It had been a scant few hours since this particular dorm room had been occupied. When it had been unlocked by those two who would live here for the following year, it had been in pristine condition. No sign of the previous year’s occupants. No mysterious stains that may or may not be food. Everything was in its proper place and waiting to be used.
Not so much now. The room had long since crossed the inexplicable boundary between “tidy” and “mess” with nary a square inch of the floor left uncovered. Be it scattered clothing, quilts and sheets tossed from the bed to the floor or the four content, sweaty naked girls lying within them.
For reasons both perverse and otherwise, our attention should linger somewhat upon these four. In the middle of the spread was a rather giddy Alicia Spina. Her arms had flopped carelessly to the side, and each deep breath she took made her rather greatly enhanced breasts jiggle atop her chest. The girl had never felt so... content. To think that she had been afraid of this supposed curse! Why, now she saw that it for what it really was. A blessing. A wonderful blessing that gave her three wonderful, sexy girls that she loved and loved her in return! At that moment her breasts began to return to their previous size. Except that she wasn’t really attracted to girls, now that she started to think about it. Sure, the sex had been amazing, but... But they had all been forced into it by the spell! It overrode their minds and made them -
And all that stress flooded right back in. Whatever would they think of her now?!
To her left side was a martial artist called Francis Hawes, a strong headed girl that had never opened herself up like this before. Sure, the changes to her body were a bit weird and sure, she’d have to relearn her own body’s balance. But it was worth it. To be with “Alec”, “John” and “Jamie”. To think that they were all girls pretending to be boys! She really did love all three of them, and that was something she’d never thought she’d be capable of feeling. Except, it was a little weird that all four of them would suddenly transform like that now she was thinking about it. Almost as though an external influence was toying with them...
To Alicia’s right side was Joan Corne, and her mind was racing. Something had influenced her into mind blowing sex with three girls. She knew that much. A Corne knew their own mind, because if you don’t know your own mind then how can you know anyone else’s? Oh yes, something found a way to influence her into this and also fixed things so that she didn’t give a damn. The real question was how she could breast take advantage of thigh. She blinked and tried the thought again. How best could she lick that pussy and make Alec - No, Alicia - scream her name? No, no, still not right. Concentrate, Joan! Focus! ... No, not on Alicia’s nipple. Or Jamie’s. Or - Look, nipples are off the table. So are toned stomachs, luscious lips, and - and were those breasts deflating? Come to think, so were hers and it was becoming much easier to actually think again. Alright! Now she was back in business! How best to salvage this situation?
Resting by Alicia’s feet was Jamie Moschella, and the only thought going through her mind was: They got me. Whatever aliens these may be, they got her. She’d help conquer the world if they promised a night full of... that. Just one night. That was all she’d ever ask for in return. Promise her a whole night sealed in a room with these three, and Jamie really would have done anything asked of her in return. Except, for some reason these feelings were diminishing at a rapid rate. There was no resentment or fear, but the desire to serve was vanishing. What was more she could feel her body changing somehow. Changing back to what it had been earlier...
All four girls sat up and looked at each other with a little confusion in their eyes. “Um... I think I should probably explain a few things,” Alicia said. All four of them blushed and pulled their own corner of a quilt over their bodies to cover up. None of them particularly minded the other seeing their naked form anymore, but somehow it seemed like the right thing to do.
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“Put me down this instant!” the intrepid reporter demanded of the inanimate object. Honestly, he was feeling rather a bit silly at the moment. Scared out of his wits, but still rather silly about it.
“You haven’t heard the entirety of my offer!” the mystery voice said. “It is a rather interesting set of abilities I offer you! You may choose Dream, Fortune or Hearth: Enter into the dreams of others and, in time, control them. Manipulate the luck of yourself and others. Supernaturally repair that which was once broken... for a small, modest fee. Those are the three gifts I offer you, Miss Kelly! Choose one and choose well, or choose none and die!”
Alright. “Kevin” was a rational enough mind to think this through logically. If it was a practical joke, then whoever was responsible would simply leave her up here as long as they wanted. What was more, they knew she was a girl, which meant they had her over a barrel either way. On the other (less likely) hand, she was being offered supernatural powers for very little cost. Powers which, if true -
“And don’t go thinking you can reveal your gift to the world,” the voice laughed. “Lest it turn against you in a most terrible fashion! Remember, part of this pledge is to keep the other’s secret! Break that oath, and nobody would ever have any doubt that you were a woman. Ever again.”
It was the way the voice said that which made it threatening. Because otherwise, it really didn’t seem that way. Well, when there is no other option available, do the only thing you can...
“Alright, I’ll agree! I’ll agree!” Kevin declared. The statue began to lower the journalist in training to the ground. “I’ll keep your secret if you keep mine. And I’ll visit you every day in exchange for a boon.”
“Which boon doth thou covet?” the voice asked, suddenly sounding much more dignified and much less threatening. “Dream, Fortune or Hearth? These are your options, young... man. Choose one, and choose well!”
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“And that’s why I’m pretending to be a boy,” Joan concluded, and waited for the response. It was not a long wait. Alicia reacted first, hiccuping slightly with tears in her eyes. Then she turned and hugged Francis, bawling into her shoulder.
“You poor... poor soul!” Jamie whispered. “I never knew... You should have told me! Your parents are monsters worse than any B-movie villain!”
“D-don’t be like that,” Francis said, sniffing slightly. “It wasn’t that... it wasn’t that sad.”
Yep. She still got it. “Never mind that for now. It doesn’t matter.” Alicia cried harder at hearing that, and hugged Francis a little bit tighter. Joan twitched a little, as lingering feelings from their orgy made her feel a little bit jealous at the sight of Alicia embracing another woman, and Francis was obviously trying not to enjoy herself too much as well. “What does matter is that it’s a bit odd that four girls pretending to be boys just happen to find each other in a school that is supposed to be entirely full of students of the male persuasion.”
“I get what you’re saying!” Jamie said, leaping to her feet. “It’s an alien plot to turn us all into lesbian slaves, beholden to their every perverted whim!”
“That hardly seems likely,” Francis observed. “They could not possibly hope to guarantee that we would pair off as we have done and only talk with one another! What’s more, they couldn’t possibly predict that we would have all said the ‘h-word that is a synonym for assist’ near Alicia at the same time!”
“They wouldn’t need to,” Jamie replied. “We would’ve said the word at some point or other eventually. It is a pretty common word.”
“Furthermore!” Joan interrupted. “Are we perfectly certain that we want to discuss the possibility of being turned into a lesbian harem while none of us has a stitch of clothing on?”
Francis frowned. “... Just don’t feel like putting anything on, is all.”
“Sure you don’t,” burn that jealousy, burn it to the ground. It wasn’t real, but what was real... “But I think Jamie has a point either way. This smacks of being set up. The odds of all four of us meeting up like this? Being next door neighbours and roomies? Too great for me to consider anything but intentionally set up. While I may not think that aliens are necessarily involved, there is a very strong possibility that someone <i>has</i> arranged for us to meet up. Therefore! As vice president of the Enigma club, I would like to invite you both to join us and hel- assist us in our investigation!”
- Francis and Alicia (Frank and Alec) say no.
- They say yes!
- They say yes, and someone accidentally says the word help. They can’t help themselves...
- Meanwhile, Patrick picks a boon.
- Something else
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