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Magic is real. Someone told me that as a kid, and I never forgot it. Obsessions start that way, you know? One person does one thing at the right time on the right day and boom! You're obsessed. One of my childhood friends, Trevor, was this way about vinyl records. His sister, Natasha was that way about the Shadow's Pierce series. We all get obsessed over the little things. I used to be obsessed over magic, but now my obsessions are a bit more, primal. A lot more primal. It all started that day in the bookstore. Nat was dragging us to this rare bookstore to find the next "hidden" book in the Shadow's Pierce. She ranted the whole way over, speaking about the main character's jawline (I think? I wasn't paying attention). And she didn't care who listened. Her auburn hair bounced as she talked. I looked to Trevor and he just shook his head, showing there was no escape. Nat was a passionate girl, and she was extremely passionate today. Not only were we looking for this book, but we had also agreed to see the first film adaptation of this series. As kids we all loved the series, being whisked away into that mystical world of magic. But for some reason, Natasha was whisked away into that world and opted to stay in it. Who knows what causes obsession? Ding, ding. We all walk in the shop. I think we had been here before. To my left, there's a wall full of vinyl and music. Oh yeah, we've been here before. Trevor nearly ran over to rummage through the vast array of albums. Nat vanished to find her book, which left me alone to wander through the labyrinth of the bookstore. God, this place is huge. It seemed to expand beyond the confines of the building. But that is impossible. Right? Because that would be magical. I caught my breath. Magic, right? So much power, yet never fully confirmed. My fingers brush past the books, feeling the old spines as I walk by. As I look around, I see one book different from the rest. It seems more worn; as if to carry the weight of being the cornerstone, of being the book that started the bookstore. There was the presence that glows from it, drawing me in; pulling me closer like a magnet. Grabbing it, I can barely read the title. Brushing the dust off the title, the title glows faintly. I can still barely make the words out...Grimoire of Power. Could it be real? My fingers dance on the cover with anticipation. I begin to open it up when Natasha grabs my arm. "Dude! I found it! Come on!" I hesitate, should I put the book back? But...what if it's real? I can't miss out. The book comes with me. Once we leave the store, Natasha with her book, Trevor with his album, the books fall out of my mind. My obsession with magic is fractured by good friends. And once again, they keep me entertained and tied to reality. We chatted on the way the movie. We all knew the stories deep enough to be deeply disappointed by Hollywood. But, why not be hopeful. We walked out of the film, disgust on our faces said enough. Nat groans, "That was soooo bad. Seriously. WHY?!" Laughing I reply, "What did you expect?" "Something, anything better than that!" "So what would you do?" That question not only got us out of the parking lot but through dinner and into our apartment. We all lived together. Best friends since the dawn of time. Maybe we too many books, but we all insisted on living together as one big family. As I walk into my room, my obsession comes back. The book! Reaching into my bag, I pull out the old book. In proper light, the text glows. Taking a breath I open it, curious of the secrets it holds. Wait...This could be just a hoax. A fake. Glancing to my self, I see all of my "spellbooks." But you know how obsession works. They give much hope when none is deserved. I feel like a fool, saying once again, "This time. This time it'll work." I know I should be disappointed, but I must hope. As I open it, the pages brim with power. Spells come to life on every page. Oh, shit...it's real. And my obsession grew. At first, I didn't tell anyone at first. I just enjoyed learning it. I dived deep into the ancient texts, practicing spell upon spell. I memorized all I could. At first, it was simple stuff. I spoke and made objects float. I snapped my fingers and could turn water into wine. Magic became such a part of my life that it became quite hard to function without it. What can I say? I'm obsessed. So I told Trevor and Natasha. Of course, no one believed me. That was until I flew around the living room. Natasha said, "I want to learn magic! Come on! Share it!" Trevor laughed and agreed. And soon we were diving deeper and deeper into the book. Until the day I found it: the spell that would change everything. Trevor ran into my room. "Dude you won't believe this spell!" I looked up from my reading. "What did you find?" The book was thrust in front of me, my eyes focusing on the spell. It said, "To summon and ideal love." My eyebrow raised, the question quickly rose from my throat, "Who's love are we summoning." Punching me in the arm, Trevor said, "Who do you think genius? I'm not Mike, the ladykiller!" I snorted, "Who says ladykiller?" "You know what I mean Mike! For every 6 girls, you bring back here, I have one reject me." I pushed my hands through my sandy hair. "Ok. What do we need to summon this ideal love? We gathered everything we need and made sure to not summon this chick anytime Natasha was home. I laid out the summoning circle, and as Trevor begins casting the spell, the lights flicker. This spell must be powerful. The faint silhouette of a curvaceous woman appeared. Melodious laughter floated in my ears. Just as the silhouette began to form more, Nat walked through the door, calling out, "Hey!" I panicked. Running across the room I could I think of how to keep from explaining this to Natasha. It was my haste that blinded me. I broke the summoning circle, stepping across the threshold. Trevor halted his casting as the figure reached out her arm as I run past. She touched my arm as I ran past her. My world exploded. Then darkness took me. Gasping awake I sat up, still on the floor of our living room. Natasha and Trevor stood over me, concern on their faces. I sat up, groaning in pain. All of my joints hurt. Hugging me, Nat cried out, "Oh thank God! What were you thinking?!" Trevor put his hand on my shoulder. "You broke that summoning circle. And that shadow touched you. It disappeared, and you collapsed. How do you feel?" Standing up I said, "Fine I think. Just sore. It feels li-like I-i..." my hands rushed over my mouth as I stumbled to the bathroom. Grabbing the toilet, I threw up. I couldn't stop. It's like my body was trying to expel itself. Every time I would stop, nausea would come back I would find myself puking once again. It felt like hours went by. I should have had nothing else to give. Finally, it stopped. Slowly standing up, my balance felt off. I splashed water on my face and looked in the mirror. I nearly screamed. My face! It belonged to some girl! My nose was smaller, lips a little fuller, my eyes now green! I looked at my hands; they were now small and dainty. I was shorter by about a foot! Who throws up their height?! My pants were sliding off of my smaller frame, just to confirm the worst part. My penis was gone. All I could do was scream. A few minutes later, I was sitting on the couch wearing one of Natasha's shirts and a pair of shorts. Trevor was pacing back and forth while Natasha held my hand. For the millionth time, Trevor said, "I don't understand..." Groaning I replied, "None of us do. That's the problem. Somehow, that shadow messed with my body, and now I'm this," gesturing at my female form. As Trevor walked, I felt my eyes drawn to his body. Even though Trevor was never lucky with the girls, he was in good shape. And now, I could see that. My throat felt dry as I tried to swallow. I never looked at Trevor like that. My eyes drift lower on his body until I recognize that I'm staring at his dick! Blood rushes to my face as I look away. What is wrong with me? I look at Natasha and can't help but see how cute she looks in her top. I can see the faint divots of her nipples poking through the shirt. And once again, heat washed over me, my nipples hardening under my shirt. I could feel my new womanhood moisten. It took everything not to rub my smooth thighs together. What is happening to me? Bolting up, I exclaim, "Let's sleep on it! Maybe we'll find a solution!" I hoped. But I couldn't sleep. The heat never went away. If anything, it grew. My vagaina pulses, begging for release. How long will this last? Rolling over, I cram my pillow on my head. But even such a simple move stirred even more fire in my small bosom. Sitting up, I feel defeated. This new body, these new feelings. What was this? Well, what caused it? I did my best to remember...my eyes grow wide with realization. Trevor! A-and Natasha! I looked at their bodies and felt this. The pieces all fell together. Does that mean...that this feeling...is me being horny?! No! It can't be! But it made too much sense. My body was deeply aroused, begging for attention. Sexual attention. Biting my lip, I recognized my dilemma. I could hold out; not giving in to this sexual heat and thirst. Or. Or I could explore this body for all it was...even as I recognized my two options, I already made my choice. My eager hands tweaked my nipple and dove to my eager womanhood. I can't hold back my moans of pleasure! It feels too good! Bucking wildly on my bed, gasps of pleasure flee from my lips. I bite my pillow as a wave of pleasure builds inside me. But even as I orgasm for the first time, my screams aren't completely muted. But I hope they are muted enough. I collapse back on the bed, the fire inside of my quelled, but not quenched. As my body relaxes, I quickly find myself asleep, fingers still inside of me. If only my dreams were peaceful. But no. They were full of flashes, quick sexual passions. Passions I didn't even know I had. Sexual encounters with men and women, their faces hidden, irrelevant to these dreams. But their bodies were not. I was sexually ravenous. I could not be stopped. Juices stuck to my body, to my face. If I had been aware outside of my dreams, I would have recognized I had begun to finger myself. But these dreams were much too captivating to be concerned with the real world. I knew I should have been repulsed, using my female body in these dreams for all kinds of sexual desires. I should be disgusted. But I was intrigued! And with that thought, I jolted awake, drenched in sweat. Yanking my fingers out of my vagina, the overwhelming smell of sex filled my nostrils. I need a shower. Standing under the hot water is refreshing. For a moment, I even forget about my new body. But the droplets of water on my tiny breasts reminds me quickly, sending small pleasures through my body. It took everything in me not to began to finger myself again as I felt the heat began to build once more. Toweling off, I wrap the towel around my breasts. I guess this is proper now. Walking back to my room, I hope to God I have some clothes that fit. Finding a shirt that swallows me whole and looks like some kind of dress, I go to Natasha's room. Knocking on the door, I enter. "Hey, do you have a pair of shorts I can borrow? Nothing fits me." Getting off her bed, she replied, "Sure! I should have something. How are you feeling?" I shrug. "As okay as I can be. This is all too weird to be fine." "You seem to be adapting well." "What do you mean?" Nat looks at me with a smirk on her face. "Oh, so we're pretending last night didn't happen?" "Oh! Uh." "The walls are pretty thin Mikey." I close her door, walking over to her. "You can't tell anyone what happened." She giggled. "Your secret is safe with me. Even though I'm sure anyone in your situation would do the same. Who wouldn't test it out, right?" I groan, hand on my forehand. "No-that's not...ugh! Nat, it wasn't- It's more than that, alright? I had to, okay?" Her smile was gone. "What do you mean? Is this because of the spell?" I sigh. "It started shortly after. Trevor was pacing back and forth, and my body became, I guess, turned on? I could feel this heat wash over me. I noticed all kinds of things, his muscles, his arms, his abs, and...a-and then I looked away, thinking I was embarrassed and glanced at you. But then I felt the same thing..." my voice died as I blushed. Natasha stepped close to me. "What kind of thing?" "I dunno. But I noticed things about you too. Your curves, your thighs, your breasts. I was drawn to your lips...It stirred something in me." "Then what happened?" "The heat never went away. It only got stronger until...until I did what I did." Natasha leaned in closely. "What did you do?" Something seemed off. Why was she standing so close? I tried to back away, but she continued to get closer. Bumping into the wall, I felt her breath on my neck. She asked again, "What did you do Mikey?" What was happening? Her lips were close to mine, both of us breathing hard. I could feel the heat from before coming back. Whispers in mind brought temptations of kissing her, but that broke the one rule that Trevor had for me: not to fuck his sister. Even though, it seems like that rule was far gone at this point. Our lips touched, a spark ignited inside of me. Kissing deeply, Natasha removed my shirt as I took off her sports bra. We stumbled to her bed, me on my back, Natasha on top of me. Moaning, I asked, "Natasha, w-what are you doing?" Kissing my body, she slid down to my wet pussy. "Something that feels right." After, we both collapsed on the bed. Looking at her I breathed out. "That was," "Wild," she said. Getting up, the walked over to her dresser and began to straighten her red hair. Sitting up I asked, "So what now?" Still looking in the mirror, she replied, "I don't know. That was something I hadn't done in a while, and I know about Trev's golden rule with you." I sighed. "Why did we do that? Why did you kiss me? Why did I kiss back?" "It was strange...I felt like I was pulled to you. Like I needed to kiss you, to eat you. I've never felt that before." Nodding I said, "I felt the same. Compelled to be with you. I-." The heat was back; but different. It wasn't just my vagina and breasts, it was my whole body on fire. I moaned, hands playing with my nipples. The heat centered on my chest, my breasts growing out. Lost in the bliss of it, I cupped them both, feeling my growing skin in my hands. The heat traveled to my face, I felt changes but couldn't tell what. My hair tickled my neck as it lengthened. Moaning in pleasure, I couldn't stop my orgasm. Panting, I slowly stood up, stumbling to the mirror in Natasha's room. As I walked over, I could hear Nat murmur to herself, "Oh my God..." Getting to the mirror, my hand flew over my mouth. I had changed. My face was not just girlish, but cute now. My lips had become fuller, my nose more button-like. My eyes were no longer brown, but a rich blue. My hair was richer fuller, and longer, now from to a little below my neck. I didn't really look like myself. Looking down, my eyes were drawn to my breasts. Before, there was nothing but buds, nearly non- existent. But now, I definitively had breasts. They weren't huge. But they were much more apparent. Taking all of this in, I said, "What the fuck," and gasped again. My voice! Before, my voice was barely passing for female. Now, I could pass as my sister! What was happening? Looking at Natasha I said, "We need to take a look at that spell." Half an hour later we were sitting down at the kitchen table, grimoire open to the summoning spell. "To Summon The Ideal Love." I could read some notes, but they were all faded and grimy from the passage of time. Remembering a simple spell from my first days with the book, I cast "Restore to condition," a simple that restored things to mint condition. As Ink flows on the page, my blood runs cold. The spell wasn't called, "To Summon The Ideal Love." It was "To Summon The Ideal Lover." Looking at Natasha I whispered, "Oh shit." The ink continues to restore itself, notes becoming clearer every second. This is what we read: To Summon The Ideal Lover Recommended to only be cast by an expert summoner, with the assistance of 3-4 mages of high aptitude. This spell is quite potent as must be performed without issue, for the side effects are dire. Summons a lover of the opposite sex, driven by desire. They will bend their form and mind to whatever is ideal of those they bed. They will draw in their lover, like a moth to a flame. They shall not face illness, nor any disease. Pregnancy/impregnation may only happen if all parties involved will it to be so. It is best to bind your lover to you, slave to master. Without a binding, these lovers can become primal, sensually driven beasts, whose desire for sexual relations runs rampant. Their thirst can never be sated. If summoning is performed incorrectly, the primal drive will only be more severe, as it is the foundation of their being. Binding can only happen in the first night of summoning. Unlike demonic creatures or other hellspawns, this being may not be easily unsummoned. To unsummon one of these beasts, the summoning ritual must be repeated, with the lover inside the circle. If the circle is broken, or the summoning down incorrectly, the primal will be all that remains. Tears streamed down my face. Nat placed her hand on mine. "Holy shit. Mikey..." I breathed. "It called me a beast. This fucking spell turned me into some kind of sex monster." "We can try to unsummon it?" "And then what? If we do, I could go with it! My body has changed, and it might not change back! And what if we get it wrong? I could be nothing more than a sex-crazed nympho!" The tears were coming down hard as I sobbed. Natasha's phone rang. Getting up to get it, I was left alone at the table. What would I become? Natasha came back to the kitchen. "Hun, I know this isn't a good time, but I just got called into work. And you know my boss, I can't say no." Silently nodding, I fought back my tears. The last thing I wanted to be right now as alone...but it seemed like that was the only option. Shortly after, Natasha left. Picking up the grimoire, I found a few safe spells to transform clothing. Grabbing some old shirts, shorts, and a pair of running shoes, I cast the simple spell. I turned my shirts into bras and my shorts into shorts that were my size. I did the same with the shoes. Sighing, I felt better. At least I had clothes. Sitting down in the living room, I knew the best way to get rid of this hopelessness was nothing other than Netflix. Diving into a deep binge took my mind off everything. That was, until a few hours in. A sex scene. Not even too much, just a topless man and a woman in bra and panties. But that got the fires going. Heat spread quickly, and with no one at home to stop me from enjoying this. Fingers deep in my pussy, I thrust along with the man on TV. God, he was so hot. Soon, the scene had changed. However, I had not. Lost to my pleasure, I didn't care. By my fifth orgasm, the fire died down. I pulled my hand out, covered in my juices. Whispers in the back of my mind said, "Lick it," and for some reason I did. Just as Trevor unlocked the door. He had been at work all day, and he didn't expect to see a naked girl, sucking off her fingers to be on his couch. I stood up, walked over to help and slapped him as hard as I could. Grabbing his face, he screamed, "Who the fuck are you?! What was that for?!" I glared at him. "You did this to me. I'm Mike dipshit." My anger ignited the same heat from before. My hatred of Trevor very quickly turned into lust. I could see his muscles, my mind flashing back to the tv show. I thought of the girl, having her vagina filled by his dick. And it was enough to send me over the top. I grabbed his dick from outside of his jeans and whispered, "And now, you're going to fuck me." It was like I was possessed. I was just so horny that nothing mattered. I kissed him passionately, my tongue snaking in his mouth. Surprised, he kissed back and soon had me picked up, and was bringing me back to the couch as I ripped his shirt off. It was like he couldn't move fast enough. The only thing on my mind was his dick inside of me. He was naked, and under me, this time I was on top. I was the driving force. His erect member right below my quivering, wet pussy. He began to ask, "Are you su-" And I thrust his dick inside of me. I bounced up and down, moaning and screaming in pleasure. I never felt anything that felt so good. My hands were grabbing the skin on his chest, as I screamed, "DEEPER!" I couldn't stop. I didn't want to stop. We both came several times before we stopped. Panting, we both sat next to each other on the couch. "That...that was...amazing," I gasped. Trevor nodded. And the heat came. I moaned in pleasure, the heat washed over me. Instead of settling in my face or breasts, It was in my butt? I looked down, seeing my hips widening, and feeling my ass slightly push me off the couch. Just as before, it stopped as quickly as it started. Standing up, I ran my dainty hands over my hips and ass. It felt round, but not too big. Trevor's mouth was agape, surprised at my growth. Ignoring him for a second, I walked to the bathroom, feeling the natural sway my new hips had. Looking in the mirror, I was more balanced out. Just like my breasts, I wasn't huge, but there was enough there to be apparent. Even though that last change made my waist feel smaller, it was just my hips getting bigger. I couldn't believe it. Bitting my lip, I felt the stress rising. What could I do? How bad would this get? I came out of the bathroom, still naked. Sitting down next to Trevor, I said, "I'm sorry." He, now dressed, looked surprised. Continuing, I took a deep breath. "If I hadn't run through the summoning circle, this wouldn't have happened." He nodded. We knew where the fault lied: with me. He asked, "What exactly has happened?" Getting the grimoire, I showed him the text. Reading to himself, he murmured a few lines, "...bend form and mind...slave to master...unsummoning..." Looking at me with wide eyes, he said, "This isn't the spell I thought it was." "I know. The notes were smudged, so I restored them. Should've done that before." "So your mind and body will be bent to..." Gesturing to my body, "It seems whoever I have sex with." This made Trevor pause. He was adding the pieces together. After seeing me last night and today, I knew it wouldn't take long for him to wonder... "Who else did you have sex with?" Looking down in shame, I mumbled, "N-Natasha." "Who?" "Natasha." The tension was fierce. Trevor stared at me with full intensity. You could see his mind attempting to comprehend my answer. SLAP. I was on the floor, knocked off the couch by a powerful slap. Enraged, Trevor stood over me. I held my cheek, fighting back the tears from the stinging pain. He seethed, "We had one rule..." Shaking I said, "I know." "That you would never fuck my sister..." "I know." "And the first thing you do..." "I know..." "Is fuck her?!" Tears streamed down my face. "It wasn't my fault! The spell! It made me-" Trevor's face reddened with anger. "The spell made you into a slut?! Within 24 hours?! You have fucked every single person in this damn apartment!" He sat down on the couch, putting his hand on his face. "You are my best friend Mike, and this is what you do? Seriously?!" There were no words I could say. I broke the rule. I knew I did. And in the back of my mind, I loved doing it. A few hours later, I was in my bedroom reading. Trying to distract myself from Trevor's hurt and anger in the other room, I studied the grimoire, looking for anything that could help. But I found nothing. I stood up to stretch, looking at myself in the mirror. I looked so different. I felt so different. Sighing I thought, What am I going to do? But before I could answer, Natasha stormed into my room. Waving her hands around, exasperated, she asked, "What in the hell did you do that for?" Dumbfounded by her entrance, I asked, "What?" "Trevor, smartass! Why did you tell Trevor?" I shrugged. "He was already going to figure it out. Might as well be honest." Scoffing, Nat retorted, "So you wait until after you have sex with him? Seriously?" I exclaimed, "It was what happened to you!" Wagging her finger, Natasha smirked. "Oh no. I kissed you first. You kissed him first. Don't bullshit me, Mikey; it wasn't the same at all. You just wanted some dick." Running out of excuses I screamed, "Maybe I did, okay! You weren't here! I saw one cable-safe clip of sex, and was instantly horny! Maybe I wanted to just get fucked. That's what this spell wants, right! Maybe I just did it for the sex!" Nat shook her head. "Trevor was right. You are a slut. But I don't think the spell was to blame." Shocked, I said, "What the hell does that mean?" "Mike, you've been having one-night-stands as long as I've known you. You always bring new girls up here, but you never follow up with them. You never have a girlfriend. You never go on more than a few dates. But you're just using this body to do what you want." Was that true? No! It couldn't be! Natasha continued, "You're a slut, Mike. And we all know it. You fucked both me and my brother in 24 hours." She rummaged in her purse. "Which is why I got you this," handing me a box with something pink wrapped in plastic. She pointed at the box. "That should cool you down. Keep your screams down, please? Some of us can't work from home and have to be up early." And with that, she walked out of my room. Hurt by her words, I stood still, contemplating what she said. Am I really a slut? Sure I met girls easily, but it was never just about the sex. I just never really found the right one. And Nat's definitely brought more girls here than I have. Was she just lashing out? Sighing, I pushed the thoughts from my mind. I didn't want to put the energy towards that stuff. Curious about the package she gave me, I opened it and gasped. It was a vibrator. It was purple, slightly curved, and covered in some kind of silicone rubber. There were ribs on it, I'm sure for more pleasure. As I held it, my body began to heat up again, just at the excitement. I turned it on, jumping slightly as I felt it vibrate in my hands. Sliding off my shorts, I knew this was about to be a magical experience. The vibrator helped drastically. I was able to do work and use the vibrator anytime I needed to release any pressure. I barely left my room, other than to quickly get food. When I wasn't working or masturbating, I was studying the grimoire's spell, reading over the words in detail. I needed to understand everything about what I was becoming. In the middle of my seventh session, the words ran through my mind again in between waves of pleasure. They will bend their form and mind to whatever is ideal of those they bed... My eyes snapped open. My mind! Of course! After a powerful climax, I grabbed my notebook, scribbling as many notes as I could. The minute I had sex with Natasha, my mind changed. It changed again when I had sex with Trevor! But I had no idea what changed! I could see physical changes, but there was no telling what my mental changes were. Natasha could have willed me to be easily turned on, or Trevor could have upped my drive for sex. All of it would have happened subconsciously. No one would know. No one would know. My pen fell on the page. The weight of these changes hit me like a ton of bricks. My identity was shifting. I had no way to stop it. Even now, I wasn't the same person I was before. And when--I mean, if, I have sex with someone else, then my identity will change again. And again, and again. Looking in the mirror, tears welled up before me. Michael Easterly was effectively dead. Then who the hell am I?