The Reality Warper
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Authors Note: I've read a lot of the fiction on this site, and it tends
toward something I find strange and unappealing for it's finales. This
is kind of me talking about it
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Lessons for a Reality Warper
by Mushrambo
There was a buzz in the back of Charlie's mind, the kind that meant
trouble. It seemed that this confrontation couldn't wait any longer.
At his locker, Charlie dumped his textbooks on Math and was preparing to
grab his book for Literature, "The Count of Monte Cristo", when the
general clamor of the halls gradually faded away, save a single set of
footsteps. He turned.
Jonathan (It was Jonathan, right?) was taller and handsomer then
Charlie's vague recollections brought to mind, although in his own
opinion the haircut was still out of date and the lack of out and out
flaws still couldn't stop the impression that Jon was some species of
pug whose head was sticking out of a trenchcoat.
The man was flanked with two beautiful blonde woman, close enough
looking to be sisters, whose blue eyes were entirely blank of
intelligence. They stared at him lustily, although one could say that
they had no other form of communication. One reached for Jonathan's
pants, but a quick slap in the ass put her off.
Might as well get this over with. "Dude, what do you want?"
Jon reacted as expected. "I'm settling our score, once and for all," he
gestured to himself. "I've worked so hard, and yet it's always you!"
He pointed an accusatory finger. "Perfect Charlie, head of the class.
Perfect Charlie, with the girl and the car and all of that. Well I'm
sick of it." Like magic, a wand appeared in his hand.
"Oh. So that's how he's doing it." Charlie muttered to himself as the
guy who had declared himself his rival continued to rant. It was a
stage magician wand, and yet it wasn't one. Jon (that was his name
right?) had always been clever, but ultimately shortsighted.
"My car isn't that great." In truth, it was a ten year old thing that
had been given to him by his grandmother when she could no longer drive.
It was beige. Somebody had stole the hubcaps six months ago. But it
was his and it let Grace and him grab ice cream whenever he had the
dough.
Jon(?) beared his teeth. "That his NOT THE POINT!" He huffed. "Point
is, I'm sick of you. I feel it's time I brought you down a peg. You
stole my girl, you stole everything from me, you elitest dick."
"Look, Jon-"
"It's SHAWN!"
Oops. "Shawn. Look, Shawn, the two of us have never interacted. Grace
doesn't discuss you, so I got nothing on that front. We share one
class, and I'm averaging a B in Literature. At best. I just like the
teacher and the books, man. I'm pretty sure Gracie has the highest
grade in the class." This was probably true, although he was deflating
his grade a little bit. Math was his real stinker of a subject,
Literature was where it was at.
SHAWN's face was turning red. Both of his mind slaves looked on in
concern, a foreign look for both. If the hallway hadn't already been
stopped in time then it would have from how animated he was becoming.
"Nope! Nope, you had your chance and you blew it when you got my name
wrong. And now you get to blow me."
It was quiet enough to hear a pin drop.
"What?"
Shawn's face went from angry red to pink, and then back to red. His
eyes were beginning to balloon out, and a vein was bulging from his
temple. "SHUT UP!" He shouted, gesturing with his wand. Pink ribbons,
with heart shaped lace up and down it in gold, erupted from it, wrapping
around Charlie's mouth to gag him. They... actually felt rather
pleasant, the fabric was breathable.
"You and Grace, slutting it up in the back of your grandpa mobile. Well
guess what, wise ass. Now you get to be my slut now. And with you out
of the picture, Gracie will have no choice but to come back to me." As
he spoke, more ribbons began wrapping around Charlie. When they touched
cloth or body hair, they consumed it. However, the sensation was velvet
or satin, something that you sit down and place your hand against it.
The wand's star on the end became a little brighter.
Soon, Charlie was completely wrapped up, a chrysallis in a caccoon of
pink. The squeezing feeling began at his chest, his fingers, his legs.
It was a lot like that moment when you are hit with a water balloon, the
instant before things explode. There was this sensation of pressure,
like he was being hit with a barrage of pain and pleasure, too
intertwined to be truly one or the other.
And then the balloon burst.
Charlie was on a knee. She was naked save for a metal necklace, which
might have concerned her except it was really bright after the eternity
in that dark prison of wonderful feelings. Her skin was ivory pale, and
judging from her obstructed view her hair had become blonde.
Standing, the new girl took a moment to examine her new body, using the
display case for some sports trophies (she was pretty sure they had been
football and wrestling before, but residue magic had splashed it and now
it was full of ones for track and cheerleading). Her hair went down to
her ass ("Mmmm. Cut that later") and very little was left of the old
Charlie. She was a perfect, big breasted, sex fantasy, but in the cold
manufactured way of somebody who really doesn't understand what women
look like. Her proportions were impossible, her face resembled a parody
of Marilyn Monroe. It was a dull vision of femininity, a boring one.
"That's much better," said Shawn, looking lustily over his creation with
the closed tooth grin of someone who has the upper hand. He gestured,
and the last of the ribbon fell from her face.
So, newly freed from her prison, Charlie started to laugh. Naked,
vulnerable, and belting a laugh like she was queen of the world.
The smug slowly left Shawn's face as the laugh carried on. The vein on
his temple began to bulge once again. The laugh was still going, until
the moment was almost at it's breaking point.
Finally, Charlie simply ran out of breath. She coughed, and then looked
at her rival's face. "Oh, am I hurting your feelings? I'm sorry if my
reaction to how pathetic you are offends you." Her breasts were heavy
as she stood tall, almost as tall as Shawn now. "Do you want to know
why I think Gracie left you?" she didn't even pause to let him speak.
"Because you're an unimaginitive pig."
The nearly six foot tall Shawn flinched as Charlie marched to him, her
eyes full of anger. "Look at me," she said, gesturing to her naked
self. "My god, could you be more vanilla in your tastes. I'm betting
there was supposed to be a mental component in there too, 'dumb and
submissive' or something" Her blue eyes only needed to watch him for a
second to know it was true.
Charlie spun around and looked to the heavens, gesturing at the teal
ceiling above. "Jesus, man. You have a magic wand that lets you warp
reality however you like, and what do you with it? Roll out the
checklist. Make yourself a sports star," she inturrupted herself for a
second, "Do you even like football? I know I don't, it's a boring game.
I'm in the freakin' Drama club for a reason, dude. Turn the local bully
and anyone else who has wronged you into a dumb blonde who wants to have
sex with you." Shawn looked in shock. "Yeah, I know about Billy and
Professor Tim. We had to wait because the school was searching for a
sub in History today because of you."
Finally, the shock that his rival had somehow taken the transformation
in such stride wore off. Shawn raised his wand, but Charlie stood her
ground, only breaking eye contact for a second. "What do you know? You
don't know anything, little bitch."
"A fair bit more then you." said a calm voice. Shawn spun as a
triumphant grin formed on Charlie's face.
Gracie was standing there. Or rather, a form of Gracie was there. It
was still recognizably her, but she seemed taller, more regal. Her
hair, normally a raven black, was a purple shade of the universe, filled
with visions of stars and nebulas. Here eyes glowed pink, and her
irises were white. She wore a glowing white tuxedo with coat-tails, as
opposed to her normal combo of slacks and a zip up sweatshirt. White
gloved hands held a wand, much more elaborate in it's decoration then
the one in Shawn's hand. There was a hum of power around her, and she
the stare she was giving Shawn could kill.
Charlie beamed. She adored every inch of this girl, worshipped the
ground she walked on. That's why the then male Charlie had asked her
out, and to his surprise she had said yes. And then, a year ago, she
had told him her secret. She was a sorceress, a protector of reality.
Shawn sputtered. "G-Gracie, ah-"
"Tell me, Shawn. Tell me my eyes are lying and you didn't do this."
Her gaze shifted for a second to Charlie, and her eyes widened before
she returned to her steely gaze. With a single gesture, a single
ribbon, pure white, shot out of her wand and wrapped around Charlie
until it transformed into a bathrobe.
Charlie cheered.
"I suppose I shouldn't be surprised. You've always had something vile
inside of you and this," she gestured to his escorts, who were still in
a state of confusion. "Proves it. Was this what you wanted from a
relationship? A mute sex freak?"
"Y-you abandoned me! You fucking bitch!" With that, Shawn made his
move. He pointed his wand at Gracie.
The ribbons shot toward the sorceress, but Gracie was quicker.
Individual threads formed around her, a shield of pearl. The pink
ribbons were instead reflected, knocking the wand from Shawn's hand
where it clattered to the floor. He looked down, his right arm now
feminine, with delicate fingers. A nail had chipped.
"Mistake." said Charlie sardonically. She gave a cheery smile and a
wave as Shawn gave her a death glare.
With deliberate speed, Gracie walked forward. With every step, she
resembled more a valkyrie, or a Fury from greek myth. Every syllable
was diffused with the low kind of anger that promises vengeance. "Do
you know the wrath that you've brought down on you Shawn? What laws
you've broken? How did you even get that wand?"
In a daze, Shawn mumbled "...internet."
Charlie watched as a white hot anger crossed Gracie's face.
And then, an epiphany crossed Gracie's face. "Very well then." She
flicked her wand once. Both of Shawn's slaves embraced him even as he
struggled. "I can't undo what you did to these two," the sorceress said
matter of factly, "but I can make something new, maybe recover something
of their former selves. All I need," She put her face to his, and even
though Shawn was technically taller it seemed as if she towered over
him, "is a little help from you."
She poked his chest with her wand.
Shawn melted. His expensive clothes, his bad haircut, all of him. The
puddles splashed over the two blondes, and they fell apart too, but in
the way of ice cream that had been left in the sun.
The three essences whirled and mixed around each other, with the careful
hand of Gracie guiding the process. Some of the old Billy, the old
Professor Tim, emerged under the layers of metamorphosis, and where they
could they were placed in charge, with Shawn filling the missing pieces.
Ribbons began swirling around the agregate, seperating it into two
people. Shawn had been so sloppy, but Gracie was not. She'd erased
Shawn from existance, and used him to help fill the holes left by him.
The ribbons slowly pulled free, revealing a young woman and a girl.
Both were blonde and similar looking, but that could easily be fixed.
With another wave, ribbon wound around the pair.
Charlie looked over at Gracie, who was sweating from concentration. She
had always been impressed by how powerful of a sorceress she was. She
was glad this body had no less feelings for Gracie.
Soon, the spells were complete. Where there had once been near
identical two brainless blonde toys and slavemaster, stood a pair one
would not even glance twice at and think were related. Substitute
Professor Billie Marks was nubian, to use the outdated word, with frizzy
hair that exploded out like a female Einstein. Meanwhile, Tabitha Cho
was half-Chinese, with a varsity jacket in women's soccer and an art
club bag. Even now, reality was morphing around them to fit them into
the slots left by Tim and Bill. They'd wouldn't even know something was
wrong in a day or so.
Charlie clapped as her girl finished. "Bravo! Encore!" Gracie smiled
weakly at her and buried her head in her shoulder. Charlie winked.
Conspiratorally, she said "Seriously, encore. This body is weird."
"You're lucky you're cute." said Gracie, preparing one last spell.
The charm she had given Charlie had protected her mind, so all that
remained was to revert her body. The ribbons that surrounded Charlie
tickled playfully. She shrank down half a head back to her old head,
and her blonde hair turned strawberry, then a chestnut brown. Curls
formed, framing a face with a short haired look. Grey eyes soaked up
the blue, as a button nose grew more prominent, although still cute in
it's own way. The magic did it's work, with a loving caress that felt
like velvet fingers of the woman Charlie loved.
Charlie looked down. She was still a girl, albeit not a parody of one.
She looked up puzzled. Gracie was biting her lip, her cheeks a little
red.
"I was actually wondering if I could ask a favor." she asked.
A look of confusion gradually faded from Charlie's face. A grin
replaced it. "I didn't know you were bi! Me too." She then leaned
over and kissed her on the cheek, an overexaggerated "smoo" sound as she
did so. Warmth filled both of them.
Gracie let loose a breath she didn't even know she was holding. The
pair groped for each other's hands as they walked towards the entrance,
embracing each other lovingly. With a single flick, she changed records
to that the school believed both had mono. The magic faded, her fancy
uniform bursting in a starburst and her pink eyes fading to green, and
she was once again Gracie Theodora, the girl in shorts and a sweatshirt
who Charlie had fallen in love with.
The pair were gonna be busy for the next few days.
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