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"Nice one, butterfingers!" Jack watched in misery as the basketball sluggishly bounced away, just out of reach. By the time someone on the other team grabbed it and starting driving down the court, he was staring at the ground and wishing he could disappear. "Yo, Jackie Boy, I'm talkin' to you!" Jack knew pretending he couldn't hear Steve wouldn't do much good, but even delaying the inevitable humiliation was better than nothing. "Look at me, you pussy, you're ruining the game for everyone!" "Language, Mr. Peddleston!" Jack's salvation came from the gym teacher, Mr. Anderson, bless his soul. Maybe he would finally kick Steve out of class and buy Jack some relief. "Sorry, Mr. Anderson," Steve said, his voice oozing with false humility. Looking back up, Jack saw the teacher give a curt nod and return his attention to the game. He actually bought it? Jack wasn't surprised, the universe seemed designed to torment him personally, but he was hoping Steve would at least have to put some effort into his defense. Satisfied the gym teacher was fully occupied by an argument across the court, Steve walked over to Jack. "I can't believe they put a useless asshole like you on my team," Steve said, quietly enough that Mr. Anderson couldn't hear. "You're awkward as fuck, you're ugly as shit, and you can't handle a ball to save your life." "Leave me alone, Peddleston," Jack muttered, praying for the teacher to come back. "Fuck you call me, pussy?" Steve said. Jack silently cursed his idiocy, flinching as Steve got in his face. "My friends call me Peddleston. People I respect or gotta respect call me Peddleston. You call me Steve, and be grateful I talk to you at all." Jack continued mentally punching himself. He knew Steve hated his last name, some feud with his old man from what he'd heard, and while Jack and his few friends called him Peddleston behind his back they knew better than to say it to his face. Well, had known better. "You're lucky for now, I got a game to win," Steve said, his face close, his breath rancid. "I'll put you in your place later." Jack took some comfort as their team continued losing. As much as Steve might brag, he was almost as terrible an athlete as Jack; he just replaced Jack's openly clumsy nerdiness with a disaffected incompetence. It wasn't much, particularly after the third time Steve rammed into Jack "accidentally" and made him drop the ball, but it got him through the period. The locker room was, of course, its own torture. A bit pudgy with curly blonde hair, Jack had a face only a mother could love. Or so he was told; his own didn't seem to care for him at all. In fact both of Jack's parents were distant, as though they weren't quite sure what to make of their loser of a son. He had been secretly thrilled when he started growing body hair sooner than the other guys. He'd thought it would get him some respect. He was still pretty sure it would have, on anyone else. But unfortunately for Jack, he quickly passed the adolescent mystery of being the first guy with hair on his chest an on to embarrassment at being by far the hairiest dude in the locker room. "Fugly the Gorilla" was one of the kinder nickname's he'd earned. Staring directly at his locker, Jack got changed quickly and quietly in an unoccupied corner. As he crouched to tie his shoes he thought he might be home free, until a tap on his shoulder proved him wrong. Instinctively, he turned around without standing up and found his face inches away from a flaccid yet obviously massive cock. Jack yelped and threw himself backwards, his head banging painfully against the lockers. Gritting his teeth through the pain, he managed a muffled, "Get that thing away from me!" "Aw, don't you wanna give King Kong a little kiss?" Steve said, closing his towel and snickering. "I'm sure a pussy like you would love the taste of him in your mouth." His cackling was joined by laughter from the rest of the room. Jack slid himself into a corner. "You're f'ing disgusting, Steve." That just made him laugh harder. Of course Steve had a big dick. Just another thing to torture Jack with, another way to ruin his life. Jack turned to face the small crowd that had gathered in the previously empty corner of the room, smirk still on his face. "Sorry guys, only Jackie here gets to see my magnificent cock. Yeah, yeah, I know the rumors, you'll all have to take my word that it's even bigger than that. Or just ask Jack." More laughter. If Jack was being honest, he didn't hate Steve; he didn't really hate anyone. Rather, Jack was terrified of him. All his life, Jack just wanted to blend in. He didn't care about being smart (probably for the best, considering his grades), or popular (also probably for the best, for obvious reasons), but just wanted to be left alone. He listened to his teachers, he never spoke out of turn, he never bothered anyone else. So why did people go out of their way to bother him? Thankfully, the rest of the day was mostly uneventful. He still had a couple classes with Steve, but flashing him seemed to have fulfilled his bullying quota for the day early. The only real problem was when he ducked into the bathroom right before last period and caught two other guys smoking. Jack wasn't the sort to tell, but he could never stand the smell of smoke and was forced to leave the room, gagging. Walking all the way to another bathroom, he ended up late for class. Mr. Davis, the physics teacher, didn't even seem to notice Jack walk in. He simply continued his lecture about calculating stress on an incline, using math way above Jack's understanding or caring. He'd just rely on the equation sheet during the final, and settle for the D he knew was coming. As the final bell rang, the teacher raised his hands and gestured for everyone to stay seated. "Now before you all leave, I need to go over some information about prom," Mr. Davis said as the class collectively groaned. "I know you all think it's owed to you, but unless follow the rules the chaperones will ask you to leave. For instance, the dress code strictly bans necklines below..." Jack stopped paying attention as Mr. Davis droned on. For the rest of his peers, prom was the highlight of the last four years; for him, it would be just another Friday night. He hadn't even bothered looking for a date; it wasn't like any girl would even think about going out with him. Head down, he sat and waited for his teacher to finish listing off the boring details. ----- Rather than go home and spend the rest of the day in his room by himself, Jack decided to visit the mall. He didn't have much money because he was saving up to fix his car after a fender bender, but going somewhere and just being part of the masses of people was... relaxing. After a day like today, he needed to unwind a bit. The bus ride was uneventful, and as he walked through the mall Jack felt more at home with the crowd than at his actual house with his uncaring parents. The stores were all familiar, no one gave a damn who he was or what he looked like, and he was able to just wander for a little while. Steve and his crew weren't mall rats, and he'd never seen them here. It felt great to be anonymous; for Jack, a walk through the mall was a kind of cleansing ritual. Or so it would have been if it weren't for one problem: a store that he was pretty sure hadn't been there on his last trip, just last week. It wasn't even a matter of a franchise rushing in and opening as soon as possible, it looked pretty old and worn, and the sign, which read SPELLS R US in blocky red letters, didn't sound like the name of any chain store he'd heard. That plus the blue velvet curtains and prominently displayed skull in the window made it look out of place, surrounded by generic businesses. It seemed wrong, a store he wasn't aware of. This was his safe place, where he didn't have to deal with unpleasant surprises. He considered ignoring it and moving on, figuring the weird, mystic decor was probably that way as a sort of gimmick, yet a small but insistent part of him wanted to go inside. After all, a quick trip would make this store just another familiar part of the mall, and then all would be right in Jack's little world. Walking through the door, Jack was unsurprised that it seemed to be a combination magic and costume shop. It fit the name, certainly. But the toy swords looked a little too sharp, the masks a little too realistic, and the magic wands a little too well-made for cheap accoutrements. Even the skull in the window had seemed more like bone than porcelain once her got close. Jack was satisfied that it was just a surprisingly high end trick shop and about to leave when an old man with a long, white beard stepped out from a room behind the counter. He seemed the spitting image of a generic wizard, except instead of flowing robes he was wearing a simple blue bath robe, with yellow stars embroidered in the fabric. It seemed out of place amid all of the obviously well crafted costumes and accessories. The old man smiled warmly. "Ah, Jack! So sorry to intrude upon your private domain, but my business goes where business calls." How did the old man know his name? He considered asking, but didn't want to seem rude. "This isn't my domain. I mean, I was surprised to see your shop, but that was more because I didn't notice you moving in. Don't let me bother you, I'm just looking around." The old man leaned up against the counter. "Since you're not going to ask, I'm going to tell you: I know your name because I'm a wizard. All these cheap costumes you're looking at? Just that, fake clothing. I wear robes because they're comfortable, and I don't need to prove myself to anyone." Jack eyed the old man uncomfortably. He was talking crazy, and Jack wanted to leave, but he still didn't want to seem rude. "I know you want to leave, and you think I'm either messing with you or off my rocker," the old man said, sighing. "Jack, my boy, I just want to help you. You're a good kid, and I think I have something to deal with your problem at school." Jack continued staring at the "wizard." Was he being stalked by some old pervert? Well, it was too late now, nothing to do but run or see where this goes. That little voice called on him to stand his ground for once. "sure, okay, what?" "You really need to just say what's on your mind, Jack, particularly with people who can read it," the old man said. "You're lucky though, I'm not the sort of wizard that would directly use his power to change someone against their will. But it's becoming more and more obvious you're never going to stand up for yourself. So I'd like to offer you a little something that will solve your problems, with a little luck, forever." "Go on," Jack said. He felt trapped. He wasn't interested in whatever hoodoo some crazy old dude was selling, but he couldn't bring himself to just leave the store. Even if he did, what if the old creep followed? "First of all, let me assure you I'm not desperate enough to follow you," the old man said. "Second, this isn't some 'crazy hoodoo,' this is a simple, easy-to-use solution to the raw deal life has handed you." The wizard reached down underneath the counter and came back up with a tiny golden orb, small enough to fit in his hand. The bottom was flat, and the top had a pushable nozzle that wouldn't look out of place on a spray can. "Spray someone with this and they will become the opposite of who they currently are in every way. There's only one application's worth in here, but that one spritz will elegantly solve all your issues, and I know you have the proper target in mind." "You want me to spray Steve with some weird chemical," Jack said, barely believing his words. Was the old man some sort of murderer? "It's a potion, not a chemical. We've made some wonderful advances in alchemical technology, and can apply them topically instead of requiring ingestion. Makes it much easier to use them on other people, let me tell you," the old man said. "But yes, spraying Steve with this would be a solution to a current problem." "So it will make him the opposite of what he is. Instead of hating me he'd be my best friend, or love me or something?" The weirdness of the situation was finally breaking down Jack's introvertedness. He was interested in whatever was going on, probably against his better judgment. But anything that could hurt Steve seemed like a good thing. "It won't hurt its target, I'm sorry to say. In fact, they won't even remember their former selves, and neither will anyone else. The user retains some distant memory of who the potion's recipient used to be, a small imperfection, but it's more like trying to recall an old dream than completely remembering someone who no longer exists." "So he'd be my best friend and we'd both think we'd always be best friends?" Jack asked. "You're thinking too small, and too directly," the old man said. "When I say it makes him opposite, I mean opposite in almost everything, both mentally and physically. Friends, enemies, personality, sex-" "Wait, Steve, would become my GIRLFRIEND?" Jack said, suddenly even more doubtful. "Well, he would become female, and have different feelings towards you, yes," the old man said, his voice taking on the lecturing tone Jack had heard from so many teachers. "But you didn't let me finish. Like I said, you're also thinking too directly. Magic is an art, not a science. In this case, not every aspect of them can change. Man into woman, not a problem, a direct opposite biologically. But, say sexual orientation? Would this new lady desire men, the opposite of her old form's desire for women, or would she be a lesbian, the opposite of her former self's heterosexuality?" "I don't know, which is it?" Jack asked. He had to admit, the old man had thought this stuff through. The old man shrugged. "This is where 'art, not science' comes into play. Magic follows the path of least resistance, it's how us wizards can bend reality without it falling apart. Unfortunately, sometimes it's hard to say what that path is until it's done. So this new girl may be gay or straight, and likewise her opposite of dislike may manifest as devoted friendship, heartfelt love, unbridled lust, or maybe abject terror or overwhelming shyness. Emotions in particular are far more complicated than merely positive or negative." So, this old man is selling a magic, aerosolized potion that would turn Steve into a woman with unknowable but opposite personality traits, Jack thought to himself. It's probably a scam, but I've come this far, listened to this much crazy, I might as well see where it goes. It's not like Steve can make my life worse. The old man beamed. "So, let me guess: the price on this thing is exactly how much cash I have on me," Jack said. "Normally, such a powerful potion would cost more than you could imagine," the old man said sagely. "But for you, it's $16.27." Jack smiled. "Nice try, but I know I have more than that." The old man nodded. "Right, and you still need bus fare to get home." With that, Jack payed for his purchase and grabbed the bag with the orb inside. He felt like an idiot as soon as he stepped out of the store. Yeah, the old man was a good guesser, but he'd seen carnies guess all sorts of things. Still, as he pulled out his wallet and counted exactly enough money for a bus home, he couldn't help but feel uncharacteristically optimistic. ----- Jack felt like an idiot the next day, bringing the little globe to school. It fit in his hoodie pocket, but small as it was it still bulged out a bit, and he was pretty sure he was getting even more odd looks than usual as he walked through the halls. Glumly, Jack headed to his first class, again unsure if he would actually try to spray Steve with this stupid thing. They were in class together, but it's not like he could pull the little orb out in front of everyone. Yet when Steve asked to go to the bathroom 20 minutes into the period, Jack found himself making his own request shortly after. He walked slowly as possible to the men's room, hoping to himself he'd just pass Steve in the hall and have an easy excuse to not go through with this idiotic plan. But despite his best efforts, he heard a telltale flush as he came to the bathroom door. Pausing and taking a deep breath, Jack stepped inside just in time to see Steve buckle his belt after coming out of a stall. Seeing Jack, Steve laughed. "Hoping for another peek? Well sorry Jackie, you're a bit too late." Steve turned towards the sinks and began washing his hands, and Jack's heart fluttered as he realized it was now or never. He quickly reached into his hoodie, grabbed the golden orb, then flinched as he fumbled and it tinkled on the floor. At first Jack was thankful it hadn't broken, but quickly became horrified when he realized the sound had caught Steve's attention. He tried to reach for the falling potion, but it had bounced closer to Steve, who was faster anyway. "The fuck is this, perfume? You're an even bigger pussy than I thought, butterfingers." Steve said, picking up and looking at the sphere. He snorted. "Give that back," Jack said. "And it's not perfume. I need it for something else." Steve looked up from the potion and at Jack. "I don't know what the fuck else comes in a little yellow bottle other than perfume. I can practically smell the shit. Tell you what, since I'm such a good friend, I'll help you put it on." Steve raised the bottle and pointed it directly at Jack. Jack raised his hands, and a squeak of protest barely left his mouth before Steve sprayed. The fine mist reached Jack's outstretched palms, and time stood still. He could feel fog descend into his mind as a seemingly countless number of changes wracked his body simultaneously, each somehow individually detectable, filling an endless moment with infinite sensation. He felt his body shrink, becoming smaller in every way. Excess fat seemed to disappear as he became taut and fit, his fingers long, slim and no longer clumsy. Acne faded as if it never existed, scars healed, and his skin was as smooth as when he'd been born. His unwanted body hair simply vanished, even as he felt hair growing and shifting in the two places he would still have it. At the same time, his entire skeleton rearranged itself, feeling not painful but like the most overdue stretch he had ever experienced. As his waist contracted, he felt his pelvis expand, hips growing out to nearly meet his shrunken shoulders in width. He could feel changes deep inside, bones and organs rearranging, adapting for a new biological role. The bones of his face shifted as well, turning plain, slovenly features into something far more delicate, yet undeniably regal. And just as it seemed to be gone, Jack's unwanted fat reappeared and made itself useful. It spread along his hips and ass, growing them out curvy and smooth; his thighs, filling them out just enough to entice; and his chest, where breasts began to pool. Even as that occurred, his nipples grew large and sensitive as forgotten glands sprung to life, awakened by changes ravaging his body. Even as they reached their full size, large and pink and proud, the breasts behind them continued expanding, growing full and heavy, yet round and perky. They did not stop until there was no question as to who had the nicest rack in school. Other, softer features changed as well, in that same moment. Thin lips expanded, pouting at their years of neglect. The cartilage of the nose and ears joined the bones, becoming shapely and petite. The hair on his head sprung forth, thick and long and straight, luxurious in texture. Eyebrows arched, nails smoothed and rounded, and every body part worked in unison towards feminine perfection. Perhaps most importantly during this eternal instant, Jack's penis retracted. It had no place on this new body, on this new person, and it pulled inside, its head concentrating itself into a clitoris. In that same moment the labia formed, the testicles became ovaries inside his body and his now sparser pubic hair rearranged itself into a proper female pattern. During all this, Jack became Jacqueline. Even through the mental fog, even through the barrage of physical sensations, she felt her new sense of self. She knew that her new history had always been, her new personality had always been, her new friends and enemies and likes and dislikes had always been. In that instant, Jack ceased, and Jacqueline was. And in the following instant, she frowned at Steve. "Well?" Jacqueline said. "Look, you sure about this, Jackie?" Steve asked, looking around nervously. "This is the guy's room, fuckin' chicks aren't supposed to be in here. What if someone walks in?" "All the more reason for you to drop your pants now, Peddleston," Jacqueline said. "I want that dick of yours in my mouth, and the sooner you let me have it the sooner you can run away." "It's just..." Steve hesitated. Here he was, the hottest girl in the school offering him a blow job, and he didn't want to ruin the opportunity. Except... he couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong, beyond how she had been blatantly using him to practice oral sex for the past couple months. He couldn't shake dreamlike memories that the goddess in front of him hadn't always been a goddess. "It's just... I'm pretty sure you used to be a fuckin' dude. Like, a total dweeb, but a dude." Steve frowned, his throat catching as he realized what he'd just said. "It's, like, in the back of my head, like a bad dream or somethin', but I think I was about to cream ya." Jacqueline rolled her eyes. "Fucking Christ, I never met a guy who's such a pussy about getting his cock sucked. If you aren't gonna drop those pants, I'm gonna do it for you." Steve's protests were interrupted by Jacqueline's promise as she dropped to here knees and began working at Steve's belt buckle, massaging his massive penis as she went. By the time she started unbuttoning his pants, she smiled as she felt his erection growing, and when she pulled it out it had reached its full, nearly 10-inch majesty. Jacqueline hated Steve. He was a cowardly little shit, and considered himself a tough guy while only picking on the most pathetic people in school. Unfortunately, they ran in similar circles, so she had to hang out with him than she would like. Fortunately, hanging out with him had at least led to her discovery of his huge member. Jacqueline loved cocks, and the bigger the better. While she certainly had no love for Steve, she had plenty of lust for the monster in his pants. She smiled as she gently stroked Steve's penis to ensure it was at full mast. "I don't care what about your weird little fantasies, Peddleston. Just forget about them. Let's see you call me a dude after I'm done with you," she said, eyes on her prize. Jacqueline began licking up and down Steve's shaft. Figures he's a basket case, she thought to herself. But it wasn't like she was doing this because of his personality. How anyone could look at a girl like her and think of a dorky guy was beyond her imagination, but leave it to Steve fucking Peddleston to make everything weird as possible. Jacqueline stopped licking and looked up, taking satisfaction in Steve's closed eyes and red, sweaty face. "Actually, I changed my mind. You know how you said you were gonna cream me before?" she purred. He nodded, eyes still closed. "Well, I want you to keep that promise." With that, Jacqueline took Steve's cock in her mouth, swallowing it as deep as she could. Licking and sucking, she gently but firmly took his balls in her hands, and was rewarded with a deep moan as she began working them. By her own estimation her lips and tongue were good, but her sure, skilled hands were unmatched. ----- The rest of Jacqueline's day was inconsequential. After finishing up with Steve, she snuck out to the girl's room proper for a quick smoke. As much as she loved the feeling of the cock itself, semen's aftertaste was disgusting. Or maybe Peddleston's cum is just as nasty as he is, she thought to herself as she inhaled deeply. Taking the time to primp in the mirror, she admired the turquoise highlights running through her jet black tresses. Her parents had given her shit about how she'd have trouble finding a summer job looking like that, but Jacqueline loved standing out from the crowd. Few people would dye their hair that color, and even fewer would look good doing it. And to be fair, disapproval was better than how smotheringly supportive her parents were most of the time. They hadn't even been angry at when she got her first tattoos! Surprised, sure, but her Mom had later said something about how proud she was that her daughter was taking control of her own body, damn what society thinks. She was such a freaking hippie! And her dad? He just shrugged and said he supports her self- expression, after all she can always cover them up if needed. Speaking of tattoos, as Jacqueline walked back to class, she felt a sense of pride at the attention she was getting. Well, big boobs and tiny shirts drew all sorts of eyes normally, but she could tell her latest skin art was also doing its part. It was an abstract representation of a rose, just above her left breast, the finest work of the area's best artist. Totally worth the money, even if she had to put off fixing her car. Just when it seemed the long, boring school day was over, she got detention from Mr. Davis. Some bullshit about insubordination or something, but it wasn't like she gave a shit. Dude acted like a total dick when she called him out on fucking up his math. The guy needed to bust out a calculator for equations Jacqueline could do in her head, so of course he got pissy and protective when she proved him wrong. God, she couldn't wait to get out of this school, she was sick of dealing with fascists. ----- Jacqueline was taking a smoke break after school when she saw Steve again. The swagger in his step had returned, probably from bravely tormenting some sad little nerd. What a fuckin' hero, she thought to herself. But she felt a small sense of pride, watching his confidence melt as he saw and approached her. "Hey, Jackie," he said, swallowing. He looked around, making sure no one else was around. "This a good place to talk?" She nodded and took another puff, blowing it in his face. Steve cringed and closed his eyes, but didn't budge otherwise. "I just been thinkin'... Like, I know I know I shouldn't complain about free head, but maybe we can do more?" Steve asked, waving away the smoke with a hand. "You got my cock in your mouth, and I ain't ever even seen your tits. Let me give them a squeeze, it'll feel good for you. Fuck, I'll even go down on you if you want it." Jacqueline laughed. "You think you're my boyfriend now or something? If you weren't at the other end of that cock of yours we wouldn't even be talking." "You just do so much for me, I just want to help-" Steve started. Jacqueline's icy glare stopped him short as she took a drag and blew it skyward, not looking away. "Cut the bullshit, Pendelston. You want these tits, this pussy?" Jacqueline lifted her breasts, emphasizing them even further, then spread her legs, then stroked her inner thigh. "Well, you're gonna have to earn them. Keep quiet a little longer, and then I'll think about giving you privileges." The cock wasn't the only great part of their relationship. By making sure he could never boast about being pleasured by the sexy, sultry Jacqueline Bellamy, the wet dream of the school, she could torment Steve better than any straightforward, unimaginative bully. By never letting him touch her, he was constantly reminded that she was using him for her purposes, regardless of what it looked like. A smart man would walk away with his dignity. Of course, Steve was not a smart man. He seemed to think he could impress her, would even try bragging to her about how well he kept quiet. Only a guy would consider keeping a simple secret some huge accomplishment. And only Steve would somehow think he had a chance of getting in her shirt, let alone her pants. Loathsome as the visit was, Steve reminded Jacqueline that she should probably find an actual date for prom. She still thought it was lame, and honestly hadn't planned on going, but Stacy and Megan were in, and they'd managed to convince her it would be fun to sit back and make fun of the dorks trying way too hard. Maybe even do a little dancing themselves, if someone had to step up and actually look good out on the floor. Besides, Tom Overly was hosting what was sure to be a wild party afterward, and it would be way better if they all got there together. They could each drink a lot more with two of their best friends watching their backs. Jacqueline couldn't really disagree with the logic. That left the problem of a dress. Jacqueline was not a dress girl. At the same time, they probably wouldn't let her in with jeans and a camisole, and her friends would never let her live it down if she showed up in a suit or something. She could at least have fun with it, though. Jacqueline smiled as she began calculating how much cleavage she could display without getting kicked out... But who deserved the honor of the front row seat to that magnificent view? No question there: Blaze Thompson. Cutest guy in school, in her opinion. Sure, there was the issue of the floozy he was already bringing, but Jacqueline knew that wouldn't be a problem for long. Jacqueline had seen the way he stared at her when she was running around in Mr. Anderson's class. A few minutes alone together and Blaze would know who could show him a far, far better time. Jacqueline couldn't wait to see the look on Steve's face when she walked into prom on Blaze's arm. This would be his last opportunity to feel like he had a chance with her, and he'd get to spend it watching her fawning over a real man. It was a civil service, really. Bullying the bully, Jacqueline always felt like she was standing up for the sad, quiet geeks too afraid to stand up for themselves.