lashes became longer and sexier. The blush began its work on her cheeks, and he felt his cheekbones rise and become fuller. With each brush, her cheeks became fuller and fuller and fuller. By this point, her lips were feeling very plump, and he knew that it was almost done. A pair of hairbrushes quickly came in and started brushing the golden mane that was his hair. The brushes finished, and suddenly everything just dropped. Chapter 5 After all the cosmetics dropped to the floor John just sat on the floor with his eyes closed, a strong sense of vertigo overwhelming him. He sat there for a few minutes; just praying it was all a dream. After what felt like hours, he finally sat up and flicked blonde hair out of his face in a very feminine manner. He was again struck with the thought that he was sitting on pillows, but he quickly remembered that that was only his juicy bubble butt. As John stood up he did notice the minor differences that could be seen in the room. The room, which had formerly had blue walls, now had bright pink walls. The room was without question, a very feminine room. John stood up and, in a very feminine way that was now his, walked towards a full body mirror that was not there before. The person in the mirror left him speechless. He, or she, scanned herself from head to toe. The feet that were holding her up were encased in a pair of five-inch neon pink pumps. In the shoes, his toes were painted a neon pink color that matched both his shoes, and his inch long fingernails. His dainty and slender ankles lead up to a pair of sexy legs that any supermodel would be jealous of. A pair of very sexy pink leather skinny jeans covered the fantastic legs. These jeans housed a luscious booty that put Kim Kardashian to shame. With her wide hips and fifteen-inch waist, she had the sexiest hourglass figure. Above the sexy pants was a midriff worth salivating over. His sexy toned tummy was very attractive, and his cute little belly button was, well cute. The midriff was just below a low cut pink long sleeve crop top that did wonder for her ample bosom. The pink lace from her bra was just visible above the shirt, and it was sexy. This shirt made way for a pair dainty slender shoulders that were very feminine. The sun kissed skin on her body was just right for her. Above her dainty shoulders was a graceful neck lead to an even more amazing face. Framed by a mane of wavy golden blonde that went to the small of her back, John had a truly amazing face. Her large gold hoop earrings could just be seen under her beautiful and wavy mane of hair. Her plump and full lips were done up with a glossy pink lipstick that looked just fantastic on her. Her dainty button nose sat perfectly on her gorgeous face. Her cheeks were as full as apples, and made her even more seductive. Above her dainty nose was a pair of inviting blue eyes that just screamed sex appeal. With long full lashes, she was truly a sight. Her eye shadow, a pale pink that slowly became silver the closer you got to her eyebrows. Then there were her eyebrows. Beautiful blonde lines that were arched gave John a perpetually stunned look that was oh so inviting. When this nightmare had started, John wondered what sort of sexy babe could fit into such lingerie...now he knew; now he knew whom that goddess was. That goddess was formally John Grey. John heard a soft moan to his left, and lying on a bed was a beautiful auburn haired girl. Mitchell Branson had returned... Chapter 6 The girl lying on the bed looked nothing like Mitchell, but somehow John knew it was he. The beautiful girl lying on the bed had bright auburn hair that went just past her shoulders. Her eyes were closed, and John could see the Smokey purple eye shadow on his eyelids. His lips were very plump, and were done up with cherry red lipstick. Looking over her body, John was quite impressed. John was better looking than Mitch, but she was still a knock out! She wore a low cut skin tight purple tank top that matched her purple manicured nails, and her breast, a C cup on the verge of D, were only just showing. She had a pair of awesome legs that had a pair of sexy black daisy dukes on them. On her feet she wore a four-inch pair of bright purple sandals. The girl let out a soft moan that revealed her sweet soprano voice. She opened her eyes, revealing a pair of pretty green eyes. She and John locked eyes, and John saw fear on her face. "What, what happened?" Mitch asked in his sexy voice. After hearing himself speak, his eyes flared up. "What the hell is going on," she demanded, "Who the hell are you?" "Mitch, Mitch it is me, John." I say in my high bimboish voice. "Don't you remember what happened?" Mitch's eyes are like saucers, and he takes a breath before responding. "I remember that we were planning a panty raid, and I know you and I split up from Jacob, Adam and Virgil, and I remember having my clothes disappear. I looked over trying to find you, but you had disappeared! The last thing I remember is seeing a lavender coloured bra collide with me chest, and I hit my head against the wall. I guess I passed out." Mitch finished his story with a shaky breath. "What happened John, why are you a smoking bombshell?" I look him straight in the eye, and I say "Simple, we pissed of witches." As Mitch opens his mouth to respond, a door to the left of them bursts open, and three gorgeous girls entered the room. The tallest girl, a black haired beauty looked at them with uncertainty. Like John and Mitch, she was gorgeous. She wore a pair of five-inch bright white stiletto heels, and an aqua blue mini dress. The dress was very low cut, and stopped several inches above the knee. His manicured nails were a matching aqua blue. Her raven hair was straight and went to her shoulder blades. Her makeup was well done with shiny red lipstick and blue eye shadow that complimented her blue-grey eyes. She had diamond studs in her ears. The girl next to her was a sexy brunette. On her feet she had a pair of five inch black leather stiletto boots. She wore a pair of skintight dark wash jeans. She wore a white silk blouse with a valley of cleavage showing. Her lacy black bra was slightly visible. Her ivory skin was well complimented by her red lipstick and beige eye shadow. She also had a pair of beautiful hazel eyes. The final girl was the most attractive of the three. With her bright red hair, and emerald green eyes, she was a classic Irish beauty. She wore a white baby doll tee shirt under a hot pink hoodie. She wore a black pleated mini skirt, and four inch black sandals. All the girls were gorgeous, but John noted that he was the most beautiful girl. The tall brunette looked at John and said in a very high voice "John, is that you? It is me, Virgil, the black haired girl is Amanda, and Jessica is the red head." All the girls looked at him nervously. The five girls heard giggling and chatter coming towards them in the hallway. John walked over, hating how his ass swung back and forth as he did so. In the hall were ten equally gorgeous college girls. They all turned to look at him and smiled. John and his pals exited the messy room and entered the hall. All the girls looked at John and waited for him to speak. "Do...do we know you girls?" He asked in his bimbo voice. The girls all laughed before a petite blonde wearing a baby doll nightie spoke up. "Tiffany, sweetie, are you feeling okay? You know we are you sorority girls. You are the leader of our sorority, remember?" John, or Tiffany, not wanting to alarm anyone, just nodded and giggled. "OMG, Emma, of course I, like, know you bitches!" Mitch and the other guys looked at in horror, but the other girls just laughed, before walking to their own rooms? John had not meant to say that, but his mind went into autopilot. The girl, Emma, turned and looked at the five of them. "Amanda, Veronica, Jessica, are you guys coming? We should get to bed." Jacob, Adam and Virgil, having no other option, followed Emma. "Tiffany, Michelle, have a nice night." Emma giggled before sauntering off with the former men. Mitch looked at John and said, "What the hell was that Tiffany?" He spat "I don't know, my mind just took over. We need to sleep; I am too tired to focus on anything. With any luck, this is all a bad dream." The two boys, er, girls, opened the door to their room, nor noticing the dorm number, #69. Neither one noticed that the formally trashed room was now neat and tidy. John quickly took of his heels, his sexy jeans, seductive top and feminine hoop earrings, and got into sleeping attire, not noticing how provocative her pink baby doll nightie was. They quickly got into bed, an feel asleep in the violet silk sheets. Unbeknownst to both of them, there were now only two beds in the room, as opposed to the four that had been there before. The next day would bring my questions... Chapter 7 Tiffany woke up felling incredibly refreshed. The sun was shining in her bright pink room, and she was happy. She rolled onto her side and saw her roommate Michelle, asleep in a bright yellow nightie. Huh, Tiffany thought, that colour looks really good on her. Tiffany, wanting a shower, got out of bed and walked over to the washroom door, seductively swinging her hips as she did. She did not notice how she was walking only on her toes. Unbeknownst to Tiffany, the neon pink pumps that had initially caused her pain yesterday had severely altered the structure of her dainty feet. First off, the former size fourteen QB now wore a women's size six. Secondly, the pumps had altered the structure of her tendons. Essentially, Tiffany could not wear any shoes that had anything lower than a five-inch heel on them. Which is why, if you were to go into Tiffany's closet, the only shoes you would find are five or six inch heels, sandals, and a few boots. Tiffany scratched her head as she entered the washroom, and love how soft her golden hair was. She quickly stripped out of her nightie and panties, and got into the shower. She immediately started washing her body, and put shampoo in her long hair. She washed her hair twice before washing her body and putting in conditioner. She grabbed the purple towel on the counter and wrapped it around her chest as all women do. She immediately went to work blowing her hair, and after five minutes, her luscious mane of golden blonde hair was back to its sexy, wavy style. As Tiffany dried off, she quickly inspected her body. Man, she thought, I am just smoking. I definitely have to wear something that will excite the boys of campus. After all, as a sorority girl, it is my job to be a tease. She giggled to herself. Still walking on her tiptoes, Tiffany made her way to the closet that she loved. Tiffany and Michelle shared the closet, and you would be hard pressed to find something that was not provocative or revealing. Tiffany, and all her sorority girls, was beautiful, and they loved to show people. Tiffany first grabbed a pair of silk crimson red panties, and put them on. She loved the way silk felt against her sexy, hairless legs. Her legs were one of Tiffany's favourite assets, and she loved wearing pants and skirts that emphasized their beauty. She then picked out a matching red strapless push up bra, and quickly put it on. As her hand came back around, she quickly inspected her nails. The neon pink looked as good as it had yesterday when she put it on her nails. She loved how long her nails were, they were just dripping with sex appeal. Now that Tiffany had her lingerie on, she decides what she would wear. A neon pink mini skirt caught her eye, and she quickly slipped it on. She sauntered over to the mirror, and loved how she looked. The skirt stopped several inches above the knee, and really showed off her sexy, tanned legs. Plus, the skirt showed off her sexy ass, which Tiffany knew, would make Kim kardashian's booty look small. Still on her tiptoes, Tiffany quickly found a shirt that she liked. A sparkly silver tube top that showed just a little midriff was the choice. She slid it down over her head, and loved the way it complimented her push up bra. She finished off the outfit with a hot pink clutch, and an adorable pair of five-inch sparkly silver pumps that looked killer. She stood in front of the mirror and loved what she saw. She put in her trademark hoop earrings, gave herself a wink, and walked out of the room. Michelle had woken up, and was taking a shower. Tiffany sauntered over to her vanity table, and went about putting on her make up. She went with a glossy pink lipstick, and silver eye shadow. She put on her mascara, did her blush, and walked out of the room. As she walked through the campus, she couldn't help but smirk as boys stared at her sexy body. Mission accomplished, she thought. She got in line at the Starbucks and waited. Bored, she quickly went through her clutch. She pulled out her driver's license, and couldn't help but smirk at how good she looked. Her hair was over the shoulder in one braid, and she was wearing a hot pink blouse. Her eyes then shifted to the information on the page. Name: Tiffany Hooter Age: 21 Born: May 17, 1993 Gender: Female Eyes: Blue Hair: Blonde Height: 165 cm Tiffany quickly adjusted her tube top, and placed her order. She couldn't help but giggle when the cashier blatantly stared at her cleavage. She gave him a seductive look, and walked out. She saw between her pink nails that the cashier, Steven, had written his number on the cup. Tiffany just rolled her eyes. There was no way that loser could get with me, she thought. She continued to walk down the street in her erotic heels, and smirked every time a man, or woman, would stare. The sun was quite bright so she pulled out her big, circular framed sunglasses that just screamed femininity. She was walking by a Victoria's Secret when she looked in the reflection and saw herself. In her sexy mini skirt, and seductive tube top, she felt like a bus hit her. Suddenly "Tiffany" was gone and "John" was back in control. She took off her sunglasses, and strutted closer to the glass. "Oh my," John whispered in his bimbo voice "Is that me? No, I am a man! But, this feels so good!" He exclaimed. People were looking at him again, but this time the people shot him futile glances. John blushed and put his sunglasses back on. I have to get back to my dorm, he thought. John decided to run back. This took a very long time, as he could take mincing steps. It was as if he only knew how to walk seductively. As John walked backed to campus, he couldn't help but wonder where those witches had gone. It appeared as if they had ceased to exist. John and his pals had taken their sorority, and everyone acted as if they had always had it. "There are so many questions" John said in his ditzy voice " have to talk to my girlfriends, er, I mean the guys." The sexy blonde continued to walk, secretly enjoying what had happened to her. Chapter 8 After what felt like hours of walking, John finally arrived back at the sorority house. While walking, John's bedazzled Samsung Galaxy IV vibrated nonstop! After reading all the texts, he got the feeling that he, and to a lesser extent his girls, were the sluts of USC. He had received over forty texts, from forty different guys. They all wanted the same thing, sex and blowjobs. A couple guys even asked for lap dances! John was really starting to hate the reality those witches had created. He had gone from the school hero, college football phenomenon, to the school slut. "Those bitches ruined my life" he exclaimed. After hearing his voice, he was reminded of yet another thing he hated...his voice. Prior to the change he had a deep, intelligent voice. Now, even when he got mad he still sounded bubbly and ditzy. "No one will take me seriously in this body." John muttered. He flicked his golden hair out of his eyes with a very feminine gesture, and he entered the sorority house. Upon entering, he was greeted by some of his girlfriends. The petite blonde, Emma, was sitting with Virgil, and a cute brunette. She waved at him and smiled. John returned the gesture, but kept walking. He decided that he would wait to speak with Virgil. She decided to find Mitchell instead. He first looked for the auburn haired beauty in their room, but she was not there. Next she checked the kitchen, but she was not there either. Finally, John found her in the library, and he was blown away by what he saw. There was Mitch, wearing a neon yellow mini dress with black stitching, and matching yellow suede ankle boots. She was typing away on her laptop, which was quite impressive given that she had bright yellow painted nails. It hit John that she must have painted her nails! Yesterday they were purple, but now they were yellow. The magic must have messed with her mind also, John thought. Mitch looked up from her computer and smiled at him. He took that as an invitation and sat down at her table. "Hey girl," said Mitch "You were out early today. You go shopping? OMG, is that a new top Tiffany? I just love the silver; it looks so sexy on you! Plus, that skirt is something your are rocking girlfriend! Pink is your color. Bitch, I am so jealous!" John just sat there, stunned. This is Mitch? His super buff friend who hates talking about anything but sports. Mitch had been an all-American running back, but now he was some airheaded fashionista. "Hey Mitch, er, Michelle, I love your dress. " John said meekly. Her eyes just lit up at John's comment. "What are you working on?" John asked. She kept typing before answering John's question. "I am writing a paper, for my drama class, duh!" She said as if it were the most obvious fact. John was flabbergasted, his best friend Mitch absolutely hated drama. But Michelle, she was a drama major! Those witches really did a job, she thought. As disturbed as John was, he needed answers. "So Michelle, about what happened yesterday, what are we going to do?" Michelle just gave him a perplexed look. "Like, what are you, like, talking about? Nothing happened yesterday. I mean, we, like, went shopping and I got those, like, awesome black Lycra hot pants. Plus, you got that super sexy blue lace bikini thong and bra! The boys will love that." John thought for a moment before responding, "so...you don't remember anything about witches or a panty raid?" Michelle looked up, with a strained face. "Did you say panty raid? Oh god, is someone planning another panty raid on us?" "No, no don't worry, no one is doing that. So that is a no then? You don't remember witches, or magic? Football? Do you remember football?" John asked, loosing hope with every passing second. Michelle gave him an odd look. "Tiffany, honey, are you okay? I think you might be tired. I can't blame you, running a sexy sorority like this cannot be easy. But honey, you sound crazy. Lunch is in a couple hours, go lie down till then." With that Michelle got up and left, leaving Tiffany sad and alone. And then the tears came; John just balled his eyes out. He cried about being a girl, he cried about Michelle, and he cried about what he had become. John should have realized how girly he was being, but he didn't. He cried for around ten minutes. After, he pulled a small mirror out of his clutch, and was relieved to see that his makeup was still perfect. The magic must preserve my physical appearance, Tiffany thought. Putting the mirror back, John began to absent-mindedly curl his hair around his finger. As he sat there, he could not help but admire how hot she was. Man, she thought, I am hot, I mean I am super sexy, er, I mean that Tiffany is super hot. "Damn it! The spell is still screwing with my head. My name is Tiffany Hooter! No, my name is Tiffany, I mean my name is...oh screw it." Tiffany got up from the table and walked off, swinging her luscious booty as she went. Chapter 9 Tiffany stood in front of the student services building, shifting nervously from foot to foot. It was chilly out today, and her neon green spandex dress did little to keep her warm. She hated how she dressed, but the girly part of her brain took over when it came to fashion. The only comfort she had was the comfortable feel of her five-inch black pumps. Not only had Tiffany become accustomed to wearing heels, she also loved wearing them! Her wavy golden hair was swept over her left shoulder, and covered her breast. She was getting very good at styling herself, and she was looking hotter everyday. Tiffany walked towards the door of the building, determined to get answers. After her talk with Michelle yesterday, Tiffany went on to speak with Veronica, Jessica and then Amanda, all with the same end result. None of them recalled being men, and none of them recalled any female right's sorority. As far as they knew, they had been sexy, slutty women all their lives. The spell had taken their memories, Tiffany was sure of that. Even Tiffany was losing some memories. For instance, Tiffany remembered being a man, but she could not remember what her name had been. The only name she knew was Tiffany Hooter. Worse, she remembered playing football, but she could not recall what position she played, nor did she really care. To Tiffany, sports were gross and stupid. She would much rather go shopping or tan than play a sport. She walked into the student services building and approached the receptionist. The woman looked up from her computer, and was surprised to see a gorgeous blonde girl in a green spandex dress standing there. Tiffany could see the women turn her nose at her, and Tiffany just scoffed. Bitch, she thought, you are just jealous of my hot body. The woman coughed and said, "May I help you young lady?" In her ditzy bimbo voice, Tiffany replied, "yeah, I am like, looking into joining a sorority, and I heard USC had one. Could you, like, tell me where they live?" The woman just rolled her eyes and told Tiffany what she already knew. "Young lady there is no, nor has there ever been a women's rights sorority. Now please stop wasting my time. I have work to do. Some stupid sorority had a massive party last night, and I have dozens of complaints to sort through." Tiffany blushed at this comment. It was her sorority that had held the party. Tiffany had a great time last night, dancing and making out with random guys. She even let one hunk, the USC QB, grope her. She was so happy when Max Harper had asked her to dance. She didn't really know him, but he was hot. She had worn a tight, mini dress that was neon pink. The dress was super hot, and hugged her body in all the right places. Max had notices her almost immediately, and things heated up quickly. She got goose bumps just thinking about it. She exited the building and took a seat on a nearby bench. She crossed her legs in a very feminine manner, and began playing with her hair. She let out a sigh and leaned into the bench. She had no other leads to pursue, and it was getting harder and harder to stay motivated. With each passing moment, more and more of the man she was vanished, and more and more Tiffany replaces him. She loved her body, and she loved how everyone knew her. Sure, they knew her as the biggest slut on campus, but they knew her all the same. She loved her DD tits, she loved her fifteen-inch waist, and she loved her wide hips and massive bubble butt. She loved how hot she was, and she loved how she looked. From the neon pink nails, to the golden blonde hair on her head. With these thoughts she decided to stop, stop fighting, stop searching, and stop clinging to someone he no longer was. For the second time in two days, Tiffany felt as though a bus had hit her. She could feel her few remaining memories from manhood drifting away, and she could feel sexy, female memories replacing them. Tiffany's eyes glazed over, and John Grey left this world. Chapter 10 Tiffany walked up the steps toward her sorority. Since she fell asleep on that bench she has felt completely rejuvenated. She is thinking a lot clearer, and she is a lot more comfortable. As she scrolls through her phone, she was very tempted to call Max. She had no interest in dating him, but he was great in the sac, and that is all she cares about. She opens the door and is immediately met by his girlfriends. Michelle rushes up to her, "OMG, Tiffany! We, we, we got panty raided! Emma and I were watching a movie in the theater, when we heard a loud crashing coming from the bedroom floor. She and I rushed up there, and we saw Max and some of his buddies climb out the window!" Michelle is on the verge of tears at this point, and hugs Tiffany. "Did they take a lot of our lingerie?" Asked Tiffany in an airy voice. Emma spoke up, "the rooms are a mess, and a lot of lingerie was taken." Tiffany took a deep breath and turned to the girls. "Okay, Emma, call campus security. The rest of you go into the lounge and relax. Jessica, take Michelle and make some tea, okay?" All the girls nodded and did as they were told. Tiffany sauntered up the steps in her black pumps, and made her way to her dorm, #69. She opened the door, and was hit with the strongest feeling of de ja vu. The drawers in her dresser and Michelle's were pulled open, and panties, bras and clothes were all over the floor. Tiffany could not place it, but she felt like she had experienced this before. She moved through the clothes and sat on her bed. She smoothed the bottom of her green spandex dress, and sat on her bed. She then noticed a note on her side table. She picked it up and held it between her neon pink fingernails. She looked down at the note and felt a chill run through her. The note read: Dear Tiffany, At this point your mind is completely gone, and you really are Tiffany Hooter. Get used to it slut, because this is your new body. You may recall that you were formerly John Grey, USC star QB, and future NFL prospect. Now you are the school slut, a blonde bimbo with an IQ of 83. You are probably wondering why this happened to you, and the answer is really quite simple? On your last day as John Grey, you along with your friends Mitchell Brandon now Michelle Branson, Virgil Potts now Veronica Potts, Adam Fork now Amanda Fork, and Jacob Lattimer now Jessica Lattimer, planned on stealing the lingerie from a group of sorority girls. You, and your friends, hope to engage in a panty raid. Instead, you faced the wrath of witches, and you were transformed into what you disregard, a sexy, ditzy woman. We gave to you, what you planned on taking from us...panties. Your specific target was Mary Winchester, a sweet, amiable woman that you only wanted for sex. Now the ironic part, you just got panty raided! The boy with whom you had such passionate sex is me, Mary Winchester. I became Max to exact my revenge, and now I have. You have not yet realized this, but I have spelled your body. Your hair my not be cut, dyed or changed in anyway. Your nails cannot be cut. You may paint over the neon pink nail polish, bit it will never wash off. The same goes for your toenails. Your figure and your measurements will never change; in essence, you will remain a sexy blonde bimbo forever. Goodbye Tiffany, I hope you learned your lesson. XOXOXO, Mary Winchester Tiffany finished reading the letter, and the horror set in. She stood up and walked over to her full body mirror. The sexual goddess that stares back both aroused him and scared him. His dainty feet were encased in a pair of five inch black pumps. His dainty feet were connected to the sexiest pair of legs that she had ever seen. There was nothing but soft hairless skin until the bottom of her short neon green spandex dress was reached. The dress perfectly complimented her figure, and really showed off her wide hips and juicy behind. The low cut dress showed ample cleavage, and part of her lacy blue push up bra was visible. The slender shoulders lead up to a gracefully neck with a simple diamond necklace on it. The face above the neck was oh so beautiful. The lips were done up with glossy pink lipstick, and the pink-silver eye shadow perfectly compliments her beautiful blue eyes. The long, dark lashes are oh so sexy, and the fullness of her cheeks rivals that if two apples? Her beautiful mane of wavy golden blonde hair went down to the small of her back. Two large hoop earrings could be seen in Tiffany's ears, and she looked oh so beautiful. Tiffany was still in shock, staring at her body when Emma walked in. "Uh, Tiffany? Campus security is here, and they want to talk about the panty raid." Tiffany turned around and smiled. "Of course Emma, I will be right down." Tiffany said in her bimbo voice. She did one last check in the mirror, fixed her hair and walked out, swinging her luscious, juicy butt and wide sexy hips seductively as she walked. She never looked back.