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Mary opened the door and walked into her rented house. Flicking on the light switch by the door, she made her way to the left towards the kitchen. She was carrying two large plastic bags that she set on the island counter. She pulled her keys out of her jean pants pocket and dropped them on the counter as well. Not noticing the coin that fell to the counter with them. Turning around, she opened up the fridge looking for something to drink.

Three more girls came in from the outside, all carrying smaller plastic bags. They were all chatting with each other and didn't seem to notice Mary in the kitchen. They walked right past her and into the common room, which had a high ceiling open to the second floor walkway, in the center of the house. They all set their bags down on a coffee table that was in front of an old navy blue couch. Mary watched them with a scowl and was eyeing the size of the bags they had left on the table.

"Ok girls, it's almost 9pm now. Let's get into our costumes and meet back in here at, oh let's say 9:30 so we can get to the party before 10?" quipped Mary. The other girls only barely acknowledged she had spoken to them. In a huff, she grabbed her bags and walked through the girls to her bedroom door off to the right. Stopping at the door she turned around to glare at the other girls. They continued talking for a minute before she cleared her throat angrily at them. The group of girls all turned to look at Mary, who was now giving them a death stare. Casually, each one grabbed a bag off the coffee table and made their way up the stairs to their bedrooms. Mary waited until after the last door closed before turning to enter her own room.

Mary was a bit miffed as she was pretty sure the girls had all bought costumes she told them not to buy. They were going to a sorority Halloween party that was supposed to be girls only. And in line with that, the fliers specifically said "Costumes must consist of more than a "bikini bathing suit", or similar, to be allowed in." Granted it was in the fine print section at the bottom. However, the intent was clear to her. They were obviously supposed to wear something that was more than a bra and panties. But at the costume store they had just came from, the other 3 were all fawning over the "sexy" line of costumes. These costumes were basically just attachments to whatever bit of clothing you wanted to wear. Which in this case the photos suggested girls wearing little to no clothes at all.

Trying to put those thoughts out of her mind, Mary dumped the contents of her bags on her bed. There was a black pointed hat, an oversized black cape, a form fitting fake corset top with Witch designs on it, a black miniskirt, a pair of black Halloween lace leggings, a box with images of a plastic witches broom (some assembly required), and a witches makeup kit complete with a green fake rubber pointed nose and some fake warts. A grin appeared on her face as she looked at all the items.

"Well they always call me a witchy bitch. So I might as well give it to them." she said out loud to herself smiling. Picking up the makeup kit she began reading the instructions on the back of it. The green makeup was water based, but it suggested putting on the fake nose and warts before the makeup so she can use the makeup to blend it in as she was applying it elsewhere. She frowned looking at the fake nose and make up, realizing it may be a problem to get the form fitting top over her head with them on. Remembering how much trouble she had trying it on at the store less than an hour ago.

Picking up the witches corset, she looked over it again. Upon looking at it closer this time, she noticed a hidden zipper on the right side that would allow the whole thing to come apart. Unzipping it, she tried to put it on over her t-shirt. The baggy t-shirt she was wearing was too much fabric for the form fitting top to contain. After several attempts, she was getting frustrated at how much trouble she was having getting the zipper up over the t-shirt. In a huff she threw the top down on the floor.

Turning around she looked at herself in the full length mirror that was hanging on her bedroom door. A fuming mad red face stared back at her. A few deep breaths later and she had calmed herself down. Looking at the corset on the floor, and back at herself in the mirror, she felt a little stupid for thinking she could have put the top on over her t-shirt. With a sigh, she took off the t-shirt she was wearing and threw it in the corner.

The mirror now showed a shorter than average, but athletic, girl wearing a cream colored bra, and skin tight blue jeans. Her perky C cup breasts barely moved as she bobbed up and down on the heels of her feet looking herself over. She then turned to the side to see her profile and smiled at her small, but nicely rounded butt. Bending over, she picked up the corset. Standing back up, she was now able to put the corset on, and zip it up with ease. Looking back at the makeup kit on the bed, she realized she didn't want to accidentally get anything on the corset. So she took it back off and laid it out on the bed.

Ripping open the makeup kit, the first things she grabbed was the fake nose and bottle of spirit gum. Then she walked over to a small face mirror, sitting on her desk, and sat down in front of it. Holding the nose with one hand, she started making different faces with her eyes and mouth to see how she looked.

"Damn I look wicked with this thing on!" she grinned as she admired herself in the mirror. She then grabbed the bottle of spirit gum and began the process of attaching the nose to her face with it. After holding the nose on her face for longer than the directions said, she slowly removed her hand, unsure if the fake nose would fall off or not. Once she was confident it was stuck there, she took a few steps back and looked at her face in the mirror again, turning her head from side to side.

Satisfied with the way she looked, she turned back to the makeup kit on her bed looking for the fake warts. However, before she could start figuring out where she wanted to put them, she heard voices in the living room. Pausing for a moment to listen, she could hear all 3 of her roommates talking. They were talking softly, but they were all out there nonetheless. And in a really short time too. There was only one explanation in her mind for how they could all be done changing so quickly. Fuming, Mary stormed out of her room and into the common area to find all 3 girls showing off their costumes for each other.

The first person she looked at was Jackie. Easily the tallest of the group, Jackie was not hard to miss towering over the other two girls. It didn't help that she also had the biggest boobs of the group as well. But most people knew they were probably fake, as Jackie had very rich parents, and a spoiled brat attitude to match. Jackie was wearing a matching red lace bra and panties with red plastic horns on her head, and a red devils tail clipped to the backside of her panties. She was also wearing fur covered boots that seemed somewhat out of place to Mary

Next she noticed Jane. While Mary was short, Jane was a noticeable bit shorter than Mary. Jane did not like being called out on her height, but secretly she enjoyed being able to shop in the kids clothing section. Jane was a follower and would always do whatever Jordan did. Which made Mary snicker a little bit at Jane's costume choice. Jane was wearing a plain white bra and panties, a large white mouse ear headband, some sort of white nose piece with whiskers on her face, and a white tail hang off her backside. Jackie was just finishing up making two rows of black dots along Jane's stomach

Finally, there was Jordan. The most level headed, and often the voice of reason in the group. Jordan was a runner, and all around girl next door type. But that did not explain her outfit. Of the 3 girls, she at least had more "things" stuck to her, but for clothes, she was still only wearing a black lace bra and matching panties. On her head she had a hair band with bobble eyes attached to it, and black see through cloth covering her eyes. There was something else drawn on her face around her mouth that Mary couldn't make out. A pair of fairy wings were strapped to her back, along with a set of 3 extra insect like looking arms on each side of her body that were attached to her hands so they would move with them. She also had what looked like a puffed up pillow hanging off her backside like an insect abdomen. Last thing Mary noticed was what looked like chicken feet covers overtop Jordan's shoes.

Mary had been right in her thoughts about the others choice of costumes. And this only fueled the fiery rage building inside her. She knew this had to be all Jackie's idea. Possibly as a joke, but Mary did not find it funny. As it meant problems she was sure the others were not aware of.

"Oh em gee! Did you girls not read the party flyers?" Mary screamed to the other 3 girls as she stormed past them to the kitchen. Snatching a paper off the fridge, she then turned and stomped back to the group.

"Here! Read the bottom part!" snorted Mary as she shoved the paper in front of the others. Jane sheepishly took the paper and started mouthing words as she read to herself. The other two leaned in to look for themselves.

"I don't see what the problem is. We are not wearing bathing suits." Jackie said rather smugly. She then crossed her arms in front of her toned chest and huffed looking back at Mary for a response.

"Really? You don't see how wearing just your underwear is not remotely 'Similar' to your bikini bathing suit?" responded Mary.

"Nope, in fact you've even said so yourself. My bathing suit barely covers anything. And this clearly covers a lot more than that." quipped Jackie as she motioned to what she was wearing. She continued

"Besides you are wearing practically the same thing" Jackie then plucked at a bra strap on Mary's bra to emphasize her response. Mary's face was turning red, and her hands balled up into fists as she grunted in anger. She looked at the other two girls to see what they thought. Jordan stifled a laugh, while Jane's mouth was open and then she moved back an inch when Mary looked at her. Mary threw her hands up in the air in anger. Then snatched the flyer from Jane and turned around heading back into the kitchen. As she finished attaching the flyer to the fridge, Jackie made another comment.

"By the way, I love the nose. It really fits you well. You should wear it all the time."

Mary pounded her fist on the kitchen counter. Something other than her keys bounced when she did that, and she looked down to see what it was. It was the coin the guy at the costume shop had given her when she checked out. Mary picked it up and noticed the words "Make a wish" printed on it. Her hand closed around the coin into a fist as she turned back around to face the girls.

"I wish I was a real witch so I could curse the 3 of you to become your 'costumes'. And then maybe, just maybe, some of you might realize how ridiculous you look right now. And then you'll learn to listen to me once in a while when I try and help."

"I'm sorry, I... we will put on..." Jane started to say before she was cut off by Mary.

"NO!!" screamed Mary as loud as she could. She paused realizing how mad she had become before she continued in a softer, still angry, tone.

"No, you 3 go to the party as you are now. But I WILL NOT help you out at all when they won't let you in" Mary stomped back into her room and slammed the door shut.

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"Alright, so are we all ready to go?" Jackie said to the other two as if nothing had happened. Jordan looked back with a confused look, and Jane looked like she was about to cry.

"Mary does have a point Jackie. We should at least put on a little more clothing before we go." chimed in Jordan. Jackie frowned. Ever since they all moved in together, she had been butting heads with Mary for control of the group. Most of the time Jordan would side with her, and Jane often went along with whatever Jordan did. But when Jordan would agree with Mary, Jackie felt betrayed like it was the end of the world.

"FINE! Go do what the bitchy witch tells you. I'll be in my room whenever you decide you are ready to have fun." shouted Jackie as she marched upstairs with a heavy thump sound of her boats. Making her way to the open door of her room, and then slamming the door shut behind her. She was furious, not just at Jordan for agreeing with Mary, but because she knew that Mary was right. Not that she would ever admit it to anyone.

Jackie knew about the 'no bathing suits' part on the flier, but she had talked the other two into dressing like this as a joke. Though admittedly the other two did not know it was a joke as they never looked at the flier before. But still, Mary could have been nicer about it. She only reminded them several times at the costume store, how could Mary not have realized it was a joke?

Grumbling to herself, Jackie clomped over to her bed and flung herself onto it. Laying on her back, she stared up at the ceiling not really looking at anything, and mildly pissed off at everything. Her feet started to ache, so she kicked off the boots she was wearing. She smiled and then frowned as she thought about how clever her boots were.

"They were supposed to be cloven hooves!" she angrily said out loud to herself, as if she was talking to Mary. Jackie was upset that Mary did not even notice them. Huffing in anger she tore the horns off her head and rolled to her side to pull off the tail. However, when she yanked the tail, it didn't come off right away. It was attached to her panties via an alligator clip that held tight when she pulled. And then it snapped back with the hard metal bit smacking her tailbone painfully, causing her to let out a small yelp. She pulled it again, and it snapped back even harder. Tears starting to form in her eyes as she yanked on it as hard as she could. This time, there was a fabric ripping sound and she felt a hard tug on her panties, but the tail came free. Along with a large chunk of the back of her panties.

She tossed the tail out of her sight, and then rolled off the bed to see how much fabric had ripped off her underwear. As she stood up, what was left of her undergarment fell down between her legs. Exposing her heart shaped shaved pubic hair, and small bit of her labia lips dangling down. Tears rolled down her face as she was both mad and upset at the same time.

"Fuck! What else is going to go wrong now?"

As if on cue, her feet and legs started aching more. She sat back on her bed and lifted her left foot into her lap to massage it. Both of her feet were throbbing, along with her calf muscles. As she rubbed her hands along her foot, it felt like her skin was moving under her hands. She bent forward, and pulled her foot up to get a better look at it.

To her shock, her toes seemed to be merging together, and her whole foot was growing a bit longer and slender. Stretching her skin as it grew longer. She cringed a bit as she could feel some of the changes she was seeing. She watched in amazement as each toe just sort of absorbed into the next one until she just had one stump of a foot with one large toenail. She felt another twinge as the toenail started growing larger. It continued to grow and wrap around her foot stump until it was at least 2-3 inches long. Finally she felt a prickling sensation all over her foot. Looking closer she watched as tiny dark brown hairs started to grow from her heel down her foot. Then the skin from her knee down started fading darker in color till it was a deep crimson red.

Her body relaxed as she felt the changes stop. She sat up straight and then looked back down to take in what just happened. From just below her knees down, both feet were now red cloven hooves with tufts of fur just above her new hooves. She moved her hoof around taking in the full range of motion her changed appendage had. Her heel was gone, but she could now bend her foot/hoof up and down a lot more where it used to be,

Jackie was both excited and scared at what just happened. She jumped off the bed and landed with a loud "clomp". Then promptly fell over as her stance had changed from what she was used to. Pulling herself up with her hands, she leaned against her bed for support. Her mind was racing with thoughts about what was happening, and why. But she pushed them aside as all she really wanted to do at the moment was stand up.

There was a new pain in her tailbone that she assumed was from falling over. Pushing the pain out of her mind, she then pulled herself up to a bent over standing position supported by her hands on her bed. Slowly she put some weight on one hoof. Steadying herself, she then put weight on the other hoof and tested her balance. She wobbled a bit, but she was able to steady herself with her hands. Finally she slowly stood up straight. Waving her hands in the air for balance she tested standing on one hoof, and then the other.

Confident that she could now stand, she turned and slowly walked over to the full length mirror on her wall. Her new hooves clopping on the bare hardwood floor with each step. Stopping in front of the mirror, she now looked at her body up and down. Except for her red lace bra, she was completely naked, but her attention was focused on her feet... rather hooves. She wasn't sure how she was going to get used to that. Clomp, clomp, clomp, she watched herself walk in place in the mirror. Amazed at the changes, she was still wondering if this was real or not. Twisting her body at her hips she noticed something else flicking back and forth behind her.

"What the fuck?" Jackie turned around so she could see her backside in the mirror and twisted to look behind her. Right above her butt it looked like a finger was wiggling about. She felt another pang of pain in her backside as the thing started growing longer. This time the pain shot up her spine and made her whole body tingle. The pain gradually got worse as she could feel her spine stretching longer as new bones grew. Squinting, she could barely make out in the mirror that she was indeed growing a tail.

Longer and longer she could feel her spine stretch for what felt like an eternity, but less than a minute according to the alarm clock on her dresser. Until finally she could feel the pain easing up. She opened her watery eyes and stared in awe at her reflection in the mirror. She now had a red tail, ending in a tuft of red fur, hanging off her backside just above her butt. It was almost as long as her arms, but half the thickness. She blinked several times and then let out a small yelp when it moved.

Cautiously she reached a hand back to touch it. As she wrapped her hand around it, she could feel her hand touching it from her tail. However, a sudden sense of pleasure in her front region caused her knees to weaken, and she fumbled face first onto the floor. She rolled over onto her back and sat up. Looking down, she noticed that from her waist down, her skin was red just like her hooves. She touched her inner thigh and ran her hand up, stopping just before reaching her pussy. Her whole body shook with a wave of feelings stronger than she had ever felt before. Not only was her skin changing color, but it was getting more sensitive.

Another jolt of pleasure shot through her body from between her legs. She bent down to look closer at her crotch. Her pussy looked weird for a moment before she realized it was changing. She could feel it getting tighter on the inside, yet feeling deeper too. And it had changed on the outside as well. Besides being red, her normally long hanging labia lips had disappeared. Between her legs was just a small fold in her skin, barely noticeable with how tight and smooth her skin was around it. No trace of the nicely trimmed hairs in shape of a heart that was there only minutes ago. In fact, no trace of any hair at all down there.

Not sure what to expect, she gently ran a finger up the opening of her new hole. Waves of pleasure shot through her body like electricity. Running her finger back down, she then gently parted the lips and pushed it in. Despite not being very wet, her finger slid in with ease, but it felt very different than usual. She could feel every inch of her finger inside her. However, she felt more elastic, like rubber, down there. Two, three, four, fingers went in with ease, then her whole hand.

She was definitely getting wet now, but her skin was so smooth that her hand easily slipped in and out like it was nothing. But what really felt, and looked, amazing was how easily her skin stretched to allow her whole hand to fit inside her. As she pulled her hand out, her hole shrank back down to a tight, small slit. Yet, with no effort, she could push her whole hand up to her wrist back in. In and out she kept moving her hand while watching, and feeling, her pussy get bigger and shrink. This was causing her arousal to rise greatly. She started moving her hand faster as she could feel an orgasm building.

Her other hand instinctively moved to the top of her slit to play with her clit. However, she was surprised to find that it was not there, it was gone! It wasn't until now that she realized that was why her pussy looked so weird. Her missing clit was a problem as she really needed release from the feelings building inside her.

"Well there's more than one happy button on my body."

Her hand then moved from her missing clit up to her bust line. Where she only gave a passing thought to the fact that the red skin had already moved up to her neck and was now slowly traveling down her arms. However she did notice that her normally busty DD boobs were now pert little B cups. This annoyed her a bit, but then she got excited wondering if they had become more sensitive. And as she moved her hand over her nipple, she got her answer.

Waves a pleasure rippled through her as her body rocked involuntarily. Her moans were gradually getting louder and sounding more animalistic. But it was short lived as weird sensations in her hands brought her back to reality. Bolting up right, she stopped fisting herself and brought both hands to her face to examine the new changes.

Her hands were now the same color red that her body was changing to. This strangely did not bother her. What did bother her was the discomfort in her fingers. Her first two fingers were merging into one, and the other two were merging together to form another. Fascinated she watched as first the skin sort of slowly rolled up from her knuckles, like water. Leaving no trace of a gap between the fingers and dissolving her fingernails as it reached the end. Then she cringed as she felt the bones merge together underneath. Finally, a black hoof like nail forced its way out of the tip.

"Well that is not quite what I was expecting." she murmured while cocking an eyebrow up. Her thumb looked similar to the other two fingers making her hands some sort of split hoof fingers. She flexed them a bit and found she could still move them like her old fingers, they were just a bit bigger and made picking things up a bit clumsier.

Again the changes interrupted her thoughts. Looking back at the mirror she could see that her whole face was now red. This time the changing feelings were in her mouth. She opened her mouth and her tongue lolled out well below her chin. Further and further she could push it out until it danced on one of her nipples.

"Holy shith!"

She could lick all around her new extremely sensitive nipples, and even flick them with force. This was only making it hurt more waiting for the sweet release of an orgasm. Surprisingly her tongue seemed to shrink back into her mouth with only a thought when she wanted to close it. Opening her mouth again, she found that she could control the length of her tongue with her thoughts. Making it long, and then short to almost nothing. Experimenting a bit, she found out it could even become fatter like a penis!

It was while making her tongue's girth bigger that she felt sharper teeth pressing against it. Standing up she walked closer to the mirror to examine her teeth. Moving to within inches of the mirror, she examined her teeth in it. It was a little disturbing to find that all her teeth now came to sharp points. She ran her tongue over the bottom front row of teeth, wrapping her tongue around each sharp tip to confirm what she was seeing.

"Well I suppose this was to be expected. Now I guess the next thing would be... FUCK! That hurts!"

Stepping back away from the mirror she bent over forwards in pain. Dropping her head in her hands, massaging her temples with eyes clenched shut in tears. Just as she suspected, she could feel horns starting to grow. First it was just sharp tips, which slowly broke the skin. But slowly they rose up out of her head. Her hands gripping around them as the pounding headache continued. They felt sold and she found that pulling too much on one would pull her whole head with it like a handle attached to her skull. Weird as it was feeling, it distracted her mind from the pain a bit to yank her head back and forth with her new growing horns.

As the headache faded, she slowly opened her eyes. Wiping away the tears as best she could with her new fat hoof fingers. In the mirror, staring back at her was a face that she did not immediately recognize as her own, even though she knew it was. Her nose had flattened out, with larger flared out nostrils. Cow like ears moved about her head as well. But she was more focused on the horns. One on each temple, about as thick as her new fingers. Protruding slightly up, but more back and away to the side of her head. At the side of her head the horns then curved downwards back to her face into a sort of spiral.

Her eyes were locked on the horns as she turned her head this way and that to get a better look at her new face. Oddly enough, she felt ok with her new look. That was until she opened her mouth to smile, exposing her pointed teeth. She looked like she was up to something evil with those teeth, and she wasn't sure how she felt about that yet. But that would not matter much as she suddenly realized her baby blue eyes were gone. Completely emotionless all black orbs were staring back at her. This look terrified her, and the image of it burned in her mind when she closed her eyes.

As she shuddered in fear of what she now looked like, her eyes started to burn. Opening her eyes she witnessed her vision blurring and then fading to nothingness. Panicking she dropped to her knees on her bedroom floor. She was ok with turning into a satyr/devil girl when it meant heightened sexual arousal. However, the teeth and eyes gave her a look that scared her and made her start to really think about the long term implications of her changes. People would run in fear at first sight of her. Without being able to see, how would she protect herself? How could she continue going to classes like this?

Much to her relief, her vision suddenly started to come back. Blurred shapes and figures started to come back into view. And after a few moments she was able to focus again and see things clearly. But, something was not right. She knew she was still in her bedroom, and she could make out her bed, mirror, dresser and other things, but the color of everything was wrong. She could still see all the colors, red, blue, orange, some green, and a lot of black. But objects that used to be multicolored were now mostly shades of one color.

She looked down at herself seeing different shades and colors all over, with a white splotch between her legs. In a moment of clarity she realized what had happened. She was now seeing in heat temperatures. Warmer things were brighter colors, and colder things were darker. Standing up she looked at everything in her room with new amusement. She could still see details of most things, and kind of make out pictures, but her new vision made everything look so different.

As she walked around the room marveling at how different things looked with her new vision, a strong new scent drifted in. This scent was making it harder to think, and forcing her to focus on it. She immediately knew what the scent was, but her mind was telling her something different. A feeling, an emotion, an action... a way for her to finally get sexual release! She sniffed more, both appalled that this scent caused her arousal, but also excited by what her mind was telling her it could mean. Her sense of smell must have also got stronger in her changes, because she knew the scent was of another female's' pussy juices. But she also knew they were not hers, and that it must be coming from one of the other rooms in the house behind many closed doors.

She turned in the direction she sensed the smell was coming from. And then quickly bound out the door into the hallway. The next door down from hers was the upstairs bathroom. She followed the scent to that door and was sure it was coming from behind it. She stood in front of the door not sure what to do. Her rational mind was making a last chance effort to convince her that this was wrong, that behind the door was one of her roommates, most likely masturbating, and she should leave them alone. But primal lust was taking over, and the need to get release was quickly building tension between her legs. A single thought was dominating her mind... If she could cause sexual release for someone else, maybe she would get release as well!! Without another thought she swung the unlocked door open. A lustful grin came over her face at what she saw as she licked her lips in delight.

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Jane was about to burst into tears again. She hated it whenever her roommates did not get along. And even more so when they started yelling at each other. She just wanted everyone to be happy. She did not understand why every time there was a problem, Jackie and Mary would fight about it instead of talk it out. Their fighting was the reason she preferred going along with Jordan most of the time. Jordan never fought with the other two, and always seemed to keep her cool when they did fight. Plus Jordan never seemed to steer Jane wrong. So she trusted her.

"Chin up short stuff. They just need some time to cool off." said Jordan, breaking the awkward silence. She walked over and hugged Jane from behind like she always did to make Jane feel better. A giggle escaped Jane's mouth as she felt Jordan's extra bug arms poking at her sides, tickling her. Jordan continued talking to her.

" Sooo... while we are waiting for them..." Jordan waved one of her hands towards Mary's room.

"...why don't you go upstairs and find some clothes a mouse would wear. Eh? Then come find me when you are ready? Does that sound like a good plan?"

Jane turned around to look up at Jordan, who was not actually looking at her, but staring at Mary's room with a far off look in her eyes. Tears started to leak out of Jane's eyes, and she sniffled. Jordan broke out of her trance and looked down at Jane and started to wipe the tears out of her eyes.

"I'm sorry, I just got lost there for a minute." Jordan hugged Jane again.

"Cheer up short stuff. We're about to go to a party. And there will be...um... lots of other people there." said Jordan trying to sound excited, but not really.

"I... Well... umm..." stammered out Jane. She wasn't sure how she felt at the moment. Two of her best friends are mad at each other, and the one who was usually a rock, seemed a bit unsure of herself. A few minutes ago Jane was overly excited about going to a sorority party. But now she was worried that the pillars of her friendships, and world, were about to come crumbling down.

"It'll be ok. This is not the first time they've yelled like this, and it won't be the last either. You know how they get right?" Jordan said in her matter-of-fact, motherly voice. The voice Jane was waiting for as it always made her feel better. Though Jane's voice was still a bit shaky as she spoke.

"Yeah I know, you are right. It's just... I have this feeling that something is different tonight..." replied Jane.

"Focus girl! It's a party night. Let's focus on trying to have fun. We can do that with or without them right?" Jordan finally sounded like she was excited about the party again. Which was helping Jane to move past the recent shouting match.

"I suppose... But you know that Jackie will be unbearable for a week if we have fun without her?" Jane said half-jokingly, as Jackie really would be a bitch if they did. But Jane new that Jordan would be able to take care of that.

"Well then I guess that means we will just have to have twice as much fun if she doesn't come. eh?" said Jordan while smiling in a comically large fashion. She continued.

"Now shoo. Go put on some more clothes and come get me when you are ready." Jordan was already pushing Jane towards the steps to her room. Jane looked down at herself, half forgetting that she was only wearing her underwear.

"Eeek. You weren't really going to let me go out like this were you?" Jane's face blushed red with embarrassment as she suddenly realized that she almost went outside wearing nothing but a bra and panties. Something she had never done before, and knew she had been raised better than to do.

"Haha. Little mouse, you still have a lot to learn about the world." laughed Jordan as she had nudged Jane to the bottom of the stairs and stopped moving.

"Just because I lived on a farm does not mea..."

"Haha, calm down short stuff. Don't worry about it. Just shoo, go get some more clothes. I'll be in my room when you are ready." With that last statement, Jordan turned around, and walked towards her room. Laughing quietly to herself, she eventually went in and closed the door behind herself.

Jane was now alone with her thoughts. Standing at the foot of the stairs leading up to the second bathroom, her room, and ... Jackie's room at the end of the hall. Trying to push thoughts of an angry Jackie out of her head, she looked down at herself and noticed the black spots on her bare stomach. The spots were supposed to be extra nipples. Jackie had drawn, more liked poked, them on Jane with a sharpie marker when they first came out of their rooms. Jackie had said it would make Jane sexier, and it was correct for her costume.

"What was I thinking?" Jane thought to herself. Why did she always let Jackie do silly stuff like this to her? No, she shouldn't dwell on that. She needed to focus on the now, and moving forward, not the past. She walked up the stairs, past her bedroom, and into the bathroom that was in between her room, and Jackie's.

Upon entering the bathroom she immediately shut the door and turned on the lights. Turning towards a large mirror on the right wall, above the sink, she took a good hard look at herself. Would she really have gone out like this? She was raised better than that. Being shorter than most people, and having small breasts, she didn't consider herself "Hot" or "Sexy". But she knew she was cute in a "girl next door" way. And she had no shortage of guys hitting on her. But still, she was not raised to flaunt it, and she never really liked how Jackie did. So why did she agree to go along with it?

"Ugh, these spots are not going to come off easily" whined Jane as she grabbed her own stomach and looked down upon it. She then grabbed a washcloth off the sink, wet it with some soap and water, and proceeded to try and wipe the spots off her stomach. Scrubbing hard and fast, the spots did not seem to be coming off. She would scrub one really hard, and then another, with no signs of the marks getting any lighter. Though her skin was getting red and raw around them. And more sensitive too.

Finally, as her wrists were starting to ache from the repeated fast motions, the dark spots seemed to be getting lighter. She slowed her scrubbing speed as the last bits of black faded away. Dropping the washcloth on the sink, she exchanged it for a dry towel. Using the towel to rub off some of the water and suds left on her belly. It was at this point that she noticed a different sensation there than what she expected.

She was good at ignoring body pain, and had done so while rubbing her belly skin raw. However, mixed with that raw skin pain feeling, was another feeling that didn't make sense to her. There was the feeling of something else on her skin she could feel being moved by the towel. It was as if there were bits of her skin, sticking up, and poking out. And when she rubbed them just right with the towel, she felt a bit of arousal from them.

Slowly dropping the towel, she bent forward to get a good close look at her belly. Jackie had put 6 dots on Jane's belly, in two columns in a line under her boobs. Even though Jane had just wiped those marks away, it looked like they were still on her belly. Slowly, she moved her right hand to the middle one, on the right side. Ever so gently, she grazed the spot with one finger. Instantly she felt the skin tighten up around it, and the center poked out further from her skin. And then one by one, she felt the other spots on her belly do the same. It was not until she felt her nipples under her bra do the same thing, did she make the connection for what the spots were.

"Oh my lord!! I have secret tits I never knew about!" exclaimed Jane. The idea that the new nipples had always been there made more sense to her than the thought that they just magically appeared. Combined with the fact that she was getting feelings of arousal from them, made her think that being aroused was causing them to show themselves now.

Jane considered herself a good Christian girl. As part of her Christian teachings, she was taught that masturbation was a sin. It was a way for the devil to get into your heart, and turn you away from Christ. She loved the Lord so much, that the thought of not being loved by the Lord, scared her to the core of her soul. So she took extra care to repress any and all feelings of arousal she would get. Through the years she was proud of how well she had fended them off. Never once thinking dirty thoughts for more than a second. Even remaining a virgin through her freshman year of college.

The new nipples bothered Jane greatly. Immediately she thought the devil was trying to trick her to giving in to carnal lust, and in turn steal her soul. Dealing with two nipples was something she had learned to control long ago, but adding 6 more was overwhelming. The boost in sensations they were giving her was more than she could handle, and she knew her mind was slipping. More than a decade's worth of repressing sexual urges was catching up with her fast. Her body was betraying her and going into overdrive with a strong desire for release.

Gritting her teeth, Jane tried to fight back and regain control of her body. She had learned to control it before, and she was going to do it again. Sitting down cross legged on the cold tile floor helped. The cold tiles were a shock to her body that briefly distracted her mind, and gave her enough pause to catch her breath. However, it was short lived as the skin all over her body started to tingle and feel like a million needles were gently poking her. The mouse nose and whiskers on her face, along with the ear headband, now felt like they were squeezing her tightly. They came off with a quick yank from her left hand, and flew to a corner of the bathroom. Meanwhile, her nipples started to relax from the cold tile reaction, which only meant they could continue their arousing assault on her mind and body.

"Dear lord when will this end!" she exclaimed to no one in particular as her eyes went wide with lust. She had leaned back a bit too far in her exclamation, and started to roll backwards. With a thud her legs came up and her back hit the floor. But upon feeling the cool tile against her warm body, a soft ooo escaped her lips. Stretching out her legs, she ended up laying on her back against the cool floor, with her arms outstretched.

"Ahh, why does this feel so good?" not expecting an answer, she closed her eyes and just enjoyed the refreshing cold sensation wash over her. Unfortunately, like before, the cold floor only provided a brief respite. However, this time it was a pain in her back side, just above her bum, that ended her relief. As she wiggled her bottom trying to figure out what the cause of the pain was, it only got worse. Remembering that she had a mouse tail attached to her panties, she decided to roll over, pull off the tail, and cool off the other side of her body.

Immediately after rolling over, she regretted that decision. The frigid floor did what all cold things do to that certain part of a female body. Bringing her arms under herself, she pushed the upper half of her body off the floor and rested on her hands to keep certain things from touching anything. A damp feeling in the lower half of her body signaled that the arousal battle was still on, and she was losing. Her legs unconsciously squeezed together, which only amplified the feelings from down below.

Thoughts of rubbing her naughty bits against something, and how good that would feel, flooded Jane's mind. Eyes closed, her head bowed down and rested on the floor, trying to overcome her body's sexual assault on her mind. Stretching out her back, there was a gentle tingle that felt like her spine was getting longer, and extending further down her legs. She concentrated on that feeling, hoping to bring some order to her internal chaos.

The feelings were slowly crawling down the back of her right thigh, with a twitch every now and then. Her mind was fascinated by this unnatural sensation from the base of her spine. Rationalizing that it couldn't be real, there was no way a human could grow a tail. But as long as it kept her mind clean, and free of any sexual thoughts, Jane was happy to explore this new awareness. The more she focused, the faster and further down her leg it went. Until finally stopping just before her feet.

Then the thing crawling down her legs curled around her ankle. Curiously, her ankle felt hairier than it should, even though she had shaved her legs this morning. In fact, all over her body felt slightly different. Like she had something soft and furry all over her skin. With her head still resting on the floor, looking down her propped up chest, she opened her eyes and gasped at what she saw.

Her chest and belly, along with her arms, were covered in thick white hairs. Panicking, she quickly jumped into a standing position. Looking down at her whole body, she could see that she was completely covered in the white hairs, save for only the underside of her hands, and a few bare spots where her new tits were. She also noticed that her padded bra felt looser than it should. Afraid to admit why it was loose, she quickly took off her bra and found that her fear was correct. She was now completely flat chested, and the hairs covered that area too.

Next her hands and thoughts moved to her lady bits. Wondering what that area looked like as well. Eyes closed, Jane slowly removed her panties. Stepping out of them one leg at a time. She was afraid to open her eyes, but in her mind, she already knew what she would see. Grimacing, one eye slowly opened, and then both went wide open. Just as she had feared. The neatly trimmed and groomed hair around her bits had been replaced by sleek long white hairs. And much to her horror, there was a bare pink strip of skin showing off her lady parts for all the world to see.

This was the first time Jane had seen a mostly hairless vagina since she was a kid. Ever since she hit puberty, and had started growing hair down there, she had kept her hair long enough so she wouldn't see anything down there. Lest she be tempted by the devil to sin, masturbate, and fornicate before marriage. But right now, staring at this smooth patch of skin, that gracefully folded itself back into her, she felt empowered. How could something so small, something so neat and tidy, something that was a part of her, be so evil?

Small waves of pleasure rolled over her body from between her legs. A moistness was building there, aching to be touched, rubbed, massaged, and penetrated! Jane knew these thoughts were wrong, they were the path to the devil. However, they felt soo good, and her body was begging to give in to them. Just once, just to see what it could really feel like. Maybe she could try it, just once. Surely a onetime thing couldn't be that bad could it? After all, the lord has been known to forgive people for doing much worse.

Something other than her hands lightly touched the split between her legs. An unnatural squeak erupted from her mouth at the surprise assault on her body. Her hands were clasped over her mouth as her mind raced with crazy ideas for what it was that touched her. However, something else was amiss. When she had squeaked, she had jumped a bit forward. Yet somehow she also had jumped out of her shoes as well. Looking down at her bare feet, she noticed that they looked very different than what human feet should look like. Each toe was longer and felt more articulate than before. In addition, she could feel that she was standing on the pads of her feet, and not her whole foot.

Again something touched the space between her legs, and she squeaked a bit louder this time. In the mirror she could see her naked body, covered in white fur, and no one else in the room. Something was off with her head and face, but she didn't care about that at the moment. Her hands had not moved anywhere near her legs. Nonetheless, something had touched her twice in that space that she only touched when washing or using the toilet. Though she did want to touch it, up till now she had avoided doing so with her hands.

Intent on discovering this intruder, Jane's eyes were focused on the mirror. On the spot she had never looked at so much in all her life. Then she saw it. Something small, long and thin, appeared between her legs. It hoovered there for a minute like it knew she was watching it. In her mind she dared it to touch her again. In fact, secretly she wanted it to touch her there. If it did, then she would not be the one touching herself, and that wouldn't count as masturbating right?

As if sensing her thoughts, the invader slowly moved up the space between her legs. Her mind got excited at the idea of this thing parting the folds of her skin down there. Jane wanted it to penetrate her, and longed for the feelings of it to stretch her virgin slit wide open. However, something in the back of her mind screamed out that this was not right. It was unnatural, not even human. It was the devil taking hold of her. But what happened next blew those thoughts away like a puff of smoke.

Another loud squeak came out as she gasped at the sudden turn of events. The object of her desire had plunged inside her. She had willed it to do this and it obeyed! Thoughts of this not being right danced lightly in her mind. But they were fleeting as it felt oh so good. In her mind there was no way something that felt this godly, could be bad. That was it! This was a gift from her lord for being such a faithful servant.

As the thing inside her squirmed about, intense feelings of euphoria washed over Jane. Never had she felt such feelings of joy, happiness, bliss. Her mind was ravished with cravings for more of this. Her thoughts were giving in to these carnal feelings. Wanting nothing more than to be run by primal lust. Right then Jane made a vow that her soul belonged to the being that granted her these feelings, and she would be it's obedient servant.

If Jane had been more cognitive, she would have been worried about how her nose was sticking further off her face. Instead the nose just twitched and inhaled deeply as another scent was fighting for her mind to pay attention to. Then her larger than human ears twitched and moved towards the door. A thought that there was someone or something on the other side of the door entered her simple lust filled mind. Her head turned to look at it, making faint squeaks, not sure if it was friend or foe. Hoping for the first so she could continue making her body feel good.

The door swung open, and Jane knew immediately who it was, and who her new master would be. For there in the doorway stood the devil himself, come to claim Jane for her misdeeds. Though the devil looked more feminine than she thought he would look. And he also looked strangely similar to Jackie. That is if Jackie had smaller boobs, red skin, horns, a tail, cow feet.... no this was definitely the devil of carnal sin. Jane had just pledged herself to the devil without realizing it, and here he is was to collect. But if the devil could make her feel this way, she would willing give herself over.

Licking its lips with a seductive grin, the devil woman looked Jane over up and down. This made Jane uneasy as she was not completely sure of it's intentions for her. Though she thought it would be something sex related. Jane was still a virgin and had never even let a man get near her nether regions, let alone touch or see a man down there either. Her sex education consisted mostly of people telling her not to do it. Which she now realized meant that she had no concept of what sex really was. But if sex felt even remotely like what she was feeling, then it must be good. And she was eager to find out, if only a bit nervous for her first time.

"Master, please be gentle with me? This is my first time!" squeaked out Jane in a much higher pitched voice than she was used to hearing. The devil smiled at Jane's words, showing off razor sharp teeth inside it's mouth. Jane cowered backwards a step.

"Haha, Master, I like the sound of that." hissed out the definitely female sounding devil.

"I have pledged my soul to you, and I will do as you ask." said Jane as she straightened up, ready to find out what she had just committed to.

"Well, well, little Jane really is sex crazed after all. I am going to savor every minute of this!" cooed the Devil in a very sultry and feminine sounding voice that sounded like Jackie. The Devil took a few steps towards Jane to enter the bathroom, and then closed the door behind them. Jane flinched

"Now, why don't we see how well that pretty mouth of yours works beyond saying words I like to hear. I am just dying to get off, and that snout you have got there looks like just the thing to scratch an itch I have right..." the Devil motioned with her left hand down to a smooth slit between her legs. Then spread her slit open with her fingers. "...Here!"

"I.... I uh...wait my what?" stammered Jane suddenly snapping out of her lust filled trance. She looked down her nose, realizing that it was longer than it should be. She brought her hands up to touch it and confirmed that her mouth was now an elongated snout with several whiskers protruding out from her nose. Horrified at the change in her face, she turned her head to look at herself in the mirror. Only she didn't see a reflection of Jane, a fun sized farm girl. Instead she saw a human looking mouse standing next to a very sexy looking she devil.

Instead of a loud scream like she meant to do, a series of short high pitched squeaks came out of her mouth. This seemed to amuse the she devil as a deep unworldly chuckle emitted from all around Jane.

"Haha aww aren't you so cute. As your master I hereby decree that your new name is squeakers! Now let's get to 'squeaking' between my legs. Master is dying to get off, and she needs her little squeak toy to make her cum!" An evil grin, that unsettled Jane, spread across the she devil, no... her Master's, face. Her Master then spread her legs wide, and with her left hand, spread her slit open again.

"Mmmm your Master is dripping wet, and aching for Squeaker's tongue!" whispered Jane's Master as she began to shove her fingers inside her red slit. The fingers came back out coated in a wet substance, and then slowly moved towards Jane's snout.

Jane was paralyzed by fear. Everything she had been taught in church was true! The first time she slipped up and gave in to her sexual urges, the devil had shown up to collect her soul. And Jane had willing pledged her soul to the devil as well. But the devil was supposed to be male, and this one was definitely female. Jane had spent her whole life warding off male attention, that she had never thought she would have to deal with it from a female too.

As her Master's hand come close to Jane's nose, a sweet savory smell assaulted all her senses at once. The smell was not one thing, but everything Jane loved. It made her feel warm, and safe. Fingers pushed into her mouth and found her tongue, which quickly lapped at the wonderful tasting liquid on them. Immediately a sense of warmth and euphoria spread through her body. Jane's mind was going numb, and complex thoughts seemed hard and too much effort. She didn't want to be bothered with thinking. Thinking was for her Master to do, and Jane just obeyed.

Jane's eyes rolled back in her head and when they came back, they were a solid crimson red. Jane could only see the slit between her Master's legs. She remembered that her Master wanted her to put her snout there and use it to scratch an itch. Master had commanded her Squeak toy to make her cum, and Squeakers would obey.

Squeakers got down on all fours and moved closer to her Master. The sweet savory smell from her Master's fingers was getting stronger. Squeakers nostrils flared out and filled with the sweet aroma. The smell seemed to take control of her body and guide her straight to her Masters slit. With a gentle coo from her Master, Squeakers nose poked at the smooth red skin in front of it, and then gently parted the folds of skin and pushed inside.

A small part of Jane's mind was screaming out to stop and run away. That part was not heard as Jane no longer existed. Only Squeakers existed now, and Squeakers was an obedient little mouse girl with her nose deep in her Master's pussy. In fact her whole snout was inside her Master with her eyes pressed into her Master's thighs. She felt like she could push her whole head inside if she wanted to, rather if her Master commanded her to. Instead she was told just to put her snout in, and that's what she was doing. Wrapping her arms around her Master's legs to hold her face pressed deep inside her Master.

"Mmmm yeah right there,...yeah... use your tongue.." her Master cooed. Squeakers obeyed and used her tongue to lick her Master from the inside. Immediately upon tasting her Master, Squeakers felt her body fill with a comforting warmth that made her feel at ease and relaxed all over. The whole world seemed to melt and fade away. All that mattered now was to keep this feeling. Which meant to keep lapping up her Master's juices. However, the more Squeakers licked, the more she could feel that her Master seemed frustrated instead of enjoying it like Squeakers thought she should be. This only made Squeakers try harder to make her Master cum like she had been commanded to do.

"ARGH!! Why can't I cum?" her Master screamed out in a deep demonic voice that reverberated in Squeakers bones. Without warning Squeakers felt her body move on its own. Her mouth gently pulled out of her Master's cunt with a loud slurp. Squeakers briefly marveled at how the slit went from a gaping hole, to a small tight fold of skin instantly. Then as if someone else was controlling her body, she moved backwards and laid her back on the cold tile floor, spreading her legs wide open and presenting her own cunt to her Master.

Squeakers didn't even see the grin on her Master's face before it was pressed hard against her cunt. Never before had Squeakers been touched down there by another person. Now, a tongue was dancing on her clit sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body. Squeakers wondered why she had never done this before. But she knew that she never wanted this to end.

As if she couldn't feel any more pleasure, Squeakers felt something more building up inside her. A feeling of pressure that was begging to be released, but Squeakers didn't know how to release it. All she knew was that something wonderful would happen if it did release. Which only made her want to release it more!

"I... um... I ... want.... Release!" stammered Squeakers in between moans. There was a slight pause in her Master's motions, just long enough for Squeakers to blink and catch her breath. Then without warning something big and thick forced its way inside Squeakers aching hole. It seemed to fill her up just right and snug like a glove. Pushing its way deep inside filling up and pushing out all available space inside her. Squeakers back immediately arched up and her eyes went wide as ecstasy filled her body.

Never in her lifetime had Squeakers felt so much pleasure or been touched like this. As the object inside her reached her body's limits, it began to throb and almost vibrate. This was what she needed to break the gate holding back the pressure of the wonderful feelings building up inside her. Squeaker's mouth was open but her breath was taken away. Her body shook as all her senses seemed to explode from being overloaded with pure bliss. Her cunt convulsed and clamped down hard and tight on the thing inside it, causing even more pleasurable sensations to race through her body. The world slowly went black and seemed to fade away, but Squeakers didn't mind as she felt like she was in heaven.

After several minutes, Squeakers body finally began to relax and go limp. Which meant that her Master could finally pull her tongue out. However, neither one moved as both had long since passed out from exhaustion. The sheer overload of feelings and emotions from climaxing in their new bodies was just too much for both of them. Maybe next time the Succubus would be careful with how much she amplified those feelings. But right now she was content to lay with her new toy.

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Jordan closed the door to her room and slumped back onto it with a loud sigh. The crazy eye headband and eye covers came off as she slowly slid down the back of the door. The fairy wings on her back crumpled a bit, but she didn't seem to care. With a soft plop, Jordan slid down the door to rest on the pillow attached to her backside on the floor. Her knees pulled up to her chest, arms wrapped around them, and head tucked down, she began to cry silently. Dealing with Jackie's and Mary's constant feuding was really taking a toll on Jordan. And it only seemed to be getting worse.

Last year they all got along great and had become best friends. But back then they were freshman, and had never lived so close together before. This year it was like they were all different people, starting over as if the previous year never happened. Barely 3 months had passed, and it was already to the point that Jordan was uncertain if she could handle another week of fighting. There was no question in her mind that if things continued the way they have been, she was definitely not staying till the end of their lease in June.

Jordan's thoughts drifted to Jane, and what would happen to Jane if Jordan moved out. The other two would probably tear Jane apart trying to make her be the deciding vote in arguments. Jane not only looked like a little girl, she might as well be one when it came to making a hard choice. Jane would go out of her way to keep from hurting someone if she could help it. But then she always had these weird hard limits where she could put her foot down at the last minute. Which then would cause a problem in itself.

A smile crept over Jordan's face as she quietly laughed wondering how far along with Jackie's plan Jane would have gone. Based upon her actions, Jordan mused that Jane would have walked out the door, but the second they saw another person, Jane would have freaked and ran back inside. Jordan laughed again as the scene played out in her head.

Wiping away her tears, Jordan stood up and shook off her negative feelings like she always did. It was her job to keep the peace, and she would do it for Jane. One day at a time if she had to. Her back went stiff as she straightened up her poster and puffed out her chest standing tall and proud, ready to face the next challenge. But that moment was short lived as she slumped back down realizing what the next challenge was.

"Fuck, how am I going to make this work?" Jordan said out loud as she turned to look at herself the full length mirror on the wall to her left. Jordan had thought it was clever to use panty hose stockings tied in between her bra and panties as the anchor point for her extra arms, which were just stuffed panty hose as well. However, this only worked because she was not wearing any top over her bra. If she put on any kind of shirt, she would have to find some other way to anchor her extra arms up top.

A creeping headache just above her forehead was making it hard for her to think of a solution to her problem. Instead she mused that she should at least take the extra arms off first. Then figure out what she was going to wear before trying to figure out how to add the extra arms to it. With a new plan ready, Jordan gingerly got to work on the knots in the panty hose attached to her bra and panties. However, her enthusiasm quickly faded as she found that she could not easily reach the knots on her bra, and the ones on her panties were too tight to work loose.

With a loud grumble, Jordan gave up on the knots, knowing there was an easier way that she was avoiding. She could just take off her bra and panties to make it easier to undo the knots. But doing that would leave her nude. Even though she was alone in her bedroom, Jordan did not like being naked. Because being naked meant she would have to see all the flaws on her own nude body. And secretly she was extremely self-conscience about the way she looked. Even though everyone would tell her how pretty she was, Jordan could only she how she was not pretty enough. It was the main reason why she ran every day to keep fit and in shape.

Jordan was already practically naked anyways, and she knew it was silly that removing the two articles of clothing would make any difference in what she would see of herself. But that was just how her mind worked. With a heavy hearted sigh, she slipped off the fairy wings and unclasped her bra. Then carefully dropped the bra down to her panties so she could step out of them, leaving her costume on the floor. Eyes closed she carefully stood back up and turned around so she wouldn't risk seeing her nude form in the mirror. Though if she had kept her eyes open, she may have noticed the emerging lumps on her head that were the cause of her throbbing headache.

No longer facing any mirrors, Jordan opened her eyes and looked at the mess of clothes that was all over her bed. Before the group had left for the costume shop, Jordan had pulled out several different potential items to wear. Her lack of finding a suitable outfit was how Jackie convinced her to wear practically nothing instead. Though that did help somewhat with her costume at the time, now she was back to where she started. If only her head and now eyes would stop hurting long enough for her to focus.

Dropping to her knees, Jordan went into a fetal position as it suddenly felt as if burning daggers were piercing her eyes from inside her head. Her mouth open in a silent wail as her hands clutched at her closed, tearing eyes. She was frantic trying to figuring out what she could do to stop the pain. But then as quickly as the pain came, it went away. Slowly moving to an upright sitting position, Jordan brought her hands down to the floor. She sat there for a moment really confused about what had just happened.

Jordan's eyes felt a little sticky as she opened them again. Bright light blinded her at first, forcing her to squint. After a few moments of blinking, her eyes adjusted to the light. But she did not understand why the light seemed so bright at first, yet the lighting in her room, had not changed. She went to rub her eyes, but found that when she did, she did not feel her eyes where she thought they should. All she felt was a smooth patch of skin with no eyelids.

In a panic, Jordan jumped up from her seated position, and stood knees bent like she was ready to tackle someone. Her mind was wondering how she was able to see if her eyes were not where they should be. Much to her surprise, she suddenly found herself looking at her own eyeless face, which confused and shocked her even more. Her hands immediately moved up to her face and forcefully grabbed and let go of her new eye stalks. This caused her to yelp in pain as she realized that they were indeed attached to her head.

"Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my god!.... What is happening to me?" squeaked out Jordan.. She feared what she might see if she turned around to look into the mirror. But against her will, she found that her new eyes could turn all the way around, and she was already looking at her naked backside in the mirror without turning her body around.

Slowly her vision moved up and down her body, avoiding her head at the moment. This new ability to look at herself from behind intrigued her. Grabbing her butt, she gave it a little squeeze and shook it with a girly giggle. Her eyes then went onto do what she always did whenever she was naked. Inspecting her backside for any imperfections, and places she could see cellulite on her hips and thighs. But as her inspecting gaze moved up towards her head, another surprise awaited her.

What Jordan expected to see was her new eye stalks growing out of her head. Not only did she see her new eye holders, it was what she did not see on her head that made her scream. That is if she could scream at all. Instead her voice came out all scratchy and sounded more like a low gurgle than a scream. But that didn't stop her hands from reaching up and frantically feeling all over her bald head looking for any signs of her short brunette hair.

The lack of a scream coming out of Jordan's mouth didn't bother her as much as it should at that time. Her lack of hair was more important in her mind as it was a mark of beauty that was now gone. Panic swept over her as she looked down and searched all around the floor for any sign of what happened to her hair.

"This can't be happening to me! Hair just doesn't disappear... Does it?" Jordan thought to herself. With a plop, she fell into a sitting position on the hardwood floor of her room. Tears watering up in her eyes. Jordan just wanted to fall over crying and give up. But after thinking about Jane, she reasoned that giving up was not an option, so she chose to scream in rage instead. However, this time she realized the wrong sound was coming out of her mouth.

Rather than a loud ear piercing screech, a low gurgling sound was all that came out of Jordan's mouth. This thoroughly confused Jordan for a few moments. Instinctively hands came up to her neck and felt around for any change she could feel on the outside. However, this change was on the inside. Her vocal cords had silently dissolved away. Effectively removing her voice forever. Jordan would not figure this out right away, and instead kept trying to talk while moving her tongue and making odd shapes with her mouth.

As Jordan continued to try to figure out what happened to her voice, her tongue and jaw started to ache. But when she stopped moving them, she realized it was her whole head that was aching. Instead of the normal, focused on one spot, pain of a usual headache, this seemed to encompass her whole head all at once. It felt like her entire skull was trying to rip itself out of her head.

Looking down at the top of her head, Jordan noticed that her skin was getting darker and started to have a glossy shine to it. Tapping on the top of her head with her right hand, she found that her skin felt really smooth, and hard. In fact, she couldn't feel her fingers rubbing on her head, only the vibrations of the taps. Her eyes then followed her darkening skin over the side of her head.

As the dark skin moved down Jordan's head, she noticed that small lines started to form that segmented her skin. As the changes moved over her face, her former eye sockets smoothed over like nothing had ever been there. Her nose also started to disappear into her flattening face. A gasp was forced out of her mouth as the nasal airways sealed over.

Following the changes down her face, Jordan then felt and saw her lower jaw extending and push out from her face. As her jaw moved further out, she could see that her teeth had disappeared from her mouth, and her tongue felt different. Once her jaw was a hands length out, a line started to form down the middle of it. The line turned into a deep gash, and then with a sickening crack, her jaw split into two.

Dark skin rapidly covered her jaw as the split got larger. The ends came out into points, and several smaller points started to form and protrude out towards each other on both sides. When the changes started to slow down, Jordan found that she could move both halves like a giant claw on her face. Further back, her mouth had been reduced to a small hole that she could open and close. Finally her tongue was now a long skinny pole like appendage that went out past the end of her mouth claw. A few quick tests of it and she found it to be very quick and dexterous.

The sound of a bone popping out of its socket, combined with a sudden weight on her shoulders, signaled to Jordan that the changes were now moving past her head. Realization hit Jordan that her bones were melting away, and being replaced by an insect like exoskeleton. In this case the top of her spine/neck was now gone and replaced. If that was true then that meant she may have more movement of her head. Testing out that thought, she turned her head from side to side, and found that she could turn her head in a complete 180 before feeling any pain or resistance.

A sudden cold and then lack of feeling on Jordan's chest drew her attention back to her front side. Straining, and having trouble trying to look past her new mouth with her new eyes, Jordan then stood up and turned around to look at herself willingly in the mirror. The dark skin was creeping down to just above her belly button at the moment. But it was her breasts that she was focused on.

Being athletic meant that Jordan had learned to live with the fact that she would never have anything bigger than a B cup. However, losing her nipples was something completely different. Her breasts were now two round mounds that just barely came out of her chest. If it wasn't for the series of smaller circles on them, she would swear she was now flat chested. Turning to the side, she could see that they did still have some size to them. If anything they seemed to be perkier like two small half balls cut perfectly in half and placed on her chest.

Feeling her new breasts would have brought a frown to her face, if she still had a mouth that could frown. As perky as they were, touching them told her that she had no feeling in them whatsoever, and of course, there were no nipples to tweak either. Upset with this new change, Jordan's eyes then got the first look in the mirror of her new head as well.

Up till now, Jordan had done an ok job of keeping it together. Even though she knew what had changed, it didn't completely register in her head. Now that she was looking at her whole body in the mirror, the full extent of the changes finally set in. Her head looked completely alien. Two antennae looking eyes were sticking out of a shiny black sideways oval. From that a claw like mouth stuck out from the front. Any human features were now gone. Nothing was left to remind her of what her face even looked like. The shiny blackness then continued down her front stopping at her belly for the moment. Her appearance had left Jordan in a state of shock, and she just stood there staring at herself in the mirror, unsure and unable to do anything else.

As Jordan stood there, a cold feeling started creeping down her arms. Looking at them in the mirror, she took notice that the darkness was slow moving down her arms. Where the darkness moved, her arms got slimmer, followed by a dull bone ache. When it got to her hands it seemed to slow down a bit. Flexing her fingers, Jordan then realized that they were merging. In a matter of seconds, she watched as her five fingers melted into three spindle appendages before the blackness overtook them completely. Lines and segments formed over her arms at the joints, and any parts that moved, as the skin hardened up and became an exoskeleton.

Still frozen in shock, Jordan's body only twitched a bit as it felt like she was being stabbed in her sides multiple times by a small pen. Upon looking at the points where she felt the jabs, she noticed it was the reverse, something was piercing its way out of her sides. Two points on both sides of her body were pulsating at first, and then violently shot out of her. Rapidly growing with a sick oozing and crackling sounds. Finally coming to a stop when they reached a similar length as her current arms.

Jordan wanted to test out her new limbs, to see if and how she could control them. But try as she might, she was still frozen in fear and shock at the changes her body was going through. Instead the new limbs slowly went limp at her sides. Though she would not have to wait much longer. Everything inside Jordan churned in pain all at once. All her internal organs felt as if they were twisting around and being squeezed. Bones were dissolving and her body skin was hardening up like her head and arms were. She could feel segments form and then move against each other as she fell to the floor writhing in pain. Eyes clenched shut, her body tensed up and rolled into a ball. Her mind was blinded by the sheer pain she was in. Nothing else seemed to exist as she fought to keep from passing out completely.

After what felt like an eternity, but was in reality only a few minutes, the pain started to subside. Slowly, Jordan was finally able to relax her body and regain consciousness. Taking stock of her situation, she realized that she was lying in a fetal position, on the floor on her left side. Her arms were pulled towards her body at weird angles, and it disgusted her when she tried to move them and felt them all move at the same time. Looking at her new body, she found that it was completely segmented into several similar parts all the way down to just above her still human legs. Further inspection at the way she was balled up, she noticed that she was bending further than she ever could before. With ease she found that she could move her head completely between her legs and peer at her backside.

While moving her head in and out of her legs, Jordan noticed that the dark skin was moving down into her pelvic region. All the hair on this part of her body had long since disappeared, so she was watching in fascination as the darkness crept up to and inside her genitalia. Once the color had changed, her vagina started to pulsate. Surprisingly, this change was pleasurable. It felt as if something soft and warm was slowly caressing the inside of her happy hole. She closed her eyes and took the time to hold onto, and enjoy, this change as best she could.

The feeling continued to massage Jordan's vagina from deep down inside it. Then slowly the feeling moved down to her opening. When it reached the edge, she felt a need to push something out, so push she did. With each push she felt something extend further and further out of her opening, yet it never seemed to fall out. Several more pushes later, Jordan finally felt like she could push it no more. Whatever it was, it was stuck to her.

Not wanting to lose the blissful afterglow Jordan was having, she relaxed her body to rest. But as she did, she felt the object quickly and forcefully push back into her vagina. Her eyes shot open and she stared at her nether regions, hoping to see any signs of what it was. Surprisingly, this part of her body still seemed to be mostly the human for the moment. But she didn't see any sign of the object she had tried to push out that was now inside her. Curiously, she could still feel it inside her. As she thought it about it, she felt she could push it back out with ease, so she did.

Slowly Jordan pushed the object inside her vagina out. Like last time, the pushing was highly pleasurable. Her feminine lips parted and the tip of a fleshy object pushed its way out. It looked and felt like she was being fucked in reverse. Each push caressing her happy hole, and the object coming out only seemed to extend the area of pleasure. Jordan was nearing an orgasm as she reached the limit of the object being pushed out. Once it was fully out, each push made it throb and flail about in a way that only enhanced her euphoria.

With one finally push Jordan climaxed in an explosively blinding finish. At the same time she also felt several large objects move down her female parts, and start to push themselves thru the tube extending out. As each one moved through and exited her body, she shook involuntary with bliss, rocketing her experiences even higher. When she felt the last object had exited, she opened her eyes and stared happily at her new appendage wondering what it was. In a fleeting moment she remembered that some female insects had an ovipositor to deposit eggs. Her mind lingered on the insect part of that thought for a moment before her eyes opened wide with realization that she was now an insect! In her exhausted form she had no energy left to deal with the shock of what she had become, and promptly passed out.

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Mary was beyond mad. Ever since they moved in together, it felt like Jackie was fighting her on everything she did. Mary thought that if she told Jackie the grass is green, Jackie would probably argue for two days about how it was actually red! Mary than made a mental note to try that just to prove her own point. Snapping back to reality, Mary surveyed her room trying to remember what she was doing before she got so mad. Her eyes lingered on the mess of costume parts on her bed. Letting out a long sigh as she remembered there was still a decent amount of work to do on her costume. She then looked at the Sailor Moon wand sitting on her dresser. Walking over to her dresser, she made another idle wish.

"I really wish this wand had some magical powers I could use to play a prank on my roommates?" Mary said with a grin as she exchanged the coin in her hand for the wand on her dresser. She then spun around, spread her legs out in a ready stance, and brought her wand hand down. Then speaking more words as she made a circle with her wand hand up to her head.

"In the name of the Moon, I curse my roommates to... uh... um... ah... be extremely horny all night long!" finishing up her moves using her non-wand hand mimicking a handgun that she then pointed at the approximate direction of each of her friends rooms, and firing a shot at each one.

"Haha, if only that would work. Jackie's panties are probably wound up so tightly in her hole that she would need to rip them off just to get anything in there!" she paused for a moment as she laughed some more to herself thinking about what she just said.

"And Jane. Oh my god that girl is still a virgin and I bet has never experienced an orgasm in her life! She needs to get laid, I mean she's already getting screwed by Jackie, she may as well enjoy it!" pausing again, this time to picture in her mind Jackie seducing Jane.

"Oh and we can't forget Jordan. Well ... maybe we could... er... well maybe she could use some alone time with herself. Gotta double click that mouse every once in a while girl!" grinning again at the joke she just made. After a few moments, a nagging thought in the back of her mind suddenly pushed itself forward.

"Whoa, where did all those thoughts come from? That is sooo not like me at all. I mean... well I guess I kinda agree with them, but damn I can't believe I said them out loud... Something feels off tonight..." Mary then searched her thoughts for where they may have come from. In a brief moment of clarity, she thought she heard a very faint voice coming from behind her on the dresser. But as she tried to focus in on it, her mind went completely blank and she forgot what she was doing.

As the last few minutes of what she had just done vanished from her thoughts, Mary then threw the wand on her bed and walked over to her desk, picking up the warts along the way. She then looked at her makeup mirror to see how her nose was doing. Surprisingly she realized she hadn't felt it on her face, it was as if it was her real nose. As she turned her head to look at it from different angles, she noticed that she didn't even see the edges of the nose. Looking closer, it looked like the green skin of the nose just sort of faded into her own skins color.

"Hmmm that is weird..." said a perplexed Mary. She then reached up and touched the nose, and then quickly jumped back as her fingers made contact.

"What the fuck?" shouted Mary? Reaching up to touch her nose again, she just stared at her reflection. The truth staring right back at her. That this green nose on her face, was now, somehow, her real nose. She pinched it once, eliciting a squeak from her mouth. She then flopped it back and forth to confirm that she could feel every movement it made. And then while staring and thinking hard about it, she made it twitch on its own.

"Whoa, ok,... calm down, there has got to be a logical explanation for this." she said to herself, while looking at her own reflection. With another thought she made the nose twitch again, and again. And before long she was making it point in any direction at will.

"Ok this is not cool... but kinda fun... no... this kinda stuff just does not happen to normal people." her rational mind seemed to be fighting a losing battle with her curiosity. Her internal questions were going in a direction that her rational mind said did not fit the situation at hand.

"What did this mean? What else is going to happen? Is it gonna be fun? I wonder what else I can do now? Am I turning into a real witch? Does that mean I can do magic now? Did I really just curse my friends back there? Maybe I can get revenge on other people? Where is my magic wand if I'm a witch? Can I fly on a broom?" thought Mary all at once.

Mary then looked down and shook her head a few times as a symbolic gesture to clear her thoughts for a minute. Looking back up, something in the mirror caught her attention. Moving closer, she examined her face.

"Was my face always green? And when did my hair become all black?" Mary said out loud to herself. Part of her mind said things were not always this way, but another part was telling her not to worry about it, and embrace who she really is.

"Wait, who am I really... What am I?" her voice cracked and went up in pitch as she spoke. In her mind, Mary could see two people, who she was, and who she could become. All she had to do was give in, and she would have a great power. Not even giving it a second thought, she willingly gave herself up to become something, or someone new. In an instant, power surged through her body. She could feel a pressure pushing on her body from all angles, reshaping it, twisting it into a new form. As the changes rolled through her legs, she lost her balance, and fell head first onto the floor. With a loud thud, Mary momentarily saw stars and then blacked out.

Waking up on the floor, Mary slowly rose to her feet. Her head felt fuzzy, and she found she was not even sure how she got on the floor. Looking around the room she was in, Mary tried to remember what she was doing, and more importantly, where she was. Things in the room looked familiar, but different. There were memories attached to the things she saw, but they didn't feel like her memories, more like they were from someone else, in another time. She felt like a new person, like she had been reborn as someone else.

In fact Mary felt that her old name didn't fit her anymore either. Turning to the mirror, she looked herself up and down in an effort to find a new name for herself. The image she saw looking back at her conjured up images of a wicked witch, with many different names. But none of those names felt right to her. Instead the name Beryl came into her mind. She knew it didn't fit her appearance, but it was a name her old persona likened with what she was now. And that was good enough for her.

"From now on I shall be known as... Queen Beryl!" she proclaimed to her own reflection.

"And for my first order of business... a little mischief and mayhem is in order." an evil cackle followed her words.

"But before that, I need my wand and broom, and some clothes more befitting of a Queen"

Looking on the bed, Beryl saw the makings of a primitive broom, and a strange looking wand that she could feel her own power emanating from. Walking over to the bed, she picked up the wand and examined it.

"Hmm, we'll have to change the looks, but this will do"

With a flick of her wrist, the wand transformed in her hand to something resembling a twisted tree branch with a few small jewels embedded in the end she was holding. Turning back to the bed, she eyed the broom parts. Raising her wand hand, she began making some swishing motions while speaking a language she was unaware she knew. The broom parts slowly rose up off the bed, and then started to float towards each other. As the parts connected, a brief white flash light up the room, followed by a thud of something hitting the bed.

A grin formed on Beryl's face as she picked up, and inspected, the large solid wood straw broom off the bed. Happy with her new broom, she propped it up against the bed and turned to the mirror to assess her appearance. Her skin was completely green everywhere it was showing. Which on her upper body was a lot, and stood out in contrast with the cream colored brassiere that was hanging loosely on her chest. On her bottom she was wearing a pair of jeans that were also loose and threatening to fall down at any moment. Her overall appearance was that of a short old hunched lady who happened to have green skin.

"No, this just won't do at all" Beryl said while frowning.

Raising her wand up, she aimed it at herself in the mirror and began to chant and wave the wand around. She felt and saw the magic flow out of the wand and encase her body. After another blinding flash, her form started to morph into something else. Her body and limbs started to grow and stretch out. Causing her to stand up more straight, and get taller. Before her eyes the green skin faded away to almost a pearly white, wrinkles faded away into soft smooth skin, and she took on a more youthful appearance of a women in her late 20's. A form fitting purple dress materialized from the ground and rose up her body, replacing the clothes she was wearing. As the changes finished up, her hair exploded out into a huge reddish orange frizz that flowed down her entire backside.

"There, that is much better." she exclaimed while flexing her new body.

Beryl then took one last look around the room when something on the dresser caught her attention. There was a great power, greater than her own, pouring out of the object. And it felt like the object was speaking to her as well. Curious about it, she walked over to get a closer look. The only thing on top of the dresser was a gold coin. Picking it up, she knew it was solid gold, and that it was a source of great power. But it felt like a different kind of power, a power that she no longer needed, but that it needed her to pass it along, or did it tell her that, she wasn't quite sure.

As if on autopilot, Beryl made her wand disappear in thin air, and then palmed the coin. She then grabbed her broom with her other hand and exited the room. No one else was in the common room to notice her leave the house. Once she was out on the street, she blinked a few times and shook her head as her senses suddenly cleared up.

"Hmmm, this thing is more evil then I am...." said a concerned Beryl. She then continued in a more gleeful tone.

"All the more reason to leave it for someone else to find. Hahah."

Beryl tossed the coin over her shoulder into the street, forgetting about it as it left her hands. She was headed across the street where there was a frat house that was having a rather loud party. Stopping at the sidewalk in front of the house, she then surveyed the house with a disapproving eye. Unbeknownst to anyone who may have seen her, she was using her powers to look inside the house at what all the people were doing.

"Well then! If young girls want to openly disgrace themselves so much, I may as well help them go all the way!" she hissed. With a flick of her wrist, her wand reappeared in her hand. She then started to chant and wave her wand around again as she summoned up a charm. Magic glittered and sparkled around her wand, and then with a swish, she sent it all flying towards the house. No one else could see it, but the magic particles quickly searched out all the girls in the house, and then settled in any drinks they had in hand or were drinking from.

"Hahaha, that will make for a good fun night I'm sure." she cackled.

"Now let us find some more trouble to cause" grinned Beryl. Turning around, she then mounted her broom. With a gentle kick, Beryl and broom rose of the ground, and quickly darted up above the houses on the street. With another evil cackle, she took off in the sky down the street in search of another party or group of people to play with.