[Morpheus]

The Girl of his Dreams
part 1 of 2
By Morpheus

I let out a loud groan as I leaned back in my chair and stared at my French textbook in disgust. "This really blows." I grumbled, my mind nearly burnt out from all the studying I'd been doing for my French exam. "I wish I'd never heard of foreign languages."  Taking French, I decided, was not one of my better choices since going to college.

Then, just as if to make my mood even worse, my dorm room opened up and in stepped my roommate Rich Evans.  Rich was one of the star players on the school football team, and one of the more popular guys on campus. Just the kind of guy that you really didn't want as a room mate. 

Rich grinned at me, then cheerfully asked "Hey man, what's up?"

"Not much." I answered.  "Just studying."

Rich nodded, then went and sat down on his bed.  "Well, good luck.  Me, I've got a date for tonight."  He grinned broadly. "And she's pretty hot too."  I nodded, already picturing what she looked like. Probably blonde haired, big titted and low IQ.  Rich had a reputation as a ladies man around campus, usually going for the cheerleaders or sorority girls, though he never dated any of them for very long.

"Well," I told him, "good luck to you too."

"Thanks man."  Rich said, plopping down on his bed and stretching out.

I just looked at Rich and sighed, wishing I could get dates half as easily as he did.  But then again, not only was he a popular jock, but he was 6 foot 1, well muscled and with looks that had all the girls on campus talking, while I was 5 foot 11 with average looks. 

Turning back to my studying, I just grimaced, being reminded once more of why I hated being roommates with Rich.  Instead of being the typical dumb jock, Rich never had any trouble with his classes. In fact, he got better grades than I did and with a lot less effort.  And to make it even worse, he didn't even have the decency to be arrogant about it so that I could dislike him. Instead, he was always nice and friendly to me.  I couldn't help but liking the guy, though that made it even worse.

Finally I had enough of it and got up. I glanced over at Rich for a moment, noticing that he was looking at the picture on his nightstand again. Unlike most guys I knew who kept pictures of their girlfriends, Rich kept one of his mother who'd raised him alone. That always left me a little surprised though I sure as hell never said anything to Rich about it.  Then shaking my head slightly, I called out "See ya later." and left the room.

I wasn't really sure where I was going at first when I started off across campus, only that I needed some fresh air to clear my head.  Maybe then I could actually remember what I was trying to study.  It didn't take long before I'd left the campus entirely though I hadn't planned on it.  And since I was already off campus, I just continued to walk, deciding that maybe it wouldn't be a bad time to hit the mall. 

A short while later, I was strolling through the mall, keeping an eye out for the good looking girls, and for a place to pick up some more toothpaste. Of course the first was the one with priority.  As I was making my way down the hall, something seemed to make me turn and walk down one of the side corridors. I don't know why I did it, but for some reason I found myself walking in a dead end section I normally wouldn't bother with.

Then I saw it and stopped. There was a single store sitting nestled in the dead end, unnoticeable from the main hallway.  I stopped and stared at it for a moment, wondering what kind of store would be hidden down there. I sure as hell never knew about it being there and wouldn't have if I hadn't gone down there for some reason.  "Bad place to put a store." I mumbled to myself as I moved closer to it.  "How can they get any business down here?"

When I got closer I peaked in the display window, seeing several odd things right up front. There was a crystal ball, several statuettes, a stuffed owl and some books as well as other odds and ends.  Glancing up, I noticed the sign above the heavy wooden door which read Spells R Us.  "Wonder what they sell." I mused, not having a very good idea from just the stuff I'd seen in the window.  Then with a shrug, I opened the wooden door and went in.

Inside the store I glanced around, seeing an odd looking old man behind the checkout counter. Odd because the guy was wearing a bathrobe.  Or a wizards robe, I suddenly thought, then chuckled at my imagination. Turning my attention away from the old man for a moment, I saw that the rest of the store seemed just as jumbled as the display window, seeming to have just about everything imaginable scattered around. "Curiouser and curiouser." I mumbled.

"Hello Greg." the old man behind the counter said grumpily, "Let's get this over with. I have other business to take care of."

"What the…?" I exclaimed in surprise, "How did you know my name?"

The old man just glared at me, nearly making me step back. "Why do they always ask that?" He muttered aloud, then he answered "Because I'm a wizard, that's why."

"Um…yeah." I responded a little uncomfortably. Just what I needed, I thought to myself, some sort of crazy guy messing with me.

"Believe me or not," the old man snorted, "that doesn't change the truth.  Now let's get this taken care of so I can make my poker game on time."

I stared at him for a moment, not sure what to say.  Finally I answered "Poker…?"  Then correcting myself, I continued "What do you mean get this over with?"

The strange old man just snorted again, then answered "I have a poker game with some colleagues in a few minutes. You're lucky I had time to see you today."  Then giving me a look that seemed to go all the way through to my soul, the old man added "Now for our business.  I sell magical spells and items for every occasion, hence the name of my establishment.  You my dear boy have an opportunity to purchase one of these spells or items."

"Um….I'm sorry sir," I said uncomfortably, "but I don't believe in magic."

Snorting, the old man said "Few do nowadays.  It's just another indication of the declining education system."  Then mumbling to himself, he continued "Focusing on all that science mumbo jumbo."

Watching the eccentric old man for a moment, I decided that he didn't seem dangerous, but I wasn't about to hang around for much longer anyway. "Sorry, but I've really got to get going."  Then I turned and started towards the door, but it wasn't there.  Where the door had been just a moment before was only a brick wall. "How did….?"  I stopped and snapped back around to the old man, "What did you do…?"

"I told you," the old man snapped impatiently, "I'm a wizard.  Now let's get this over with.  I don't have time to dilly dally around or show you all of my stock."  He paused for a moment, looking at me in a way that made me very uncomfortable. "I think I have just the thing for you." Then the self proclaimed wizard started pulling bottles out from behind the counter and setting them on top.  "Essence of little girl." he mused, setting one bottle down, then as he added others "Bimbo juice, love potion, elixir of life."  Then finally the old man stopped.

One crystal bottle that said "drink me" on the side caught my attention, though the old man shoved it off to the side with the rest of the bottles.  Or at least all the bottles but one.  "What's that?" I asked, gesturing to the bottle in his hand.  He smiled faintly and held the bottle out for me to see.  It was a transparent crystal bottle, half filled with a clear looking liquid that looked almost like water though seemed more syrupy.

"Since I don't have time to give you more personal attention, this should suit your needs." the old man said as he carefully set it back down. "It is one of my more popular items.  An elixir that will transform the person who consumes it into the ideal lover of the first person they see afterwards."  The old man frowned again, which seemed to be almost constant so far, and continued "You can take it your self and become the ideal lover for any girl you desire.  You can also give it to any girl, or even any man for that matter, and as long as you are the first person that they see, they will become your ideal lover."

"Wow." I said, impressed in spite of myself.  I still didn't believe it, but with a quick glance back to the brick wall that replaced the door, I wondered if maybe it just might be true. 

Then the old man grimaced and held his hand out. "I usually don't do demonstrations, but I don't have time."  He glanced at an old fashioned watch which had somehow appeared in his other hand, then suddenly the hand he'd held out caught on fire. A ball of fire formed in the old man's hand then took on the shape of a tiny woman. I stared at it for a moment in stunned disbelief, then the man closed his hand and the fiery image vanished.  "That should do it.  That will be twenty dollars for the potion."

"Oh my God." I whispered though I wasn't religious, "This is unbelievable."  Then I quickly pulled out my wallet and started counting money.  "I only have seventeen." I told him with a bit of embarrassment.

"That will do." He grumbled as he accepted the money.  "Now get out of here so I can get to my game."  I picked up the bottle and the old man practically pushed me out the door, which had somehow returned while I wasn't looking.

As soon as I was outside the store, I turned around and was shocked to see that the door I'd just gone through was no longer there.  In fact, all that was there was a blank brick wall, indistinguishable from the rest of the dead end corridor.  "Wow." I muttered to myself as I grabbed the bottle tight, "I wonder if it will really work."

Once I'd found myself a bench to sit on, I pulled out the bottle and looked at it again. It didn't really look like very much and I couldn't help but wondering if I'd been made a fool of.  Maybe just given some sugar water or something.  It was definitely a possibility, though remembering the things strange things inside the shop, I kind of doubted it.  For the moment at least I was going to go by the assumption that it was very much real.

But that brought up another question. What was I going to do with it now that I had it?  I stared intently at the liquid in the bottle, wondering if I should take it myself, but then discounted it.  Why should I change to make some girl happy?  Wouldn't it be easier to change some girl to into MY dream girl?  Or even some guy, like the wizard had said?  Then it dawned on me.  Why not use it on Rich? I could turn my room mate into my perfect dream girl, which would solve two problems at once.  It was with that plan in mind that I finally got up and cheerfully started back towards the campus.

——————–

It had been two days since I'd bought the strange potion, and I sat in my dorm room staring at the still unused bottle.  Though I'd had plenty of opportunities to dose Rich's beer with the potion, I just hadn't been able to bring myself to do it. Every time I came close, I'd suddenly get hit with an attack of conscience. After all, what right did I have to do that to someone else?  With a sigh, I set the bottle down on my nightstand as I stood up and stretched. 

"Hey Greg, what's up?" Rich asked as he stepped into the room. "You look kinda bummed."

"Not much." I said back, "Just thinking."

"Well don't do too much of it or your brain will fry."  Rich joked, taking a swig of his beer.

"I won't." I promised, grinning back.  "So what are you up to tonight.  Got another hot date?"

"Or course."  Rich grinned, though for some reason I thought his smile seemed kind of forced.  Then, holding out a six pack, he asked "Want a beer?" 

With a shrug I accepted one.  It didn't take long to go through the first beer, or even the second while I talked with Rich.  And since I usually didn't drink much, I began to get light headed after only starting on my third.

Suddenly stopping in the middle of the joke he was telling me, Rich frowned and pointed at my nightstand. "What's that?  Some new cologne?"

"Naw." I told him conspiratorially, "It's a magic potion."  Rich and I both laughed at that though I wasn't even sure why I'd said it.  It had sort of just slipped out.

"What, a love potion?" Rich asked, still chuckling.

I shook  my head, grinning stupidly. "Nope.  Well…sort of."  For a moment I thought better of telling him more, but soon my ego overtook my good sense. "It's supposed to change anyone who drinks the stuff." I shrugged at that, not bothering to say more. 

Rich shrugged as well, then stood back up. "Well man, I've gotta get going if I don't wanna hear my date bitching."  He let out a sigh as if he was about to undergo a great torture, then picked up his jacket and left the room, once again leaving me to myself.

"Lucky bastard." I mumbled to myself once he was gone.  "If I only had half his luck with women."  Then I shook my head and sighed, knowing that it was useless to feel jealous.  After all, I already had a solution to the problem, if I could get up the nerve to use it that was.  Deciding to worry about that later, I grabbed my own jacket and left the room, thinking that I could use some fresh air to sober up and clear my head.

[Morpheus]

The Girl of his Dreams
part 2 of 2
By Morpheus

When I returned to my room about an hour later, I was no longer feeling the effects of the beer.  My little walk around campus had done the job and I was perfectly clear headed again. Or at least enough so that I didn't notice any different.

Going back into my room, I was somewhat startled to see that Rich was back already.  He raised a beer in a toast, saying "Here's to women.  Just couple minutes late and they go ballistic." He snorted, "The dumb bitch wasn't worth the effort." 

"Sorry to hear it man." I told Rich without much sympathy.  With as little respect as he had for women, I didn't have the least pity for the guy. He obviously asked for it, though I couldn't help but wondering yet again how he managed to consistently get so many dates.  Not with the way he only thought women were for sex.  As I looked at Rich, the thought of using that potion on him returned. Maybe I wouldn't be doing such a bad thing after all.  And it would teach him a lesson.

Rich shrugged. "No big deal." Then he asked "Want another beer?"

"No thanks, I've had enough for tonight."  I shrugged, "Though I wouldn't mind a cup of coffee.  But first I've got to take a major leak."

Chuckling slightly, Rich said "You go ahead and take care of your business and I'll pour you a cup." 

I thanked Rich and quickly headed out the door to the shared bathroom down the hall.  And when I got back several minutes later he offered me a cup of coffee which I silently accepted.  Taking a sip of it, I couldn't help but noticing that it tasted a little sweet.  Rich must have put some sugar in it since that was the way I like my coffee, though I wished he hadn't put in quite so much.

Sitting down on the edge of my bed, I went back to talking with Rich, sipping at my coffee.  After a couple minutes though, something caught my attention. I glanced at my nightstand, seeing that it was completely empty except for my alarm clock.  "Where's the bottle?" I demanded.

Suddenly Rich started laughing. "The bottle's over there," he gestured to the coffee pot, "but you just drank the stuff inside."

"WHAT?" I exclaimed, jumping to my feet in horror. "You didn't.. ?"

"Yup" Rich chuckled. "I couldn't help myself. I mean after you said it was a magic potion and all, I just had to see it work."  Then he walked over and slapped me on the back while I was standing there in shock, "But since there's no such thing as magic, there's nothing to worry about. Unless of course that really was your cologne."  Then he and sat back down on his own bed, adding "It just smelled like sugar water so if you bought that from someone, you were royally ripped off."

"Oh my God." I whispered as I felt a slight tingle run through my body.  "This can't be happening."  I gulped, remembering all too clear that the wizard said the person who drank it would turn into the ideal lover of the first person they saw afterward.  And with a horrible sinking feeling, I knew that after seeing Rich, things were not going to be very good for me.

Finally Rich seemed to notice the look on my face and he stopped laughing.  "That wasn't some kind of poison, was it?" He asked fearfully.

I just repeated "Oh my God."  I gulped, very aware of the strange tingling. "You don't understand." I told him quietly, "Not at all."  Then I winced as a wave of warmth spread through me.  "It's too late." I whispered, "It's started." 

"What's started?" Rich demanded, though I didn't pay him any attention. My mind was too filled with what was happening to me, or at least what I knew was going to happen very soon. I could already feel myself beginning to change, though so far it seemed to be very minor.  However, I knew that it wouldn't remain that way for long. Not if this stuff really worked, and I no longer had any doubts that it did.

At the moment, I could already feel myself changing.  My crotch felt warm and tingly, as did my chest.  I quickly reached down the front of my pants, finding that my penis was definitely smaller.  In fact, I could feel it and my testicles shrinking in my hand, pulling more and more into my body.  Then not wanting to feel the rest, I pulled my hand back out and touched my chest, which had begun pushing out, getting soft and spongy under my fingers. 

"This can't be happening." I squeaked out, barely noticing that my voice seemed just a little bit wrong.  I shuddered in dread at my fate, knowing that in just a few minutes I'd be turned into Rich's sex slave. That I'd be turned into some blonde haired, big titted bimbo with the IQ of a raisin.  "Oh God." I groaned, "Why me?"

"Greg!" Rich asked nervously, "What's going on?  What the fuck's happening to you?"

I glared at Rich, then spat out "I'm being turned into your dream girl."  The look of complete shock and disbelief on Rich's face might have made me smile at some other time, but not now.

Then suddenly, as strong as the warm tingling had been before, it grew much more powerful. I could feel it rushing through my entire body, filling me with an indescribable energy.  I gasped aloud as the changes hit me.  Every muscle, every bone, all shifted and twisted inside of me.  My clothes suddenly felt very tight on me in places though I didn't pay much attention to it.  Instead I focused on unbelievable things I was feeling. 

I winced in expectation, knowing that at any moment now I'd probably start shrinking, when much to my surprise I realized that I seemed to be growing instead.  With a tearing sound, my clothes ripped apart to give room for my expanding body.  I was stunned and confused by this, staring down at myself, and the growing breasts that were forming on my chest.  I felt so strange.

"Fuck!" Rich said in awe, unable to take his eyes off of me. I didn't blame him, at least not for staring. I'd be staring at me too if I was able to. 

But the changes weren't over.  I continued to grow larger, as did my boobs. A tingling sensation on my shoulders told me that my hair was growing longer while at the same time I felt my whole face changing.  Then the changes slowed down, becoming less and less significant. The burning sensation that had accompanied my transformation also seemed to be fading, though a slight tingling seemed to remain in my mind.

Rich came up to me, his mouth dropped open in awe. I stared back, startled to realize that I had to look down slightly to meet his eyes. "Unbelievable." I muttered, guessing that I had to be about 6 foot 5 now.  "This is unbelievable."  I gulped, also surprised to realize that I didn't seem to have turned stupid like I would have expected. Instead, my thoughts seemed to be even clearer somehow.

Then once again I felt the tingling, but instead of being inside of me, it was just against my skin. And much to my surprise, I saw that I had to look down even further to meet Rich's eyes.  He seemed so short to me all of a sudden.  With a strange feeling, I looked down to see that I was once again dressed, though not wearing clothes anything like what I'd been wearing minutes before.  My new, even more increased height was obviously the result of the boots I was wearing. They were shiny and black, going up to my thighs and had stiletto heels that had to be 5 inches long.  And even more surprising was the fact that I felt perfectly balanced in them. That I felt perfectly comfortable wearing them. 

Once I was done staring at my boots, I noticed the rest of my costume.  I was wearing a short black leather skirt and a black shirt that barely hid anything.  In fact, my new immense seeming breasts were threatening to explode right out of it.  I had to be at least a DDD, and probably a bit larger.  Then I noticed my arms. My muscles were noticeable, much more so than I'd had before. I cautiously flexed, surprising myself with just how much bicep I now had.  And when I relaxed, the muscle was absorbed back into my skin, still looking very strong, but somehow looking quite feminine as well. 

When I finally tore my eyes away from my transformed body, I looked at Rich and found myself awash in a confusing mass of strange new emotions.  God, I felt horny. I felt…attracted to him. I wanted him. But at the same time, I felt confident. Extremely confident, and very protective of Rich. I wasn't sure what all I was feeling, though I suddenly knew without a doubt that I was the one in control.

Rich just stared at me with a look of complete awe on his face.  "I can't believe it." He whispered.

I just nodded, wondering for a moment why I wasn't panicking then deciding that it had to be part of the magic.  Instead, I felt strangely calm, though very curious as well.  "Do you have a mirror?" I asked Rich, eager to see what I now looked like.  He silently shook his head, still looking just as stunned as before.  Sighing, I said "I guess that I'll have to go to the bathroom."  And with that, I left Rich in our room while I went to the community bathroom at the end of the hall.

I didn't even hesitate to go into the bathroom, regardless of the fact that it was a boy's dorm and was likely to have guys in it.  In fact, when the thought occurred to me, I smiled in faint amusement.  However when I went inside, there was no one else there at the moment, which almost disappointed me. I'd halfway been looking forward to seeing some guys reaction to having me walk in. 

When I looked in the mirror, I was oddly enough, not stunned by what I saw.  I was definitely a tall woman, which I knew very well from my height comparison to Rich.  I was also a very athletic looking one, which I'd also noticed from my self inspection.  But instead of being overly bulky from my muscles, I still looked very feminine.  In fact, the best comparison that I could make was with that comic book character the She Hulk.  All in all, I had marvelously long legs, and a very statuesque build. 

My breasts were magnificently huge and bound to draw attention, although with the rest of my bodys size, they managed to keep from looking too big, seeming to be just about the right size.  And being as firm as they were, they were definitely something spectacular. 

When I looked down at my hands, I saw that my fingernails were long, perfectly manicured and painted a dark red. The same color as the lipstick I was now wearing.  I smiled as I wiggled my fingers, oddly pleased by the way the nails almost came to points. 

Then focusing my attention the rest of the way on my face, I saw that I had on a pair of golden loop ear rings that I hadn't even noticed until then.  I also had a long mane of lustrous black hair that went down all the way past my shoulder blades, feeling very soft between my fingers.  My eyes, previously a nondescript brown, were now a brilliant green.  And my face…  I was beautiful.  However, I noticed that I did look a little older, although I couldn't accurately guess my new age.  I had one of those ageless faces that could have easily been anywhere between 25 and 35, but showed not the slightest sign of age and somehow managed to look very mature at the same time.

As I stared at my reflection for a moment, I noticed something else. There was a slight resemblance between my reflection, and the picture on Rich's nightstand.  It wasn't very extreme, but I couldn't help but noticing it.

"Strange." I mused aloud, frowning as I thought about it.  My whole transformation seemed rather strange to me, especially considering the type of girls that Rich always dated.  "It's like he has some sort of Oedipus Complex or something."  Then I froze, realizing that maybe he did.  Or maybe what he really wanted in a lover was a mother figure.  Someone, I realized, who was bigger than he was, and from the extremely clear way I was thinking, someone smarter than him as well.  Someone who would protect and comfort him. 

"Wow." I whispered to myself.  Rich had obviously been in denial about what he really desired, unable to admit it even to himself.  Of course it would be embarrassing for a big macho guy like him to want a girl to protect and comfort him, so instead he went for the other girls. The ones that he could feel superior to and just use as sex objects.  "Poor guy." I muttered, actually feeling kind of sorry for him.

After I had finished examining myself in the mirror, I looked down, tempted to take off my clothes and get a much closer look at my new body. Then remembering exactly where I was, I thought better of it and returned to my room. After all, I knew that there would be time for that later.  And strangely enough, the prospect didn't really bother me very much.

Back in the room, Rich was sitting on the edge of his bed, holding the empty crystal bottle that the potion had come in. He was staring at it with the same look of awe that had stared at me with, and did again upon seeing I'd returned. 

"Ggggreg…?" Rich stammered, standing up again.  "Wwhat…?  How…?"

I gently took the empty bottle from Rich's hand and stared at it myself. Not a drop of the liquid remained inside.  Sighing, I told Rich "I really hadn't expected to have the potion used on myself.  But it's too late to do anything about it now."  Then I paused for a moment, "Unless of course the wizard I bought it from has an antidote, but for some reason I rather doubt that I'll find him."  I frowned thoughtfully, clearly remembering the way the store had disappeared as soon as I'd stepped out of it.  No, I doubted very much that I'd find it again.

"Then what are you going to do?" Rich asked nervously, not taking his eyes off of me for a second.

Gently smiling at Rich, I answered "I'm not really certain of that yet.  This is still far too new to me.  I don't even know everything that the potion has done to me."

"I'm so sorry." Rich said, sounding apologetic, though the look on his face seemed to suggest otherwise.  "I didn't think anything would happen…"

At the reminder that he was the one responsible for my transformation, a part of me started to get angry.  To demand that I…punish him?  But something in the tone of Rich's voice seemed to grab at my heart.  The protective feeling increased, overwhelming my anger.  As I stared intently at Rich, I couldn't help but forgiving him. I couldn't really be angry anymore, not with the way I suddenly wanted to console him.  Without thinking about it, I surprised both Rich and myself by putting my arms around him and hugging him.

"That's all right." I said gently.  "I don't blame you.  How could you know that the magic was real?"  Then I pulled away and in a very stern voice, commanded "But NEVER do anything like that again." The serious look I gave Rich seemed to have it's effect since he paled slightly and quickly promised that he wouldn't.

Satisfied that my point had been made, I set the bottle I'd still been holding onto my bed, deciding for the moment at least to keep hold of it. There was no telling if someday I might need it.  Maybe even to turn back to normal, though that didn't really seem very urgent.

"Um…" Rich hesitantly interrupted my thoughts, "What are you going to do?"

"At the moment," I answered thoughtfully, "I plan to get a better look at myself." And then with that, I started taking off my shirt, smiling faintly in amusement at Rich's wide eyed stare.  Without feeling the least embarrassed, I quickly took off my shirt and dropped it to the floor, carefully examining my new breasts, and my much larger nipples. 

"Oh shit." Rich whispered to himself, the lust clearly visible on his face.

I smiled at Rich, slightly startled at how comfortable I felt undressing in front of him. I wasn't embarrassed in the least, and in fact felt quite willing to do so, as long as it was under my terms.  For some reason, that seemed to be very important to me now.

"You like what you see?" I asked when I'd dropped my skirt, standing there in only my skimpy black panties and stiletto boots.  Rich just nodded numbly.  I smiled, beginning to get excited and turned on myself, especially when I looked at Rich. And oddly enough, I wasn't at all bothered by that.  Instead, I just grew more excited as I slowly unzipped my boots and pulled them off.  As soon as they were off, my panties followed and I proudly stood up, completely naked.

Then, much to Rich's obvious delight, I proceeded to examine my new body in front of him, slowly running my hands up my legs and thighs, even touching my new vagina.  It felt both alien and familiar at the same time, serving to excite me even more.  I pulled my fingers away from my already wet crotch and ran them over the rest of my body, feeling how firm and smooth I was.  Rich just stared silently the whole time.

Finally I looked back up, smiling as I saw the look on Rich's face and the bulge in his pants.  Perfect, I thought to myself.  Then moving closer to Rich, I reached down and picked up his hand, setting it onto my boob. 

"Go ahead." I whispered to Rich seductively, "Squeeze them." Rich needed no more prompting than that.  His other hand immediately came up and settled on my other breast and he started to gently play with them both.

"But this isn't right Greg." Rich said after a minute, still playing with my breasts. "I mean, you're a guy…."

"Do I look like a guy?" I gently asked, reaching town and grabbing the prominent bulge in his pants.

Rich quickly shook his head, answering "Nnnno."

"Then forget it." I told him firmly, undoing his belt buckle at the same time.  "Just relax and do as I say."

It was just a minute later that I had Rich laying back on his bed with his pants pulled down to his ankles.  I climbed on top of Rich and straddled his waist for a moment, hesitating for only a second to wonder what it was going to feel like before I dropped down and engulfed Rich's hard cock.  As soon as it was inside me, I moaned slightly at the totally alien sensation, but enjoyed it very much indeed.  After staying motionless for several seconds to just savor the new experience, I started moving myself up and down, which felt even better.

"Just keep playing with my tits." I told Rich between moans, "And don't you dare go limp on me."

Rich didn't bother to answer me, but he remained hard which was what I really wanted for the moment.  Maybe later we could go at this again a little more slowly, but at the moment I just wanted one thing, and I was going to get it.  As I rode Rich, I moaned "Oh yes.  Oh yeah."  I squirmed in pleasure.  "God this feels good."  Then finally I came, exploding in an orgasm that washed all the way through me, making what I'd felt moments before feel tame in comparison. 

For several seconds I stopped and gasped for breath, savoring the awesome new sensations that were coursing through my body, then taking advantage of Rich's still firm cock, I went back work.  It didn't take me long to have a second orgasm, though Rich also went that time as well. 

Feeling a little disappointed, though mostly satisfied, I pulled myself off of Rich and away from his limp cock. His cum and my juices were all over my crotch and thighs, though that didn't really bother me. Nor did the fact that I'd just screwed my roommate.  I didn't feel at all guilty about my actions, and in fact was already planning on doing it again. 

Rich stayed right were he was, gasping for breath. I smiled pleasantly down at him, then ran my hand over his cheek, whispering "That's all right my baby. Go ahead and get your rest.  You'll be needing your energy again later." 

Then moving away from my lover, I grabbed the shirt that I'd stripped from him in a hurry and used that to wipe away the juices that were covering my thighs.  Satisfied that I was clean enough for the moment, I smiled at the pleasant afterglow that still filled my body.  Nice. Very nice.  "I could definitely get used to this." I mused aloud.

Still feeling rather nice, I  looked over and noticed that there was a black purse sitting at the foot of my own bed, probably having appeared at the same time as my new clothes.  Following both my own curiosity and some inborn urge, I reached over and opened the purse, staring at the contents for only a moment. 

Without consciously deciding to, I reached in and pulled out a pack of cigarettes, quickly taking one out and putting it into my mouth. In spite of being a non smoker, I didn't hesitate to grab the lighter and light the cigarette.  Taking a deep drag, I blew the smoke back out, feeling very satisfied. 

I'd tried smoking once before when I was in high school, but all I did was cough and gag, hating the disgusting taste.  But now…now was completely different. It felt so natural and right, tasting rather pleasant at the same time.  In fact, I even 'knew' that I frequently liked a cigarette after having sex, while horny and while stressed or angry.  I also knew that I wasn't bothered by this latest change to my mind.  I'd already noticed sometime earlier that the magic that had transformed me had also made it extremely easy for me to accept the changes.

While I was smoking, I went through my new purse, examining all the items inside.  The hair brush, makeup, and most importantly, the wallet. I pulled that out and got a good look at my drivers license.  It said my name was now Olivia Owens instead of Greg Shepard, which I knew meant that I no longer had my old family.  And something inside of me seemed to say that I didn't have a new one.  I was alone in my new life, except for Rich.

The loss of my family bothered me more than anything else that had happened to me, but like with everything else, I couldn't find myself grieving too much for that loss. My former family now felt distant to me. The only one that I really needed was Rich. 

The home address on the license also caught my eye, especially since it wasn't the dorm room I now lived in or my old family home which had been on my old one. Instead, it was a short distance away from campus.  That made sense of course since I couldn't very well live in a boys dorm anymore, and the absence of my alarm clock and other personal items confirmed it.

After finishing my cigarette, I threw everything back into my purse and started getting dressed again.  Once my boots were back on, I stood up tall and smiled down at Rich again.  They felt so good against my legs, adding even more to my confidence.  "I love these boots." I muttered to myself as I bent over and gave the new sleeping Rich a kiss on the cheek. "I'll see you later." I whispered, not wanting to wake him. He looked so darling and cute the way he was sleeping.

Once I was sure that I had everything, I hurried out of Rich's dorm room and went to catch a taxi.  Within minutes I had been dropped off outside of an apartment building some distance off of campus.  I didn't need to look at the numbers on the doors as some instinct guided me straight to the apartment door that I 'knew' was mine.

Inside, I was very pleased at just how large my apartment was. With that and being decorated as nicely as it was, I had a feeling that I didn't have to worry too much about money.  But then again, that shouldn't have been at all surprising considering just how independent I felt.  Especially since Rich had wanted someone to be able to take care of him, and I couldn't very well do that if I had to work at McDonalds to pay the bills. 

After I'd gone through my apartment, examining everything in it and feeling a strange familiarity and comfort as I did  so, I ended up in my bedroom.  The bedroom alone was bigger than my old dorm room, which left me feeling even more pleased than before. Especially when I noticed the king sized bed and realized just how nice it would be for Rich and myself.  I quickly went through my closets and drawers, seeing that much of the clothing was similar to what I was currently wearing, though there were also quite a bit that was a little more conservative.

Pleased with myself, and the box of sex toys that I found, I finally settled down to sleep.

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The next day I woke up and glanced over at my new clock, suddenly 'knowing' that I had to get to work. But at the same time, I also knew that if I felt like coming in late or not even bothering, then no one would say a thing. I smiled at that realization, but hurried as I showered and dressed anyways. I couldn't wait to see what I did since I obviously wasn't a student anymore.

Dressed more conservatively than the night before, I followed my instincts and went back to the campus.  It didn't take me long to reach where I worked, and even less time to find out what I did.  Knowledge of that seemed to just appear to me as I got closer to my office.  Instead of being a student, I was now faculty, and part of the athletics department.  Hell, it seemed that I practically RAN the school athletics department.

Even though it was really my first day at my new job, I had absolutely no problems. Anything I needed to know in order to do it, I knew. I even knew the names of everyone there, as well as all of the students and athletes that I ran into.  Of course it was also interesting for me to notice that most of my new colleagues and students all seemed intimidated by my size. And though I did absolutely nothing to encourage it, I couldn't help but sort of enjoying it as well. 

Around lunch time, I was walking through the building to get a better feel for things since I'd never really been there before that day, when I saw the weight room. It was huge, and filled with both men and women, though mostly men, all working out. I watched them for several minutes before I started to wonder just how much I could lift now. My eyes went to my arms and I flexed, seeing the bulge of my muscle quite clearly before relaxing it.

Then, following another impulse, I went into the women's locker room and opened a locker, pulling out what was obviously my own workout clothes. As soon as I was changed, I hurried back into the weight room, pleased when I entered and everything went quiet. I could feel the eyes of everyone on me, and I liked it.  The attention remained on me as I went and started my workout, automatically putting huge amounts of weight onto the bar and knowing that this was how much I could lift comfortably. 

My workout was quite an experience, especially the way everyone watched me but tried to pretend that they weren't.  It was also obvious that I had definitely impressed more than a few people with the amount I could lift as well as my size.  When I had finished, I was soaked with sweat, but I felt fantastic. Every muscle felt even stronger and more alive, making me decide that I was definitely going to enjoy working out in the future.  However, I also decided that working out when no one else around might provide me with less distractions, no matter how much I enjoyed them.

Just as I was leaving the weight room, I nearly bumped into a group of football players that were coming in. Rich was one of them.  He stopped and stared at me with his mouth open, and I saw that the  others were watching me rather closely as well, though nowhere near as much as Rich.  I just smiled, patting Rich affectionately on the head and walked past without saying a word.

From behind me I heard one boy trying not to be heard "Did you see the size of her?  No woman should be that big."  I just smiled and kept walking.

The rest of the day went by quickly and soon I was off work and heading  home in a hurry, eager to see Rich and to get dressed in something a little more comfortable. My high heeled boots especially came to mind.  However, once I was home and dressed somewhat similarly to the night before, I thought about going to see Rich and immediately discounted that.  Why should I go to see him when I could make him come to me?  And with one phone call back to my old room, I soon had Rich hurrying on his way.

Over the next several days, I quickly fell into my  new life, feeling very comfortable and happy with it.  I had a nice job, which it turned out that I didn't really need. Not with the fact that I'd discovered I was also fairly wealthy, but it did give me something to do and kept me close to Rich since he was on the team.

When at school I wore something that would stay within the dress code, at least most of the time, but afterwards….  I had a nice body and had no compunctions about showing it off.  In fact, I didn't  think that I even had a sense of modesty anymore.  What use was there for one, especially with my body?

I discovered that I did still like to look at girls, though I now also found boys attractive.  However, none of them excited me quite as much as Rich, which was of course to be expected.  I also found out that I do have a very nasty temper when provoked.  A fact which I'd discovered after another boy had tried picking a fight with Rich.  I still didn't feel guilty about it when they had to take him to the doctor about his broken arm.

Rich quite frequently came over to  my apartment, both for sex and sometimes for my help with his assignments. I had learned very quickly that my intelligence did increased along with my body size, though I rarely thought much about it.  My memory was much better and things all seemed so much simpler to me.  Sometimes, do to that and my increased stature, I couldn't help but thinking that people around me were like children, and treated them accordingly.  That isn't always as appreciated by others as much as by Rich, but most people are too intimidated to say anything, and I don't care about the others.

After spending a lot of time with Rich, and making no secret about our relationship around campus, I had noticed that no one seemed to notice it, or care.  But whether that was due to my intimidating them or the magic that had caused this, I didn't know.  Nor did I particularly care.  What I did know was that I was very happy, and very satisfied with my new life.

THE END

[Matthew Lim]

Well done Morpheus!!!

With all its satisfied customers, I think that Spells R' Us should branch off into a franchise.  😀

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