Forget

 

Ed had been in an almost constant good mood. No matter how hard his university course got, or how late he stayed out partying, he’d always seem to wake up refreshed and re-energised.

His roommate Sam had clearly noticed too. Heading to the gym one morning, he’d turned to Ed grinning.

“Dude, come on. You must be getting laid or something. I’ve not seen you this happy since last year’s Halloween party. Didn’t you hook up with like, five girls that night? Come on… who’s the girl putting this smile on your face?”

Ed just laughed and shrugged. 

“Honestly, there’s no girl! I have no idea what’s causing it. Whatever it is though, it better not end. I’m acing all my classes, killing it at the gym and I even had Katie from my class text me, asking me what she should wear tonight. I don’t even know how she got my number!”

Sam congratulated his friend, patting him on the back as they reached the gyms. As Ed walked up the stairs, he failed to notice the smug smirk on Sam’s face.

For weeks now, Sam had been doing the same thing. He’d been on an online forum complaining about his inability to pick up girls. Much to his frustration, his roommate seemed to have no such trouble; all too often Sam was turfed out of his own room while Ed had his fun. Amongst the sympathetic replies, one had stood out. Someone Sam had never seen before gave him very explicit instructions for a spell, promising it would solve all his problems. 

Sam was dubious but desperate. As Ed studied at his desk, Sam held a stolen lock of his roommates hair in his hand and recited the strange verse under his breath. For a moment nothing happened. And then it did.

Sam watched as his roommate’s ass swelled in his chair. As Ed typed away, acrylic nails grew out, clicking against the keys. That’s when Ed yelped. 

“What the fuck? Eh…what?! My body!”

He watched on in horror as his clothes shifted over his skin, tightening as his hips flared out. His T-shirt tightened, shrinking to become little more than a bra. His jeans fused at the crotch, reducing to a skirt. As he squirmed the fabric softened, changing from rough denim to smooth rubber. It seemed to slide over his skin as he squirmed, caressing his curves and hugging every contour of his body.

As Ed clasped his chest, the material tightened against his nipples, exciting them  in a way he’d never experienced before. The transformed top strained to contain the flesh that pushed against it, until it had the seemingly impossibly task of holding in two perfect fake boobs. 

“Fuck! They’re just as I imagined them! And those lips. I can’t believe this is working!”

Sam looked on, feeling himself getting harder and harder as his roommate was reborn into the object of his wet dreams.

“Wh…what? You’re doing this to me?! Sam! Make it stop. It’s not funny! Shit. My hair! How’s it growing like this? And my… no Sam please! My dick. I can feel it!”

“What? Can you feel it slipping away? Getting smaller and smaller? Do you know what it’s like for me Ed? Having to sit outside OUR room at 4am while you fuck some girl? You call yourself a wingman but you’ve got me laid exactly zero times. So now… well let’s just say you’re going to put that right.”

“Please Sam! You like… can’t do this to me. I can’t be a… girl… not a single one anyway hehe. Wait. My head. No! Why does my head feel so weird… Do my lashes look weird? Baby why don’t we just not go out and fuck here? I’m wearing that outfit you like.”

Sam looked at the now confused looking bimbo sat in his room and grinned. That night he’d finally broken his dry spell. He’d taken Ed there and then. With new confidence he’d picked the girl up and listened as she begged him to pin her to the bed and show her what he could do. Of course he obliged.

Sam had fallen asleep that night next to his new prize, but to his horror awoke next to Ed in his normal body. Creeping over to his laptop, he questioned his mysterious helper. They replied almost instantly, explaining that the spell was only temporary, however if it had worked, the victim would remember nothing.

Lo and behold, when Ed woke up, he simply exclaimed how good he felt. Sam breathed a sigh of relief. 

Most nights, Sam would repeat the routine. Transforming Ed at will; Sam would imagine Ed in all manner of bodies and outfits and see it come to life. He’d relish in Ed’s pleas for help, enjoying the sense of power. He’d release Abi (as he’d named Ed) into parties and watched her dance and flirt.  She’d become BFFs with all the girls, and arranged dates all whilst Sam watched on knowing his roommate would remember nothing after a night’s sleep. After each session spent as Abi, Ed would go to sleep and awake feeling refreshed and invigorated.

Sam grew in confidence. He’d taken to documenting Ed’s changes through photos and videos. He’d post them on the forum for his mysterious helper to admire. He’d beg them for a way to make Abi permanent. They’d always demand more pictures. Sam often wondered what they were getting out of it, but didn’t dwell on it long - who would when there’s a smoking hot girl just waiting for them?

He’d had his fun one night and left the forum up on his laptop. Unfortunately for him, this time Ed woke up first. Curiosity got the better of him. As he scrolled through the hundred of posts, his entire second life was unveiled to him. Horror, embarrassment and shock all coursed through him. As he reached the top, he saw the cause of it all: the spell.

Perhaps it was time for Sam to get a good rest, just like Ed had.