The comic book store had been my life for a few years now, since leaving school, my home town was a black hole I couldn’t get out of, a little bubble where the outside world was too far away to go and see, so it was just easier to stay where I was. I’d turn up every day and sit at the desk opposite Steve; a scrawny guy that had been here as long as I had, he handled inventory and I just worked the register. I didn’t own the store, the guy who did was some old man who lived just outside of town, Steve would call him up and keep him up to date on a regular basis. The owner was some big time collector who sent us shipments now and then. The store itself was small but we’d get more foot traffic than you’d expect in a nowhere town like this, because it was either going to the cinema, sitting at home on the internet or reading comic books.

So one day I’m leaning back in my chair and we’re both listening to some weird music Steve brought in whilst some girl and this fat dude are walking around looking at stuff. I don’t really care if customers read the books while I’m sitting there, I’m not the comic book police. The fat guy eventually leaves, but the girl comes up to the counter with this stack of comic’s, she’s kinda cute, goth vibe, long black hair, very tall and slender. She had a huge pair of black boots on and some black lace getup that contrasted perfectly against her soft pale white skin. She could be the front girl for a goth band or something, she looked great.

Steve eye’s up her stack and gives me a look like what she’s got there is a big haul, I sit up in my chair and start running the books through one by one and it ends up like $87, I’m surprised anyone spends that much on books, hell, Steve is going have a hard time explaining to the old man that this isn’t a typo on the receipts.

“Card or cash?” I say as she searches her purse.

“Card.” she said briefly handing me a battered piece of plastic. I check the name on it and it says “Mr. Mason.”

“Is this your boyfriends card?” I have to ask, we don’t accept borrowed cards in here and for this amount of books, it’s straight up suspicious.

“No… that’s me.” she says, clearly embarrassed. What? Is this girl? Wait is this… not a girl? I look down to her chest and there’s definitely some large lumps in there.

“Mister Mason?” I say, still staring at her chest. She looks annoyed, I’m still confused.

“Yes, I’m transgender, I’ve not had my cards changed yet.” She explains it clearly, but I can’t believe what I’m seeing here.

“Oh… yeah sorry… Mr. Mason… uh we can’t accept that in here right now…” I look at Steve and he looks kind of disappointed in me, I’m totally confused.

“I’m not Mr. Mason any more, do I need to give you ID or something?” She awkwardly replies, pulling out an old wallet from her purse and putting a picture of a young guy next to her face for comparison.

“Yeah, um, Mr.. I mean Miss Mason, sorry I’m just not sure I can do that for someone like you.”, I really don’t want to deal with this.

“Someone like me?” she snarled, gripping her purse tightly.

“Look, I don’t know what you are right now and I don’t know how to explain it to the cops if you stole that card… so…”

“STOLE the card?! You think I stole this? And what do you mean “What you are?” I’m human, you jerk!” she’s yelling now, I’m not having this.

“Look, just get out the store I’m not dealing with this today!” I say, standing up and pointing to the exit.

She huffs and says “Asshole…” as she storms out the store, leaving the books on the desk.

Steve looks at me with disappointment.

“What? I can’t verify who she is!” I say defensively.

“You’re a real dickhead Brad, don’t you know who that is?” he says, oh great, they were something important weren’t they.

“I don’t even know what that is dude,” I’m so done with this today.

“That girl is part of that witches coven thing.” he whispers, looking around him.

“Come the fuck on Steve, witches? Are you fucking kidding me? It was dressed like a goth cos it probably listens to the same bullshit music you do.” I said leaning back in my chair again. Steve sighed heavily.

“Look man, I wouldn’t go round pissing them off anyway and can you stop calling her “it”? The monster from the black lagoon was an “it”, that was a girl, don’t be an ass.” He was getting preachy, I fucking hated listening to Steve go off on one at me. I nodded and put my headphones in to drown out him and his weirdo music. I smiled at him as he kept on talking until he realised I couldn’t hear him, then he got up and walked into the back room and got on with inventory checking or whatever he did back there.

The day passed kinda slow after that, we had a few sales but nothing really interesting happened, I did feel kinda bad, $87 would have been the best sale we’ve had all year. But, come on, really? Witches? There’s no such thing! Steve was full of shit. It was probably someone bullshitting me to get as much out of a stolen bank card as they could.

Steve always left early and he didn’t say anything to me when he left today, but whatever man, fuck him, it’s my turn on the CD player tomorrow and he can sit there and listen to my stuff all day. It hit 9pm and I closed up shop. It was the middle of winter, it was cold and dark and the streets at night were always deserted, no one really went out at night around here, the nightlife was pretty dead, the only place you went to at this time was your own home or someone else’s to hook up or whatever. I locked the door and turned around to see someone standing on the opposite side of the road, just staring at me. It was too dark to see who it was but they were tall and looked like they were wearing a robe or dress… it had to be that weirdo from earlier.

“Look man, give it a rest, you want those comic books, bring in a real card and show me some ID that matches your face.” I shouted at the figure. It just stood there, motionless. This was weird, I didn’t like it. I turned around and decided I’d walk home, quickly. Looking back, the figure disappeared from view when I turned down my street, but I couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched.

I got home and climbed the stairs up to my place, shut the door and locked it. I’d never really seen anything like this in town before, I’d lived here my whole life but this was kinda freaky. I sat down on my bed and stared into the mirror I had propped up against the wall. Lightning flashed outside and a few seconds later a loud rumble shook the place and for a second, I thought I saw someone outside my window… which was on the fourth floor. Fuck this, I pulled the blinds down over my window, I was going nuts. I wrapped myself up in my bed and listened to rain tapping against the window until I fell asleep.

– She came last night, a cold, wet hand caressed my face as I slept. She whispered in my ears and told me of what I’d become –

I was dreaming, I had no control, I saw a huge dick in front of me, way bigger than mine. It was hard and throbbing and I ran my tongue over the head and looked up and saw a dark hooded figure looking down at me. I felt grossed out by what I was doing, but couldn’t stop myself from doing it. It ran it’s hand through my hair, which for some reason was really long now. The figure suddenly pushed my head further down on it’s dick and I choked a little taking it all, my eyes started to water as the huge dick hit the back of my throat…

I woke up suddenly in the middle of the night, coughing and gasping for air. What the fuck kind of dream was that?! I wasn’t fucking gay and what the hell was that hooded figure? All of that crap Steve was talking about must have gotten to me. I caught my breath and sat on the bed until I calmed down. It was still dark, and I couldn’t see anything in my room, I got out of bed and felt strange, lighter somehow. I walked into the bathroom and flipped the light switch, I instantly freaked out.

In the mirror looking back at me was this flat chested, feminine… girl. She was me. I was still wearing my clothes but they were really baggy on me, my hips were really wide, my ass looked pretty big and I had shoulder length hair. I immediately thrust my now tiny hand into my pants and checked for my cock, it was still there, but was significantly smaller, it was like 3 inches long! What the fuck? I was shorter too, and my face was soft and girly, I ran my hand over my face and my skin was gentle to the touch. I started to panic, what could have done this? What the fuck happened? Was I still dreaming? I pinched my arm and it hurt. I was definitely awake.

I stared at myself for a few second in disbelief until I started feeling horny, not like a regular amount of horny, but overwhelmingly horny. I was more aroused now than I’d ever been in my life and I had no idea where it came from. I looked down at the tiny bulge in my pants, my little dick was straining, a cloud formed in my head and my mind felt weak as I instinctively started rubbing my 3 inch dick through my pants.

I staggered through the bathroom back into the bedroom, unable to stop rubbing away as I fell onto the bed, furiously masturbating until I shot my meagre load into the inside of my underwear. I didn’t feel satisfied though, the overwhelming arousal didn’t go away. I’d never been able to do this before. I started rubbing again and after a few minutes, came again. I let out a long moan of frustration, why was I still horny? I’d came twice! I kept playing, hoping for the feeling of release, but it never came. I was confused as all hell, my breathing was getting heavy and I couldn’t think straight. I was so fucking horny, what was happening to me?

I don’t know why I did it, this wasn’t me doing this, I grabbed an empty beer bottle I’d left next to the bed and pushed the tip to my asshole, this was so fucked up but I couldn’t stop myself from doing it. I pushed it in slowly and started vigorously fucking my asshole with it until after 5 minutes, I came again and finally felt release. The sweetest, best release I’d ever felt in my life. It was incredible. I pulled the bottle out and laid face down on the bed, letting out a long contented sigh, I relaxed for a few seconds before I remembered my predicament. I had so many questions running through my mind that I couldn’t think straight, but they all drifted away one by one until I fell asleep, in a sudden onset of extreme tiredness.

The next morning I woke up feeling really great. I felt relaxed and fulfilled. After a few seconds of enjoying my pillow I came back to reality and remembered last night. I leapt up and looked into the mirror. I was back to normal, my face was my face and my body was my body. Did last night really happen? I saw the discarded beer bottle on the floor. I picked it up and hesitantly smelt it. Yup, it smelt like the kind of thing that had been up someone’s ass. I was stumped. That part happened, but what about the transformation? I wasn’t drinking last night. There was no way I’d shove a beer bottle up my ass in my sleep. I remembered pinching myself too and I was definitely awake… did I imagine it? I reached into my pants and grabbed my average sized dick and sighed in relief. Okay. This was weird, but there was no way my mind was playing tricks on me.

I hit the shower and sat down for breakfast, my mind still trying to piece together last night. I put on my rain coat, it was still stormy outside, and braced myself heading into work.

Sitting down at my desk Steve waited expectantly for me to put on one of my CD’s but I was so distracted I couldn’t think about anything other than whatever happened to me last night. Parts of the dream I had and the transformation were hard to remember, I sucked a dick, I remembered that and had a beer bottle up my ass… and….

“Going to play one of your boring-ass discs today brad?” Steve asked mockingly. I turned to him, dazed.

“Uh… nah man, you can play what you want today,” I said, distantly.

“Oh, I see. Think you can make it up to me after being a jerk to that girl the other day, huh? Well being nice to me isn’t going to atone for your sins buddy.” He said, getting up and taking a disc out of the folder he kept behind his little desk.

Some folky indie tune came on. I spaced out for a while. The hooded figure outside the store, the other one from the dream, did this have something to do with that girl from yesterday? Was she really a witch?

“Hey, uh Steve? About that… girl yesterday.” I didn’t know how to phrase this.

“What about her Brad, feeling guilty?” He said in his usual morally upright tone.

“Is she really a witch, or did you just make that crap up to scare me?” I asked, straight out.

“Brad, you’ve lived in this town your whole life and you’ve not heard of the coven?” He sighed.

“Look I just thought it was some campfire crap kids told each other for shits and giggles, I’m an adult man, I don’t seriously believe in that sci-fi junk.” I didn’t like it when Steve knew something I didn’t, which was more often than I’d like to admit.

“Sci-fi junk would be aliens, you idiot, these are witches, it’s the paranormal and no it’s not some campfire mumbo jumbo, it’s real.” he said, definitively.

“Witches aren’t real, stop fucking with me, it’s just some freaks dressing up like goat people and hiding in the woods getting high.” I knew I didn’t know what I was talking about, but come on, it couldn’t be real.

“Why even bother asking me if you don’t want to hear what I’ve got to say? Just shut up and get back to work, if you’re scared of pissing off the coven, then good. You should be.”

The conversation fell silent. I stewed for a while thinking about it, could what happened last night be that weirdo from yesterday? Like, how would they even do that? Witchcraft is bullshit, putting some twigs in a bowl and saying stuff isn’t going to do anything. Right? I was talking myself into this, but in the back of my mind I knew the two things were too much of a coincidence to not be connected somehow.

The storm continued outside all day, lashing rain against the windows until everything outside was a greyish blur of raindrops, the store was deserted and me and Steve just sat at our desks reading or staring out the window.

Steve packed up his stuff and left, leaving me to lock up. I have to admit, I was nervous after yesterday. I searched the shop before leaving. It was empty. I was jumpy, how would anyone have gotten into the store when we both stared at the front door all day? I was losing it. Putting my coat on, I went outside and checked the street, it was empty. The rain was still coming down hard, I turned around to lock the place up, but when I turned back around the same figure was there from yesterday. They just appeared out of nowhere. I froze in place.

I gathered up all the courage I had, clenched my fist tight and started marching across the street towards it, it’s shape obscured by the darkness and the rain. A horn blared as a car passed the street in front of me, narrowly missing me. I turned to watch it speed off, looking back in the direction of the figure, it was gone. I walked over to where it was and peered down some pitch black alleyways, water pouring off guttering and gurgling down the drain masked any sound of footsteps. I must have scared it off. I was alone, I stood there for a few seconds and sighed; this was fucking bullshit. I went home. I know people in town have a lot of free time, but hanging around in the dark and the rain to freak me out? That was some next-level stuff.

I got home and locked the door again, not having visitors tonight, I went around and made sure all the windows were locked. I checked everything, looked in all my cupboards and pulled all the blinds in my house. I didn’t know what I was trying to hide from, but deep down I was scared. I checked the clock, it was 10:30pm. I got into bed and curled up, looking around me, watching as the headlights of cars going past outside cast shadows on the ceiling. I couldn’t sleep.

10:58pm, I was still staring at the ceiling, my mind racing. Suddenly I felt a tingling sensation all over my body, like everything had gone to sleep, then a deep rush of overwhelming pleasure. I looked down and watched my hands get smaller and my muscular chest wither away, I got out of bed, shaking as my body weight decreased rapidly. I freaked the fuck out grabbing my clothes as I slipped out of them, watching as my underwear stretched to encompass my massive ass, I turned to the front and saw my familiar bulge decrease in size and my thighs thicken. I fell to my knees and ran my hands over myself as my body hair disappeared in a weird, but somehow pleasurable sensation. I looked down, I saw long black hair frame my vision and I looked into the mirror and realised I’d changed back into the feminine looking guy I was last night. The sensation faded and I was left standing in front of the mirror, dumbfounded. I ran my hands over myself, this wasn’t a dream, I hadn’t gone to sleep. This was really happening.

Then, just like the night before, it began again, an overwhelming feeling of sexual arousal. I was unbearably horny. My little bulge poked out the front of my boxers and I couldn’t stop myself from rubbing it. I fell onto the floor rubbing away at my bulge before sliding my hand into my underwear and giving it a stroke, I let out a high-pitched, girly moan as I rolled onto my back and played with my little dick, frantically stroking the shaft up and down. In no time at all, I spurted, but just like yesterday I wanted more. I felt like I needed something inside me and looked around for the beer bottle, there it is! I picked it up, rolled onto all fours and slid down my underwear, revealing my thick, juicy ass to the mirror, looking at it I couldn’t help but be aroused. I’d always wanted a girlfriend with an ass like that. I watched myself push in the beer bottle, just like the night before and pumped my ass hard with it until I came. I felt contentment and laid on the floor of my room, smiling widely. It felt amazing. I rolled back onto my back and stared at the ceiling, then lifted my head to look down at my peach shaped body. Fucking myself with a beer bottle felt shameful, but this whole thing was so weird, what was happening to me? Is this a curse? I got up off the floor and looked into the mirror at myself some more, pinching and testing parts of myself. This was real. I was experiencing this.

There was a bang on the window and I could see the outline of a person through the gaps in the blinds. A car headlight went past, blinding me temporarily and as my eyes adjusted to the darkness, it was gone. I was suddenly reminded about the weird shit going on outside my appearance. There was no way this wasn’t something to do with the figure in the street. Someone had done this to me. I looked back in the mirror at myself and felt weak and vulnerable. I didn’t have any of the body strength my normal self had, I was small and pathetic now and I didn’t like it. I crawled back into bed and nervously stared into the mirror until my eyes were too heavy to stay open. I hoped I changed back like the yesterday, I couldn’t bare to get stuck like this, my worried thoughts faded into a blank nothing as I fell asleep.

She had left her mark on me and was this my curse, or was this my blessing?

I woke up the next morning, feeling refreshed, despite the lack of sleep I’d had. I immediately turned to check the mirror and noticed I was back to normal. I sighed a breath of relief. This was all kinds of messed up, but at least no one knew about it. I didn’t feel like explaining to Steve that I was turning into a fat-assed, horny femboy every night, or that I had to shove a beer bottle up my ass to calm myself down. I spent a long time staring into the bathroom mirror, my reflection looking back at me, it looked worried. I was feeling like crap and didn’t want to go into work, but dragged myself there anyway.

I opened the store and got things set up for the day, sitting down at my desk. I spaced out for a while and stared out the window, absorbed in my own thoughts. What if this never ended? What if I couldn’t stop this from happening?

“…Are you listening to me?” a voice said.

“Huh?” I looked up and saw Steve, looking pretty tired.

“You okay man? You’ve not said anything for hours.” I looked up at the clock and it was nearly closing time.

“I’m all kinds of messed up right now Steve.” Steve looked vaguely concerned, he wasn’t used to me being quiet, I guess.

“…Well if you need to talk or anything… we’re literally sitting here all day together.” he awkwardly explained.

I got his hint, but I wasn’t about to explain any of what I was going through at home to him. I just nodded and watched as he picked up his things and walked out the door. It was time to lock up, which I had totally slipped my mind, would I see them again? I started to panic, I should have asked Steve to stay a bit longer, even if I looked like a fucking wimp, would have been better for someone else to witness that I was being stalked.

It was still raining, it had been continuously raining all week. I locked the shop door, clenching my teeth and tightening my fist, I slowly turned around to see the empty street behind me. Nothing. I sighed in relief, maybe things were easing up. Starting my walk home in the downpour, the pounding of the rain was amplified by my rain coat. I couldn’t help check behind me, and every odd shape in my peripheral vision just in case it was the figure. But nothing came. I dragged myself into my apartment building and started up the stairs when I felt a familiar feeling.

Pleasure started rushing through me, just like the night before. What?! This was way too early! I fell to my knees in the hallway, covering my mouth with my hands to stop my neighbours from hearing my moaning. Falling to the floor, I crawled about as the transformation took place again, under my bulky rain coat my body altered itself like it had the night before. When it was over I got up and looked around, it didn’t seem like anyone had heard me. I tried to sneak down the corridor in my femboy form, hoping no one would stop me, but halfway down the corridor a door opened.

“Oh, hey, are you Markie?” a voice asked. I froze in place and turned around to see a tall man in a bath towel, standing in his doorway. He had silver hair, but wasn’t old, his bright blue eyes pierced my very being. I was about to disagree when I was overcome with the same horniness I’d had before. No, no I shouldn’t, this is wrong, what am I doing?

“There’s no need to be shy, I know these things are awkward. You’re a little different looking than your profile, but a cutie all the same.” he said in a comforting voice, I was struggling, my little dick was getting hard under my rain coat. This is fucked up, I don’t like guys! I don’t want this! I was about to open my mouth and say something, but all that came out was a girlish moan.

“Come on in, I’ve set some clothes out for you.” he explained, pushing the door further open. This is wrong! No! But I was too horny to say no, whatever he was offering, I needed it. I followed him into his room.

“Sorry, I invited you over all of a sudden, I thought you’d ghosted me, didn’t know you would actually show.” His words sort of glided past me as I focused my attention on the bulge under the towel, I wasn’t gay but oh my god I wanted it, anything in my ass to ease this frustration! He noticed where my attention was going and walked up to me.

“Clothes are on the bed sweetie, put them on and I’ll drop the towel.” He winked, pointing at the bed.

I struggled to take my eyes off of his towel and saw lingerie laying on the bed. What? Surely he didn’t want me to wear girls clothes? I looked back at him hesitantly but he nodded firmly. I didn’t want to do this, but I needed to get fucked. My little dick was throbbing and I had this almighty feeling of emptiness inside, an insatiable desire to be penetrated. I started heavy breathing and my vision was getting hazy. I ripped my rain coat off and my ill-fitting work clothes and grabbed the lingerie, putting it on. My host watched as fought my hard on to get the pink lace panties on, my dick was small but these undies were smaller. After getting all of the tight lingerie on, I turned around in primal lust and bent over, presenting my ass to him. I was out of my mind horny, I couldn’t take this any longer. I needed to be filled.

I heard a towel drop to the floor and the sound of a bottle bring opened.

“Mmmm, you look so fucking hot Markie, your ass is even fatter than on your profile and this lingerie is just so… mmm.” I wasn’t listening, I pulled my cheeks apart and let out a longing moan.

I felt the tip of his lubricated cock touch my hole, I wiggled about trying to push myself onto him. He smacked my ass hard and gripped my hips, easing into me. I felt instantly relieved to be filled with something, but I needed to cum. His dick seemed to keep on going deeper and deeper into me, until he finally slapped his groin against my ass. In the back of my mind I felt uncomfortable by what was happening, but the small voice was silenced as he pulled back and thrust in, fucking my ass like a giant piston. I moaned in ecstasy, biting my lip as his cock fucked me. He grabbed my hair and smacked my ass, the kind of things I’d always wanted to do to girls myself, he fucked me like a little bitch, and I loved it. I was so close to cumming, I could hear him breathing heavier too. I let out a squeal as he pounded my fat little ass and pushed me over the edge. I felt him grab my hips and pull me down onto him as he unloaded into me. We moaned in unison and I lunged forward, pulling myself off his dick.

“Holy shit Markie, what an ass you have!” he gave my ass a playful slap. I was returning to my senses now, I looked down and realised I was wearing lingerie, in a strangers house. I rolled over and sat on the edge of the bed, looking at the huge, wet cock that just fucked me. I freaked out, picking up my things hastily.

My host looked a little disappointed, watching me try to remove my lingerie.

“You can keep the clothes, babe.” Great, I don’t want them, but I can just throw the rain coat over the top and get out of here faster.

I picked up my things and left his place. I was stressing out, what had I just done?

I opened the door to my apartment and locked it behind me. It was 9pm. Why did I change so early? What the fuck have I done? I just fucked a total stranger, I couldn’t stop myself either! I removed my raincoat to reveal the velvety pink lingerie I had on underneath. Jesus Christ what the fuck am I wearing? I pulled the lingerie off myself and crawled into bed. Rain tapped against the window as I sat on my bed, looking at my girly naked body. I rubbed my little hands over myself and felt feminine and weak.

“This is you now.” said a deep voice from the darkness.

I immediately shuddered, pulling the covers up and scanning the dark corners of my room.

“Who’s there?!” I shouted.

“You have been cursed, you have spurned the rights of one of us and they have decided you must change.” the voice explained, menacingly.

“How do I stop this?” I asked, meekly. In the far left corner of the room, the blackness grew darker, until it started spreading outwards, consuming the light from the rest of the room until I was enveloped in pure darkness, blindly staring out into a void of nothingness.

“There is no way back from where you are.” The voice said, it’s tone surrounding me, like it was in my mind.

I was terrified, blindly, I tried to crawl to the end of my bed but instead of falling off, it continued, until the mattress gave way to cold stone. I reached out on all fours until an invisible hand grabbed my limbs and held me down on the stone surface I’d crawled onto. I wriggled my hands and legs but it was futile. I yelled out at the darkness, but I was silenced by the sudden lighting of a torch. The girl from the comic book store stood before me in a long black dress and started lighting sconces that circled the area, one by one. I could see people watching from the edges of the darkness, lots of them. I tried again to break free but I was way too weak to escape the forces that held me down. Eventually she illuminated the entire area, 40 or so people watched from what looked like the inside of a cave, they looked like they were in a trance. They were chanting in words I didn’t understand.

A selection of figures in cloaks stepped forwards from the crowd and formed a semi circle around me. One by one they slowly lifted their dresses, some revealing small to average sized dicks and some revealing pussies, all of them started toying with their respected parts and I found myself getting aroused again. Thoughts of fear faded away as my sexual arousal took over. Behind me a pair of hands grabbed my ass cheeks, pulling them apart. I turned to see who was behind me, but they were hooded and it was too dark to see anything.

I felt a finger probe my hole and couldn’t help but let out a moan as the finger slid in and out of me. The girls in front of me laughed as they approached slowly, letting out moans of their own. I felt the hooded figure withdraw his finger and soon something far thicker was pressed to my hole, I didn’t have to guess what it was. I wriggled, trying to resist, but my unearthly bounds gripped tighter, forcing me into position. I was filled yet again with the overwhelming desire to be filled. I couldn’t stop, my mind became hazy and I stopped resisting as the large cock was thrust into me. I whimpered as it was fed into my hungry ass, the girls now stood feet around me, my vision blocked out by various sexual organs being pleased as my ass was being penetrated. I moaned loudly, unable to hold it back, I knew I shouldn’t like this, but I did. My body betrayed me as I was filled with gushing pleasure. The girls surrounding me let out pleasured moans of their own as the other’s chanted loudly, my own moans drowned out by the cacophony of other voices chanting menacingly and moaning in sexual euphoria.

Suddenly I was lifted into the air, my arms and legs stretched out wide as I was being fucked, the cave roof cracked open revealing the stars, which swirled around as I reached a climax…

I woke up in bed, freaked out. Oh my god… it was just a dream, I must have drifted off last night. It took me several minutes to get over that, it was the most realistic dream I’d ever had. After recovering, I looked in the bedside mirror to see I’d not changed back. Oh god no. Why haven’t i changed back?! I climbed out of bed and rushed up to the mirror. It was daytime! I should have changed back! What?! I panicked, I didn’t want anyone to see me like this! I paused for a second, then realised it was Saturday. Okay, I have to stop this, I can’t live like this. I need to confront whoever was doing this directly.

I didn’t know where to begin though, besides going out to the woods, where do you go looking for witches? I didn’t feel like trying to follow the mysterious figure that kept on appearing outside work either. After a while I decided to check out some local campsites and see where it lead me.

I put on my best fitting clothes and my rain coat over the top. I didn’t really want anyone to see me, not that anyone would recognise me, I looked totally different, but I didn’t want to explain to anyone who I was.

I packed a few things into my backpack before heading off into the woods. The area around our little town was densely packed wilderness, if you weren’t following a trail or a road, you’d get lost in no time. I arrived at the first campsite pretty early in the day and scouted around but there wasn’t much to see, an abandoned campfire and some beer bottles that I’d struggle to look at the same way again. This was still pretty close to town though, there was no way a bunch of witches would just be hiding just outside of town. I proceeded down the trail and further into the woods.

An hour passed and I couldn’t hear the sound of civilisation any more, the deafening silence of the forest was starting to creep me out. I couldn’t hear birds or anything. Just the wind rustling the trees. I didn’t like it.

I arrived at the second campsite and it looked just like the first. I sighed, looking around for trails or any sign that anyone had gone further into the woods. After poking around for another 10 or so minutes I found a trail behind a bramble bush, and ended up following it. The forest seemed to keep on getting darker as I pushed further into it, the light changed from a radiant yellow to a warm orange and then a dim grey. As I kept going, the trees seemed more gnarled and unnatural, the canopy above me seemed to seal up as the sky was blocked out by leaves. It was pretty dark now, and I was hesitant to keep going.

I noticed the open maw of a cave that was so dark the light couldn’t pierce it, and so foreboding that it filled me instantly with dread. I stood at the opening, gathering the courage to continue, eventually I pushed myself to approach it, when a cold gust of air and the ghostly sound of moaning reverberated from inside. I felt like someone walked over my grave. This was all the confirmation I needed, someone was in there… or something. I didn’t really want to go inside and find out what kind of fucked-up shit was going on in there, but I was out of options. I pulled out my flash light and headed into the cave.

The cave opening was plastered with graffiti and beer cans that decreased in number the further into the cave I went. I carried on for what felt like an eternity, shuffling through the darkness. The paths winded on in different directions with most being dead ends and some of them shrinking to the point of being impassable, but suddenly something caught my eye. A light was coming from one of the paths. This must be it.

I crept up to it and peeked around the corner to see a clearing, filled with candles and a… mirror? No, it was the frame of a mirror, the mirror was missing. Written above it were the ominous words “You can never go back” which I read out in my head in the same voice from my dream last night. I walked into the clearing, surrounded by candle light and looked into the frame. There was nothing, for the first few seconds, then as I looked harder I saw a series of ghostly faces appear in the frame. Startled, I took a few steps backwards and felt myself bump into something soft. I turned around and in front of me, was the girl from the comic book store.

“So, you made it. You make a cute little femboy.” she said, slowly. Her face the picture of apathy.

“W-what did you do to me?!” I stuttered, my legs shaking.

“What? You thought hurting me with the things you said wasn’t going to have any consequences?”

“Not like this!” I yelled, pulling back my rain coat and revealing my small frame underneath.

“You’re adorable, but a brat. I don’t like brats.” she said, her stern cracking a half-smile at the edges.

I looked down and was overcome with arousal, my little dick was pushing hard against my boxers.

“What?! No!” I yelled in defiance, pulling my rain coat over me.

“I don’t think you understand, when I say you fuck, you fuck. We’re going to fuck your bad behaviour out of you.” she said, lifting her skirt and presenting me with her soft, unshaven girl dick.

I stared at it, hypnotised. I suddenly felt the urge to have it in my mouth, I felt like I needed something in my mouth, I wanted it. I couldn’t resist the burning desire to have something in my mouth. I tried to cover my mouth with my hands, but her powerful gaze made me give in, dropping my defences and opening my mouth.

“Good boy.” she said as I leaned forwards, pushing my face into her crotch, her soft dick growing harder to the touch of my face.

I took her into my mouth as she hardened, sliding my tongue along the underside of her shaft, bobbing my lips up and down on her cock. My mind was blank, I was being told this was what I wanted and it felt good to do it.

“Mmmm. You’re so obedient, we need more thrall’s like you.” she parted her legs more, allowing me to get my face further onto her.

I continued to pleasure her, sucking her girl dick with passion. I felt a vague feeling of distress and disgust, some part of me didn’t want this, but I knew I had to, it was the right thing to do. My desires started to change as I felt the need to be penetrated again, I let go of her hardened dick and undid my jeans, dropping my boxers and presenting myself to her. She smiled and got down to mount me, pushing into me with ease, I looked up into the mirror frame and saw a group of people looking back. I tilted my head down and saw I was being fucked in a circle of candles. A familiar chanting started as the figures from the mirror frame walked out and surrounded us. The voice of distress was getting louder and I felt I should listen, but she was inside me, fulfilling my need to be filled.

The chanting grew louder and I was sprinkled in liquids from small vials my onlookers produced, I could hear her getting close, her breath rapidly increasing in speed as she fucked me harder. Suddenly she came and the chanting turned into cheering as she came inside me, planting me with her seed. My vision blurred and I let out a weak moan as I fell forwards. I closed my eyes for a few seconds and when I looked up, they were gone. All of them. I was alone, in the dark, even the candles had been extinguished. My sanity returned, I had to leave. Now.

As I raced through the woods, I thought I heard the sound of laughing behind me. A few minutes of sprinting and I’d made it back to the first campsite and power walked my way back to the street. I planted myself down on a bench to catch my breath, it was getting dark out and it had started to rain. What the fuck did I just do, what just happened? I had no control over what I did there at all. This wasn’t mindless arousal, I was being manipulated! Suddenly, I noticed I was being spoken to by a bus driver. I looked up and realised I was sitting at a bus stop.

“Oh no, sorry, I’m not getting on the bus.” I explained, still a little out of breath.

“I’ve been calling you for a few seconds, are you alright miss?” asked the bus driver.

“… I’m a sir.” I replied.

“Oh, I’m sorry… sir, you just look so… uh, what I mean is…” he stumbled with his words, was my gender that fucking hard to get right?

“I just look what?” I asked, angrily.

“Nothing, miss, I mean sir.” he briefly replied, closing the doors and driving off.

Asshole. I looked down at myself, how could he not tell I was a guy? I thought back to the comic book store incident, and felt kind of bad. Was this how I made her feel? Steve was right, I was a dickhead, I felt awful. The rain pattered down on my face, so much had happened lately, I’d forgotten how I’d gotten into this mess to begin with. I sighed and decided not to hang around any longer.

When I got home I locked the door and sat down in my living room chair and stared out the window as the sun set. I was so scared. Of myself, of that girl, the darkness, sleeping… There didn’t seem to be anywhere safe. Why did I think going to the cave would help? I’m a fucking idiot. This was all because I called her the wrong thing at the comic book store. I set in motion a series of events that I couldn’t escape from. She called me a thrall, is that what I am now?

Suddenly there was a knock at the door. I was too scared to open it, I looked through the spyhole to see it wasn’t a witch or any kind of demonic being. I pulled the rain coat over myself and opened it.

“Oh, hey Markie, this is probably kinda weird, but I saw you walking along the corridor earlier, I didn’t know we lived in the same building! Ha! Uh, I’m sorry if I upset you the other night, I didn’t mean to, I had a great time…My name is Jason.” he explained. I felt compelled to hug this man, my feminine body was getting the better of me. He was legitimately nice, even if he thought I was someone else. I decided to invite him in, I’d rather have his company than be alone.

We chatted for ages about things, I didn’t have anywhere near the sexual experience he had and sex was a bit of an awkward subject at the moment, considering everything that happened. We changed the conversation a few times and he seemed like an honest guy, we may have been friends if I wasn’t stuck in this position. He could tell I was troubled.

“…Is something up?” he asked innocently. I was staring towards the window, the sun had set.

“I’ve got a lot going on right now…” I explained, surely she wouldn’t do anything in front of a stranger, wouldn’t that be against the rules or something?

“Well, you know, I’m here if you need to talk about anything, we live so close, you can come round any time you want! I’d love to have a cutie like you spending time with me.” he chuckled.

I tried to smile but wasn’t feeling it, how could I explain to him what was going on? Jason would ditch me in a second, thinking I’m some kind of nutjob. Yeah man, I need some help, witches have turned me into a fatass girlyboy, think you can help me out? Yeah. Right.

Lightning flashed outside, illuminating the room and the gentle tapping of rain started on the window pane. I felt uneasy, like something was coming. I looked over to Jason and he seemed to feel it too.

“Hey, I think you should go, it’s getting late.” I said, forcing a weak smile.

“I don’t think so.” he said, firmly, his gaze fixed on the window.

I turned and saw a floating figure outside. I yelped and stood back, knocking over my chair. Jason stood up and shielded me with his body. The room lit up as lightning struck again, this time followed by the roaring of thunder. The doors slammed shut on their own and pictures fell off the wall, it felt like the room was shaking. I put my hands over my head in fear.

“I knew it, I sensed this the second I saw you!” Jason shouted, over the sound of the thunder.

Rain pummelled the windows and in the third lightning strike, the room flashed bright white and suddenly the girl from the cave was in front of us, her feet floating just off the floor. She was wearing a shawl that seemed to float outwards as if electrified and a wide smile stretched across her face as she pointed in my direction.

“It’s the witch! She did this to me!” I yelled in fear.

“She’s not a witch, she’s a wraith, she wants to claim you as her thrall!” Jason yelled, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a few things I couldn’t see in the darkness.

“What the fuck?!” I screamed as the girls face twisted and contorted, her flesh withering away as she transformed into an apparition before me.

She seemed to glow a dark red as she hovered towards me.

“You cannot escape what you’ve become, you can never go back, join me and you’ll live forever in sexual euphoria.” she said, her voice echoing through my mind, resonating deep inside me.

“I… should… join… her…” the words fell out my mouth as I started walking towards her welcoming arms, when I was grabbed and pulled back behind Jason.

“Stay back!” Jason yelled as he moved back defensively, covering me.

I snapped out of it, feeling weak.

Jason lunged forwards the wraith, she turned instantly to face him and raised a hand, projecting a menacing dark red aura towards him. Before it struck him, he raised a medallion in one hand. The aura touched it. A bright flash engulfed the room, I was just able to make out over the brilliant blinding light, Jason struggling to hold his ground against the power of the aura, I got up and wrapped my arms around him, trying to help him. The terrible sound of a thousand screams tore through the room as the aura was absorbed into the medallion.

The wraith yelled out angrily, thrashing it’s arms in Jason’s direction. Random bits of furniture were lifted off the floor and smashed against the walls and the room shook violently. A shockwave pushed me backwards to the floor and I looked up, helplessly, as the two battled. Jason deftly dodged the swinging hands of the wraith and leaped towards her, smashing a glass vial on her forehead. Her eyes began glowing red as she let out a pained scream, her mouth stretching wider than humanly possible as the liquid trickled over her face. Jason spoke a few words in a language I didn’t recognise and held up the medallion towards her. The look of fear consumed her as she franticly tried to get away, but as Jason finished his incantation, she was pulled into the medallion.

The room stopped shaking, all that was left was the sound of rain tapping the window and the sound of us heavy breathing. Jason threw the medallion to the floor, picking up a broken table leg, raising it over his head and smashing the medallion.

“Whew, we did it, thanks for your help!” I was in shock.

“Who are you?” I asked, still catching my breath.

“I’m Jason McMatthews, I… uh, hunt these things for a living. I’ve been hunting this particular wraith for a few months now, people went missing here a few years back and I came to town to find the cause. Seems like our wraith friend had finally consumed her last thrall and set her eyes on you.” he explained.

“How did you know it was after me?” I asked.

“I can sort of feel these things, I’d sensed something was happening nearby and I could feel something unnatural taking place here every night, some kind of presence and transformative power being used. If I charged in head on there and then, I’d probably of been destroyed by that thing. So, I waited until it had thought it had won, they waste a lot of power when they’re trying to control others.” he continued, brushing dirt off himself and putting down the table leg.

“Um… was fucking me… part of the process?” I was kind of nervous to find out this one.

“Haha, well, sort of, I had to figure out if you were under the curse up close. I made up the thing about the profile misunderstanding too, pretty slick I thought. But it is true I have a thing for cute boys in lingerie, so, win-win. I hope you enjoyed it, I did.” I blushed, I did sort of enjoy it, even if part of me thought it was wrong at the time.

I looked down at myself, I was hoping to change back when all this was over but I was still a femboy. I looked up at Jason, quizzically.

“I’m sorry, but that’s permanent, once she had done the transformation on you, there was no stopping it, but being a cute little femboy has got to be better than a mindless slave that’ll be consumed by her, surely?” I didn’t want to be consumed by a wraith, this could have been worse.

Jason smiled at me, this was a weird feeling, I’d never felt attracted to another man. This guy had literally fought a supernatural being to save me, I felt kind of indebted and he was… pretty hot right now. Oh sheesh, what has become of me? My life has changed and I can never go back. I looked over my girly body. This was me now. I was a total fucking girl. I sighed and realised I’d been fighting these feelings ever since I first changed. If I can’t go back then I’ll have to go forwards instead.

Jason was trying to put furniture back in place, he didn’t notice me slip off my clothes and pick up the velvet pink lingerie he gave me that was still laying on the floor, I slid into it whilst he was distracted and stood there, striking a pose as I coughed to get his attention.

“Hmm? Oh. Oh yes, god you look good in that.” he smirked.

“Come and get me.” I said, turning and sticking out my ass.

He dropped what he was doing and rushed over to me, grabbing my ass hard. This felt right, there wasn’t a shred of who I was left anymore and maybe that was a good thing. Brad was an asshole, maybe life will be better as Markie? Who knows?

One Week Later

I walked into the comic book store I used to work in, Steve was sitting there behind his desk.

“Hi there, is the cashier position available?” I asked.

“Yeah, our previous one went AWOL suddenly last week, can’t get hold of him anywhere, think he’s skipped town, are you a new applicant?” he queried.

“Yeah, I worked in a store like this before” I said, smiling.

“Well, we could always use people with expertise” Steve replied, enthusiastically.

I handed over the resume that Jason helped me write and Steve looked pretty impressed, my grades weren’t that impressive on their own but Jason took some… liberties with them.

“Markie is it? Well, you’re easily the most promising candidate so far… and the only one, haha, welcome aboard!” I smiled widely, was a bit surprised no one else applied and I didn’t expect to get hired on the spot either.

I said I could start tomorrow and shook Steve’s hand before turning around and walking out. After passing the threshold I couldn’t help it, I let out a little squeal of excitement, he didn’t recognise me at all! My whole life I’ve been keeping up this front, but I can be myself now, Markie. I got into Jason’s car, climbing into the passenger and turned to him, I nodded and he returned my nod with a big smile and gave me a hug. Things would be okay.

As we drove off into the distance, a familiar black figure edged slowly into an alleyway. It’s hood covering the entire face from view, and in a cold shallow breath it said:

“You can never go back…”

THE END