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The Voodoo that You Do

By: Couture



"Come on Dan," Megan purred. "Don't be such a pussy."

"But I feel funny," Dan whined. But funny was not what Dan felt. He felt shamed. A bit humiliated. Yet, strangely aroused at the same time. What guy woudn't? It had started so innocently at first. He was kissing Megan and it was getting hot and steamy. Then she ran her finger over his lips.

"You look so cute in my lipstick," Megan said. "Let me put some on you. Please..."

Dan said no at first, but it only took a few more kisses, before he relented.

It felt funny. Strangely funny. Not so much the lipstick. But sitting there and allowing it to be put on him. He should have been only humoring her ,but he could feel himself growing hard in response.

"You look so fucking hot," Megan said.

And Dan liked being hot for this cute little blond girl. Then there was more kissing. Only the kisses grew languid and more sensual.

Next came blush and eyeshadow. His lashes here painted. His hair...curled.

"I want to dress you up," Megan said. "All the way."

"No way." Finally Dan found his backbone. 

But Megan merely smiled and took off her bra from beneath her blouse, then undid a few of the buttons. She would do whatever was necessary. She shuddered to think of the consequences. She opened her shirt just a bit to let him have a peak.

Dan licked his lips nervously, his eyes were glued to Megan blouse. He could see the shape of her breasts and her nipples stood out from the thin fabric. Her cleavage was right out there and he could almost look all the way down her shirt.

"You want more?" Megan said. "You want to touch them?"

"Yes.." Dan's reply was hoarse. Yes he very much wanted to see her breasts - to touch them. He wanted that more than anything.

"I'll give you something you want..." Megan purred. "But first you give me something I want."

"I...guess," Dan replied. Then thought better of it. "But you can't tell anyone. Not even your friends."

"Okay." Megan said. "It will be our little secret."

"Promise?"

"Promise." Megan replied a little too quickly to suit Dan.

"Okay." Dan reluctantly agreed. But he didn't realize the extent of what he agreed to. Not until Megan reached beneath her skirt and wriggled out of a pair of skimpy lacy nothings.

At first Dan thought this was part of his reward. That he was going to get a chance to do much more than play with Megan's boobies. That maybe, he'd go further than second or third base tonight. But that was before Megan handed him the panties and the bra she'd already stripped out of.

"Then put these on." Megan said.

"I-" Dan hesitated as he realized that to comply with his agreement that he was going to have to get naked.

"Are you scared Dan?" Megan teased. "I didn't realize I was going to the prom with a chicken. I don't think I - want to go to the prom with a chicken."

But Marie wasn't going to the prom with him. Not anymore. Not since she'd been confronted by Marie.

"I'm not scared." Dan mumbled. But he was scared. Tee-totally and positively terrified. He was going to have to strip while Megan stayed clothed. Not only that, but she would see his cock. And by now his cock was in quite a state.

However, Dan felt he had to go through with it. He'd agreed to. Anything less and he wouldn't save face. But why was he so worried? She'd see him naked eventually. It was well known that you usually got lucky on prom night. Not to mention he'd seen guys dress as girls on some of the comedy sitcoms. There was even mix up day at his school back on Ohio and lots of guys dressed as girls.

It was no big deal.

Trying to still his trembling fingers, Dan stripped off his clothes. Then stepped into the panties and pulled them up. He blushed a bright red as he realized his erect cock was poking out of the top of her panties. He hid his manhood behind his hand.

"You are so sexy in my panties," Megan smiled, suppressing a giggle. "Now the rest."

The bra was next. Dan needed help in getting it fastened. Megan even took care to fill out the cups with tissue. Next came a skirt. A pleated mini that barely covered his bottom. A pair of white leggings with a bit of lace at the top hid his leg hair and gave them a feminine shape. A tight pink shirt was next. Dan felt his face grow hot as he read the the screen printed letters.

Girls rule. Boys drool.

God, was he ever going to live this down? Lacy socks. A pair of heels.  He better get to do more than to feel her titties. He better get to do a whole lot more.

"Let me do your nails next." Megan said. She was smiling broadly now. It was almost impossible to suppress the giggle that threatened to burst free from her. God, what sort of boy let himself be dressed up like this. Worse, what sort of boy....looked so...much like a girl once done.

"But you promised," Dan reminded Megan. "It's your turn."

"Polish first."

"No," Dan demanded. Fuck it. He'd done enough. Now it was time for Megan to reciprocate. "Besides...how will we get it off?"

"With remover silly," Megan said. "Now sit!"

"But.." Dan found himself sitting. He didn't know Megan was so forceful. She'd always seemed more of a quiet type. Moreover, there was something about being dressed in such a fashion that made Dan feel a bet less forceful, and a bit more docile. However, no matter how docile he felt, he refused to give her his hand no matter how hard she tugged.

Megan wasn't having much luck in finishing her job. She needed another plan.

"Fine," Megan said turning loose Dan's hand. "If you don't want to feel my titties, see if I care. Go ahead, get on out of here then. Who ever heard of a boy who doesn't want to feel a girl's titties?"

"Wait..." Dan said. He'd thought she wanted to put polish on his fingernails. Now he found out she wanted something entirely different. What sort of boy didn't want to feel a girl's titties? Dan certainly wasn't that sort of boy.

God, women were so hard to figure out.

He gave her his hand and held bated breath while she put it into her shirt.

"Do you like them?" Megan asked."They are sexy aren't they?"

"Yes.." Oh God yes. Dan could feel her warmth. Her yielding softness. The roundness of her breast. He paused briefly before touching her nipple.

Wow! It grew stiff to his touch.

"Not so hard," Megan said. "If you want to keep feeling, give me your other hand."

Dan eagerly agreed. However, there were plans for this hand. Megan took it and began to put on the polish. Dan bit his tongue. He wanted her to stop, but he dared not balk lest he have to move his hand that was feeling girl's breast - and touching her hard nipple for the very first time.

Once Megan finished the nails on Dan's left hand, she had to make a sacrifice to get his right. Not much of one. A raising of her hem. A spreading of her thigh. A bit of pussy and she no longer had to endure his fumbling groping.

The boy was an eager puppy. A moth to a flame.

He tried to cop a feel. His sweaty palm touching her thigh and moving higher. So close to that sweet pussy.

Megan slapped the back of his hand. "Be patient. Good things come to boys who wait."

Dan licked his lips. He didn't like waiting, but he liked good things.

Megan looked over at the clock. Shit! It wouldn't be long now, not if Marie kept her end of the bargain.  She blew Dan's nails dry with a blowdryer.

"Look," Dan said, catching Megan looking at the clock, he suddenly became aware of what time it was. He had to get home, or he'd get in trouble.  "Let's get all this stuff off. I gotta get home."

"Oh baby," Megan purred, sucking a fingertip in her mouth and making a show of it. "Already? But I thought we could do other things. Fun things. Or do you need to get home to mommy and daddy?"

Marie took Dan's finger in her mouth and sucked on it. Then she stood Dan up and captured him in her arms. She could feel his hardness pressing against her. It was a bizarre feeling. Looking all sweet and soft, yet that hard-on, so out of place with the rest of him.

Seeing him like this. She'd never be able to look at him the same way again. Not as a boy. She'd seen other boys dressed as girls on Halloween. However, that was always in jest. A caricature of a woman. Bad makeup and huge balloons for tits. 

But Dan...Dan looked real cute. Too cute. So cute she didn't feel like this next part. She closed her eyes...and pictured Peter as she kissed Dan. She nibbled playfully bit his neck and ear. She kissed him forcefully, like her ex-boyfriend Rich used to kiss her. She kneaded his ass cheeks. She reached underneath his shirt and pulled at his nipples. It was gross, yet kinky at the same time. It was like making out with a girl.

For that was what Dan was now. Her girl. But Megan wasn't into girls. God, what was keeping Peter so fucking long? Marie had promised. He should be there by now, Megan thought as she sneaked a look at the clock.

Dan wasn't looking at the clock anymore. He was already late and would be in trouble for sure. But Dan was thinking that Megan was his girl. His first girl. A bit kinky, but God what a girl. He was about to blow his top. The feeling increased when Megan pushed him on his back on her bed, tossed her hair back, and then mounted him. He reached beneath her short skirt and felt the bare naked cheeks of her bottom. He reached even further. Curls. Softness. Wow! Fucking wow!

However Megan pulled his hand off her and pulled them up out of the way- using her weight to keep them trapped next to Dan's head.  Kissing him and keeping him firmly in hand.

Dan pushed his hips up. Trying to find traction. If he could get his hard cock out from the confines of panties and skirt, he's be able to easily push it inside her. To fuck her. To lose his virginity. There was only one problem, he didn't have condoms. Maybe she did?

Pregnancy was a worry, but suddenly Dan had more dire worries to think about. There was an urgent rapping at the window. He looked over in alarm. There was a boy. A boy outside the window. Oh God. Fucking hell. Dan was busted. Dressed as a girl - made up like a little tramp. He'd never ever live this down.

"Wait - Megan!" Dan said in a hushed tone, as Megan clambered off him and practically ran to the window. "Close the curtains. Hurry."

However, Megan didn't close the curtains. She leaned over, grunted, and tugged. 

And poor Dan couldn't appreciate the sight that had been granted him. The smooth perfect mounds of flesh flexing as Megan tugged up on the window. And there below - her cute little pussy.

But Dan couldn't appreciate these things. Instead, all he could think about was the sound of wood sliding against wood. The most horrifying sound Dan had ever heard. He did the only thing he could. He reached over and picked up the first thing that came to hand. It was a teddy bear, but it would have to do. Dan held it over the lump in his skirt to hide his embarrassment and true nature.

"What the fuck do you want Peter?" Megan said.

"Hey babe, I want to talk to you for a minute," Peter said. "See, I want to get back together."

"Get lost jerk."

"Hear me out," Peter said as he clambered into the window. "Come on Meg.."

"Fuck you." Megan said. "And what are you doing here anyway?"

"Me? What about you? Were you just making out with that girl?" Peter asked incredulously.

"So what if I was," Megan retorted. "We aint't together no more. Besides it's a free country. And maybe ..maybe I like girls now. Maybe because you were so bad in bed."

And Dan began to hope. Yes, what guy would stick around after being told that? Surely the uninvited bastard would leave now.

"You never complained about it at the time," Peter said, the began to undo his pants.

"What the fuck are you doing," Megan said. "You can't just come into my room after I break up with you for cheating on me with that slut Laurie and strip off and expect...and expect."

"I'm just getting comfortable babe," Peter said. "After watching you girls make-out; these pants are feeling kind of tight."

No matter what he said, It was clear that Peter did expect. He kissed Megan.

"Stop it Peter," Megan whispered,but didn't slap him - didn't even turn her head out of the way. And soon...soon she returned the kiss, albeit reluctantly. But her reluctance soon turned to greed and hunger. She moaned softly as he took her hand and wrapped it around his hard cock.

"Seeing you kiss your girl friend has really worked me up," Peter said. "Look what you've done to me Meg."

To Dan's horror, Megan didn't withdraw her hand. Instead she began to stroke the boy. With growing dismay, Dan realized she'd never be able to turn Peter away now.

Peter reached beneath Megan's skirt. Dan watched impotently as the fabric worked up and down. Watched as she didn't remove the offending hand as she had his own. Instead her slim thighs separated and her hips began to move. Up and down, working herself on Peter's hand. This was no longer the aggressive girl who had coerced him into her outfit and kissed him so forcefully. This girl docilely accepted kisses. She gave little mewling sounds.

Even of the drone of wet smacking lips and heavy breathing, Dan could hear the slight wet sound ... a little slurp..slurp as Peter finger-fucked his date to the prom. All while Dan was helpless to do anything about it. Trapped in a skirt. Stuck impotently on the bed with a damned teddy bear hiding his erection.

"Oh Peter I can't," Megan breathed, as Peter nudged down on her head. "You can see I've got company."

But her demand had no force behind it as it had with Dan. The girl was already going to her knees. She took the boy's thick cock and rubbed it against her cheek with practiced ease.

"It ain't like she ain't never seen a cock before," Peter said. "Come on Megan, I mean it. I'm in a real state. Don't be a tease."

"What about Laurie?" Megan asked. "I thought you were taking her to the prom."

"Not anymore."

"Are you sure?" Megan kissed the head of Peter's cock.

"Yes," Peter moaned. "I talked to a girl today. And she said that Laurie got the crabs twice this year and had to go get fixed up at the doctor."

Megan took the head of Peter's cock into her mouth and sucked it, before pulling off with a wet smack.

The sound was like a knife into Dan's heart.

"I don't want you to tell her." Megan said. "I want you to stand her up...then show up with me."

"What about that boy I seen you with?" Peter asked. "Are you gon' stand him up too?"

"Don't worry about him," Megan said, her eyes cutting Dan with a sly and evil look. "He won't much of a boy to begin with."

Then Megan took Peter's hard staff and ran her tongue along the base up to the tip, before pursing her lips and sucking it deep.

"Oh Peter I've missed this dick," Megan said with a husky voice, then sucked that thick dick down once again, gagging a bit, then going down once more. 

Poor Dan looked on helplessly.

The little bitch. The little redneck bitch had tricked him into this ridiculous getup - had used him,  and now had not only left him high and dry; she'd tossed him aside like a piece of trash and was making out with her ex right under his nose. It hurt. But God, why wouldn't his erection subside so that he could slink out in unnoticed?

Worse, Megan's ex Peter was looking at him and Dan didn't like the look in the boy's eyes. At first Dan thought the look was due to him being humiliated at the loss of Megan. However, now Dan was beginning to suspect there was more to that look. There was a hunger in the boy's eyes. And he wasn't even looking at the girl on her knees giving him a blowjob. The boy was looking at Dan. Worse, he seemed to be going out of his way to make sure that Dan had the best view possible.

"Suck that dick baby" Peter urged Megan. "Ain't that the biggest dick you ever seen?"

"Oh yes baby.." Megan moaned.

"I want to hear you when you suck," Peter urged. "You know how I like it."

Megan turned and glared at Dan. Why didn't the boy just leave? Hadn't she humiliated him enough? Did he have to sit there and watch her and Peter like they were some sort of side show for his enjoyment? And Peter was no help. Slapping his cock against her cheek. Against her tongue. Telling her he wanted to hear her.

Megan slipped her hand between her thighs. God, she was wet. She began to rub and she began to suck loudly, just like Peter liked. It was embarrassing in a way, but at the same time it was strangely exciting. With poor Dan watching, but unable to do anything.

And there was little Dan could do. If he wasn't dressed like a girl, he could at least fight for his honor or at the very least skulk away. But like this...how could he fight in heels and a skirt. How could he fight without blowing his cover. Things were as bad as they'd ever been, but they only seemed to be getting worse. Peter was mouthing words to him. Both of you. At the same time. Let's go.

It was a measure of justice. The boy was back in Megan's life and already he was trying to cheat, even while the girl was heartily giving him a blowjob. She was noisy, squeaking and sucking. Much noisier than Dan had imagined a blowjob ought to sound. If only he were in Peter's shoes right now.

But he wasn't in Peter's shoes. He was in Megan's. And those shoes hurt because they were two sizes too small. Seeing her like that, Dan knew he'd made a mistake. What he saw as a worldliness, unlike some of the other small minded people at his school, was merely meaness. And what he'd mistaken for sexiness...and cuteness...it something baser. Was pure slut.

And Dan hated not just Peter, but Megan too. As a matter of fact, Peter had done him a favor. Megan? That bitch was pure bitch! A cruel little bitch.

Dan's desire waned as his hate grew. He put down the bear he held over his lap and stood up. He wanted to take his leave, but he dared not go out the door. Her parents had seen a boy and they'd expect a boy. So, Dan went out the window. Skulked away like a thief in the night.

Dan didn't get much sleep that night. He masturbated guiltily. He couldn't help himself. The bitch had left him with blue balls. And he tried to think of his usual fantasies, but even with all the bad stuff that had happened, he fantasied about what might have happened had Peter not come in while he was alone with Megan.

Later, Dan resolved never to talk to Megan again. He'd love to give the little bitch a piece of his mind, but if he did so, she'd might spill his secret. A secret that had to remain secret.

It had to.

*****************

At school the next day, Dan tried to forget what had happened the night before. And he thought he had till Pauli showed up.

"I tole' you beau," Pauli laughed and slapped Dan on the back. "You don' mess with no voodoo witch. Ha, but you told me didn't you Danny boy? Tole me there won' no such thing as voodoo. Now you dun got hexed up proper. It's all over the school. You a girlie girl. Ha...no such thing as voodoo, right smart guy."

"What are you talking about?" Dan asked with a sinking feeling in his gut.

"That you got turned into a girl las' night," Pauli said.

"I don't know what anyone has told you," Dan said, praying he'd been able to get all the makeup off his face and fingernails last night. He'd scrubbed and scrubbed. "But they are full of shit Pauli."

"It was your girl that tol' Danny boy," Pauli laughed. "Said you went over to her house for a little hanky panky, but you couldn't do it. Not only that, she said you ended up bein' a girl. Said she was more boy than you were. Till she got tired of being with a girl and wanted some dick."

"She's just mad..." Dan lied. "I - I - we did it. Well we didn't do it. She gave me a blow job." Dan continued thinking fast, telling a tale only last night he was Peter and not Dan.

"And then I broke up with her after. So...so she was pissed off. That's...why ...that's why she's trying to get back at me."


The Voodoo that You Do



"Danny boy," Pauli laughed. "She's got you cold. She put the whole thing on her iPod and is showin' everyone. When I first saw...I couldn't believe it was you. I thought it was just some girl she was kissin' on - and feelin' up. And watchin' I could see her getting frustrated. Just like she described. Sure enough, she wanted a boy, but had a girl.

And the girl she had. That girl with a dimple on her chin just like you and her hair was the same color...that girl she was making out with...that girl was you.

Dan could feel the tears fill his eyes and he blinked them back lest they fall. God, this was the worst. The worst ever. What was he going to do? Everyone was going to think he was some sort of fag.

"That's when I tole' 'em what happened," Pauli said. "I tole' 'em you got hexed for messin' wit' Marie. That you'd been voodoo'd up proper.

And Megan...she agreed. She said you was once a boy...but that you must of got hexed just like I said.

"You got to go to her Dan. You got to go to Marie and get her to take that hex off you. You give her anything she asks or it's only going to get worse. I've never had it happen to me Dannie boy, but my family has. We know how it is.

Go to her. Give her what she wants. Do it before it is too late."

So Pauli didn't think Dan was a fag. He thought that...that a voodoo spell had made him into a girl last night.   And Megan had agreed with him. Everyone believed it was true.

It was ridiculous on the surface of it. But...what would he rather? Everyone to think he was a fag ...or the victim of a voodoo spell.

"I'll do it Pauli," Dan said, deciding to go along with it. "I'll talk to her first thing."

"Your parts?" Pauli asked. "Are you a man now?"

"Yes," Dan replied quickly. "All my parts are intact."

"What was it like last night?" Pauli asked. "Were you ... were all your parts... girl parts?"

"I don't know," Dan said not knowing how to reply. "I didn't check."

"On the video....it looked like Megan checked...Dan I think....I think you was all girl last night."

"I don't know Pauli," Dan said, his cheeks hot with shame. "But I'm going to go to Marie ... and get her to undo this spell. I never realized.. that voodoo was so...powerful."

"You better hurry beau," Pauli warned. "Cuz you ain't seen nothin' yet."

Who would have thought it? Dan pondered. Just yesterday he was on top of the world. And while voodoo didn't turn him into a girl....was it coincidence that his like had turned to shit 24 hours after pissing off the daughter of a voodoo queen?

Whatever the case, he had to go to her now. To keep up the illusion that he'd been put under a hex...or spell or whatever the hell it was. Besides, he'd been a jackass and owed the girl. Yes, he owed an apology at the very least. He thought back to what he'd done just a few days before.

**********
And was just a few days before when Dan had felt so sure of himself. And he had good reason to feel good. He was going to the prom ... with Megan Beaumont. He wanted to brag, but to be honest, Megan wasn't the prettiest apple in the barrel. However, the Megan was blond, and had nice tits and a plump little bottom.

The only problem was that Megan wasn't quite hot enough to brag about dating, so Dan did the next best thing. He rubbed it in to the one person who certainly wasn't going to the prom.

"Hey Marie," Dan laughed. "Got a date for the prom?"

Marie glared at him and shook her head. She arched an angry eyebrow in his direction.

"What's the matter," Dan giggled. "You get turned down by all the girls?"

Oh that was a good one. He really zinged that in. But why wasn't anyone else laughing. It was funny. Besides, even though Marie sounded like she had lived there all her life, she was an outsider. People walked around her like she had the plague. Sure, she smelled like weird scented oils...like some of those hippie chicks back home...but there didn't seem to be a good explanation of everyone's attitude toward the girl.

"Get it...girls...because she dresses like...a boy..." He could hear his voice echo it was so quiet. Worse, it seemed like he had been shunned. No one would meet his eye.

No one told him. Not till later.

When Marie wasn't around.

"You one crazy beau," Pauli said in a hushed voice. "You better go find Marie and tell her you are sorry. Give her some money too. Just don' give her nothin' of yourn. Otherwise..."

"What are you talking about?" Dan asked. "You act like you are scared of her or something."

"Do you know who that is?" Pauli asked incredulously. "That be Marie Lebeaux. The Marie Lebeaux. They make songs about her great great grandmother."

"And what does her great great grandmother have to do with anything?"

"You the smartest stupid person I ever met," Pauli said. "Her great grandmother was a voodoo queen. Her grandmother was a voodoo queen. Her mother. She a queen too. Marie...she ain't no queen yet...but beau I tell you true...you don't fuck with her; else she put a curse on you."

"A curse," Dan chuckled. "Like with voodoo dolls? Oh I'm so scared. Oh no, don't stick a pin in my voodoo doll...or I'll die. I'll die...."

Dan wasn't just content with making fun of voodoo, he pantomimed getting stuck with a needle to his heart and going down to his knees.

"I said enough beau," Pauli said. "You laugh all you want. But you stay away from me tomorrow. From now on...until you get straight with Marie...I don't know you."

"Pauli.." Dan said, coming to his feet. "Come on. I was just joking. There's no such thing as voodoo. Seriously. No such thing."

Dan wouldn't have laughed quite so hard if he had seen the inside of the Lebeaux household. There were skulls, runes, old rum bottles, and several dead chickens hanging from the ceiling. No voodoo was taking lightly here. It was serious business. It had been for generations. Ever since the original Marie Lebeaux had killed off the other voodoo queens and named herself to the throne.

And that same night the young Marie had told her mom about what happened at school.

"Mamma, there's this boy at school," the young Marie said to woman that was busy plucking the feather from a chicken. This wasn't voodoo rights, it was only dinner.

"And you like dis boy?" the older Lebeaux replied. "You want me to spell him for you? You want me to make him swoon?"

Young Marie's eyes blazed in fury. "No mamma. Dis boy make a fool of me. He want to know if I ask a girl to the prom. Make like I'm not a woman momma."

"I put the evil eye on this boy," the older Lebeaux said. "People got to know they don't trifle with a Lebeaux. Who is he?"

"Just a boy," Marie said. "He not from these parts. But no evil eye momma. He was mean, but he don't deserve to wind up like that."

"We got to teach lesson," the older Lebeaux said. "We got to. Otherwise people don't believe....and if people don't believe..."

She didn't need to tell her daughter. If people didn't believe, the she would be the last...the last voodoo queen.

"Oh no mamma," young Marie said. "We teach a lesson. But we teach the right lesson. I know you don' like me going to school mamma, but I learn about all sorts of things in my classes. Let me tell you about something called irony...then you can tell me if you have magic enough for it. Okay mamma?"

As the younger Marie told the older Marie what she wanted, the old voodoo queen began to smile and the smile grew more and more the more she pondered the implications.

"Oh I got magic enough for that honey," the voodoo queen said. "As a matter of fact, I think it's time you started doing some magic of your own."

"Me momma?"

"Yes, you chile',"the voodoo Queen said. "It's high time. Do you know the two kinds of magic girl?"

"White and black?"

"No chile'" Marie's momma said in a hushed tone. "There's real magic and then there's the other kind."

"What's the other kind?" the young girl asked. "You mean it's fake?"

"Oh no, we don't call it that," the older woman said. "Let's call it fickle magic. Let's say someone comes and pays me to put the eye on someone. Sure I can put the eye on them. But most times I wait and see if the fickle magic will do anything. Sometimes I may even help the fickle magic along by whispering something into someone else's ear. Like I hear this person goes out of town on the weekend. Would be a shame if something was stolen from them. That sort of thing."

"But that's just chance and dumb luck."

"Hush chile', that's fickle magic." the voodoo queen said with a gleam in her eye. "And it's the magic you will use 9 times out of 10."

"What about the other kind," the young girl asked. "What about real magic."

"Everyone always wants to know about the real kind," the older woman chided. "Din' I jus' say that you use the other more? That makes it jus' as important. Maybe more important. Oh I see in your eye girl, you think all my magic may be the fickle kind. Let me show you it ain't. Let me get some magic for you now that I'm done w' dis' rue."

The voodoo queen went back to her room and pushed in a knot in the floor then opened a loose board. Inside was a velvet bag. The old woman carefully untied the sash around the top and began to take the object out.

The young Marie Leveaux could feel the power from the object even from where she was. It was dark wood, and the room was poorly lit, but there seemed to be a darkness that surrounded the object. A sphere where shadow won over light.

"You feel the magic chile'" the older woman asked.

"Yes momma...but..." she could feel the power but there was something else about the object that was even more noticeable. It was what it was. It was made of mahogany and covered in runes, but there was something inescapable. It was phallic in shape.

No, not merely phallic. It was lurid and vulgar. The young girl wasn't experienced in such matters, but this didn't look to be merely some sort of old fashioned dildo from long days passed. The bulbous head looked like two plums that had been fused together. Then there was the shaft. Its girth was wider than her mother's hand; even though her mother had large hands. Its knots and twists seemed to be naturally made, but nature must have been feeling particularly perverse when it was forming this bizarre looking thing. There was also a series of smaller knots on the underside that ... Marie couldn't help but imagine a woman on her hands and knees, sweaty, being taken from the rear, grunting and groaning as each knot tugged at the woman's clit before rudely being pushed into her sex.

"It's like a gun," the older woman said. "This is the business end. You don't want ever...EVER...be at this end. This other...that is meant for you."

Somehow Marie hadn't even noticed the slim smooth shaft at the other end of the phallus.

"If this end is in you and you use the other on a voodoo witch," Marie Leveaux said. "Then you steal all her power."

"Yes chile'" the voodoo queen said. "That's how your great great grandmother became a voodoo queen. She stole this from a voodoo witch...then she used it on her. Then she kilt her just to be sure."

"But there ain't any voodoo witch's no more. But this thing still has uses. It can spell a girl. Can make her fall in love. It can do things to a man as well. your great grandmother found out by accident. She use it on the white man who thought he owned her. She didn't get his magic, but she got his strength. She tole' her daughter there was more. It took his manhood too. It make him small down there...while this thing grew bigger. It took several times, and each time he pleaded and begged more and more. After the second time he signed papers to free her. But she came back later and took him again and again. Till he grow tits and pussy. Till no one can tell he was ever a man. Ha! He won' no trouble to anyone after that."

"But I don't see how I can use this on Dan," Marie said. "I can't do like she did and just take him by force."

"Yes, it tricky using magic," the voodoo queen said. "Sometimes you must to sneaky things. Sometimes you must do hard things. Mean things. But it's past time for you to learn these things. So here's you will do this thing. You will make this boy grow tits and you will make sure that everyone at school knows. You will teach these youngins to fear the magic of Leveaux.

Or I will teach him myself. I will put on the evil eye and let the chips fall where they want."

The young girl was having second thoughts about mentioning Dan's comments. The boy really wasn't entirely to blame as he wasn't from there. But it was too late now.

Marie came up with a plan that night. A strange plan. A kinky plan. She masturbated three times and though she felt guilty about it each time after, the feelings in her body made her do it yet again.

With a contented sight she reckoned, this might not be so bad a plan after all.

The next day she talked to Megan. And wrote a note to Peter. It was all down hill from there.
*********

Now everyone was laughing at Dan's expense. Well, not so much laughing as smiling and pointing. He had to do something about it. He had to talk to Marie... to see if she'd help him put his reputation intact.

Dan felt a bit of fear this time as he approached the dark-skinned girl. But only a bit. There was no such thing as voodoo. It was a case of picking a bad apple to take to the prom. As a matter of fact, these rednecks fear of voodoo was turning out to be a blessing.

"Hi Marie," Dan said. "Can I talk to you for a minute?"

"Sure." Marie said in a friendly tone.

"Look about what I said last week," Dan began. "I'm really really sorry about that. I had no right."

"Okay," Marie said. "I forgive you."

That was easy. Maybe too easy.

"I was ahh...wondering if...see people think you put a hex on me."

"I didn't." Marie said dismissively.

"I know," Dan said. Oh this was going to be so simple. "But people ... well..they think you did. And well...could you pretend to ...well pretend like you did...and make a show of undoing it?"

"I wish I could..." Marie said. "Like I said. I didn't hex you. My momma did. An I ain't no voodoo queen Dan. My momma don't even let me mess with anything 'cept mixin' plants and such."

"Your momma....she hexed me?" Dan felt stunned. So it was true. 

"Yes," Marie said. "You can't mess with me. No one is allowed to mess with a Marie Leveaux. I mean...even though I ain't a voodoo queen now, I will be the next queen, once momma retires. So there's...rules 'bout such things."

"But you don't really believe..."

"I seen too much to not believe."

And the girl's eyes showed she wasn't playing. She really did believe.

"But what happened to me was ...just a mean girl and dumb luck."

"And what will it be the next time something bad happens?" Marie said. "Just worse luck. Dan...that's the way this stuff happens."

"Well could you pretend to the spell?" Dan begged. "I'm really in a bad spot here."

"I can't do it," Marie said. "Even if I wanted to. There's rules about these things. You go see another voodoo witch and tell her who laid that curse on you. See what happens. You be lucky to get out with your skin."

"But"

"Look, you tell 'em I undid it," Marie said. "And I won't tell 'em no different. Will that work?"

"I guess," Dan said. He thought it over for the rest of the day. It would do after all. he could make a big show of it and Marie would not say otherwise. Dan could embellish it a bit. Tell about going out to the woods at night. Yes, it'd be a good tale. He'd tell 'em all the very next day.

That afternoon after school, Dan felt better than he had all day. He went to start his car, but it wouldn't turn over. Damn. And there was an old beater next to his. It belonged to none other than Marie Leveaux. Luckily she happened to be going to her car.

"Marie..." Dan's voice felt small. "My ..car won't start. Could you..."

"Sure Dan," Marie said after giving a huff of annoyance. "Get in..I guess."

On the way Marie gave voice to Dan's suspicions.

"So you still think its just more dumb luck?" Marie asked. "Dumb luck what happened with that girl of yours. Dumb luck your car won't start. Dumb luck I was parked right next to you?"

But it wasn't dumb luck. It was a sock stuffed into Dan's exhaust pipe. 

"Maybe..." Dan was beginning to have doubts. At first he'd wondered if he'd been set up. But the girl sounded so casual about it. Hell, she'd even given voice to his own suspicions. The odds of such things were pretty slim.

Dan remembered the story of Pascal's wager. To believe in God or not. To believe, it cost nothing, but you got heaven in return. To disbelieve, it cost nothing and gave you eternal damnation.

At this point it seemed to make good sense to believe in a little voodoo.

"But I could be wrong," Dan said. "I wonder...well..could you get your mother to undo the hex?"

"Sure I could and she'd tell me no." Marie said. "You'd have to go to her and make a deal. And Dan, be real careful about making deals with my mom. I'm serious. This ain't no joke to her."

Dan didn't relish the thought of having to bargain with some voodoo woman. Who knew what her terms might be.

"...but there's one thing..." Marie said. "..never mind. Forget I said it."

"What?"

"No..." Marie said. "It's a bad idea."

"Tell me," Dan begged. "Please."

"You'll think it's stupid," Marie said. "And it probably is."

"What is it?"

"Well...you could come over to my house," Marie said. "And we could search around. See you can't just put a voodoo spell on somebody. It don't work like that. You got to have a way to tie the spell to 'em. Some hair. Something that belongs to them. Something personal. If we can find that...and burn it. It will break the hex - and my momma never has to know."

A bad idea? Dan was stunned. It was a fine idea. An absolutely great idea.

"Let's do it!" Dan said.

"Dan..." Marie shook her head. "You see? It sounds like a fine idea to you. What if this is the hex at work? See this is what happens? Your car breaks down and who happens by at that exact moment. Then we talk about your problem, and I say it's a crazy idea and it is. But you think it's a great one. That's just the way a hex works."

"But it would break the hex!" It was simple logic. This girl seemed smart at times, but she missed the basics.

"Will it?" Marie said. "Are is the hex working on you right now?"

"No," Dan said. "I would know if it was."

"Would you Dan?" Marie said. "Because my momma don't allow boys to visit me. So you got an idea of how you could come to my house and hang out with me so my momma doesn't suspect? Like I said, this be the hex at work."

"...yes..." Dan admitted slowly. He could see where this was going. He could see how the girl would think it was the hex at work. And maybe it was. He still had the clothes Megan had dressed him up in. Hidden in the bottom of his closet, because he hadn't found a way to sneak them out to throw in the trash yet. "Maybe you could look for it without me?"

"How do I know what is yours and what is somebody else's?" Marie said. "It's just a baseball card to me or a concert ticket. Only you can recognize what is yours."

"I..." Dan was conflicted. but he was beginning to believe. There seemed only one solution. If this was hex work- Dan saw no way except to give in till he could get it reversed. "I can dress up like a girl again. I could pretend to be a friend from school."

Marie looked at Dan inquisitively, tucking a thumb under his chin and tilting his head from side to side, appraising him in a manner he was unaccustomed to. "I would imagine you could fool my mom, if you keep quiet. I still say it's hex work. But if you want to do it, I'll help you if I can."

"Okay...I'll do it." Dan replied in a hushed voice. One more time. One final time.




The Voodoo that You Do



**************

Dan almost backed out several times. Especially after what had happened at Megan's house.

Worse, this time it was harder than he reckoned. The first time Megan had dressed him. This time, he did it on his own. The first time, Megan had all the supplies handy, this time Dan to get Marie to stop at a store on the way home to pick up the necessary supplies.

Then he lied to his parents and told them he had a date tonight and took everything he needed with him in his book bag. He changed clothes on the way and made up his face in the mirror. It took longer than he thought. It took even longer to find Marie's house, even though he had directions. He passed her drive several times, it didn't even look like a drive. More like a path into the swamp.

"Please please please, let this be Marie's house," Dan prayed as he walked to the door. He almost turned around and fled back home. The place looked scary. And what would happen if someone opened the door and saw him dressed as he was in a little skirt. He would be helpless. He couldn't bring himself to go on the porch. What if this was some sort of cruel joke. What if Marie sent him out here to some strange home full of these weird sounding creole people.

"You just gonna stand there all day?" A voice croaked from the window. "Come in girl, the is Marie Leveaux's house. If you want a spell or hex worked, a boy to fall in love, a rival to fall...heh..heh..heh...you come to de' right place."

"Momma," a younger voice whined. "You are embarrassing me. I tole' you my friend was coming over tonight."

"Friend?" the old voice croaked. "A white girl? You got some strange ideas in your head girl. But at least you ain't trying to bring a boy to my house. Let me catch you and I'll skin you alive...heh..heh...and I hope he's a big strapping boy, cause I got me a hungry gator out back. Come in girl. What's keeping you out there."

The fucking gator, Dan thought. Shit, but it was too late to back out now. The porch creaked as he went up the steps of the shack. The place made his legs tremble. They trembled even more when he saw inside. Skulls, weird drawings that looked like they were made with dark grease, candles, a rooster in a cage. Fuck, these were some strange people.

At least there was a familiar face there - his classmate Marie. She took him by the hand, and pulled him inside.

"Momma," Marie said. "We are going to my room."

That he would never be seen again suddenly crossed Dan's mind. His parents didn't know where he was. No one did. This was a really bad idea. However, once he was inside Marie's room he instantly felt better.

It was a normal room. Poor. But normal. There were no strange drawings, no chickens, no jars of herbs and pickled gross things. There were posters on the wall with regular groups and TV show icons. There was a small TV. It was lit by electricity, and there was a small twin bed.

The room put him at ease. It looked more suitable for a young girl, and looked a bit out of place for the tall dark skinned girl that lived there now. But it fit now that Dan thought about it. With no real friends and an overprotective mother...this room was the result.

"Want to watch some TV?" Marie said. "We've got to kill some time until my mom leaves. Then the house is all ours. We'll only have an hour to search...forty-five minutes to be safe."

Marie began to flip through the channels. "I think the office is on. You want to watch it?"

"Sure," Dan replied. This was almost normal. Hanging out with a friend who ignored that he was dressed like a girl, while he ignored the weirdness that was going on in this strange house.

But it wasn't long before Dan felt a hand on his thigh. If he were wearing jeans and dressed as a boy, he wouldn't have given it a second thought. But now, now it was all he could think of. That and his new-found vulnerability. And he was truly vulnerable. A girl could take offense of a misplaced hand. A boy was expected to ignore it.

"You make a pretty girl," Marie said. "When I saw that video with you and your girlfriend, and you were making out, at first I thought it was two girls. And when they said one was a boy, I thought it was the other girl; the more aggressive one."

"It was...just a game...." Dan demurred.

"And then that boy came in the window," Marie continued. "A real man would have kicked that boy's ass, but you just sat on the bed and watched. I'm wondering..."

And that hand on his thigh became more inquisitive. It move up above his tights and went under the hem of his skirt.

"What are you doing?" Dan whispered as he grabbed her by the wrist lest she molest him.

"I want to know," Marie said. "If you still have balls or if my mother has hexed them off you."

"It's not my fault. I couldn't fight him," Dan pleaded. "Not dressed like...like this... What if he had found out? Jeez, I can barely walk in these shoes."

"Stop squirming dummy," Marie said. "Do you want my mother to find you?"

"No..." Dan admitted begrudgingly. Because it wasn't just his squirming, but Marie's as she wrestled her wrist free.

"Please..." Dan begged. His secret was obvious now anyway. His little skirt had tented up once more. Dan's knees trembled with his embarrassment.

"What do I spy?" Marie teased. "Did wrestling me turn you on? You want to wrestle some more? Or is it the way you are dressed? You like wearing girl's clothes? Does it turn you on?"

"Marie..." Dan hissed, lurching out of bed. But he didn't go far because she still held firmly to the hem of his short skirt. A skirt that now hung dangerously low on his hips. "Stop it Marie...please..."

If he had on jeans, he could have pulled away. He could have walked out the door. These clothes...these clothes made him so helpless. So impotent. How did girls manage day in and day out? Now, he stood and pulled on his skirt, preventing it from falling further, yet forcing him close to her, while one of her hands captured his erect cock through the fabric of his skirt and the other roamed unopposed over his body. 

"You didn't tell that little blond slut to stop did you?" Marie whispered in Dan's ear. "And I'm a better girl than her, ain't I Dan?"

There was only one answer to such a question. The only one that wouldn't cause this impetuous girl to get mad and call for her mom.

"Yes ...you are better."

"And I'm prettier too, ain't I?"

No, you are too tall. Too big boned. your nose too broad. Too coarse. But even so, Dan could see that the girl had her redeeming qualities. She had a full sensual mouth. Dark mysterious eyes. And perhaps, perhaps she wasn't a cruel bitch. No one could be as cruel as Megan had been.

"Yes..." Dan whispered. "you are prettier."

Marie took him by the chin and tilted his head up. Her mouth came down. Dan didn't know if this was what he wanted. Still, he let her kiss him. She wasn't much of a kisser. Not like Megan. It was as if she were...learning. First pecks, then tongue...figuring out how to keep their noses out of the way; all the while, her hand pumped up and down on Dan's hard cock.

The effects soon began to mount on the entrapped boy. His eyes closed. He responded to the kiss.

Marie pulled away and looked at Dan's dazed expression. She quickly grew more confident. Her kisses grew passionate - hungry. She nibbled his ears. She sucked his neck. She pinched his nipples and felt his cock throb in her hand.

It was time.

She led him to the bed by his cock, pulling him along as if it were a leash. Dan went along without protest. She may not have been the kind of girl he planned on, but his cock was quite sure she'd do.  If only he weren't dressed like a girl..but he had to admit the kinkiness was a turn on. But God...oh God he was scared. What if her mom found out? Was there really an alligator in their back yard?

Marie turned off the TV and turned on the radio, increasing the volume until it was loud. Then she turned off the lamp, plunging the room into darkness. Dan could feel her sliding his panties down his legs. Her hot breath between his thighs. Her tongue gliding up his cock. Oh God! It was heaven.


Then he felt her lips at the tip of his cock. Even over the music, he could hear the sound of her sucking as she took him in. This..this was what Peter had experienced. Oh this was heaven all right.

Well, Peter could have Megan..the slut. Dan had a girl of his own now.

But before Dan could take his satisfaction, Marie's mouth pulled away. There was the sound of a zip and the rustling of clothes. Then Dan heard a drawer open. More rustling. Was she getting out a condom? Then a grunt followed by a wet sound. Then she was behind him. Nuzzling his neck. Capturing his cock once again. Pumping it. Playfully squeezing his swollen balls.Teasing him till his knees trembled. Making a fist and putting it around the head of his prick. With her other hand, she took him by the neck and bent him over.

"You want it," Marie whispered. "You have to work for it."

It was an awkward position to be sure, bent over as he was. But, Dan felt it a bit presumptuous to tell Marie that this wasn't the position that guys had sex in. Besides, Dan wasn't an expert by any mean as he was technically still a virgin. So he tried to go with it. And he discovered that if he arched his back, that he could pump his slim hips, driving his cock into her fist. It was slick and wet, as if she'd put lotion on. Not as soft and sensual as her mouth. It was hard and callused, but oh..oh God yes...it would do.

At least this once.

Ahhh...now he realized what the wet sound was. He pumped his hips more until his slim prick had been drilled all the way into Marie's tight fist. Oh fuck. It felt so much better than when he did it himself. It wouldn't be long.  He moved his hips back to withdraw and made a terrifying discovery.

There was something pressing against him. Something hard. Something where it ought not be. He froze.

"Don't you want to cum?" Marie whispered playfully as she rolled Dan's tight balls with one hand before once again making a fist and pushing it down on his cock till it rested firmly against the base of his cock.

Dan grunted as he fought to right himself, but Marie's hand on his neck had him firmly pushed down on the bed. And her other hand that held his cock felt so fucking good. There was only one problem...

...if he wanted friction, he'd have to move his hips.

"Work for it. Come on... Just a little..." Marie urged. "Doesn't it feel good?"

And Dan gave the tiniest of motions with his hips. It wasn't much. Just a tiny flexing. And it did, it did feel nice to have something touching him there while his dick was wrapped so snugly in her grip. But he would never. He could never. Only fags did things like that. And Dan was no fag. He liked girls. He liked them a lot.

"Marie..." Dan whispered even has his hips rocked more. "I...I don't want to do it like this. Let's do it the regular way."

"Shhh...my mother will hear." Marie said.

Dan rocked more. God he was losing it. Losing control. But there was one thing that prevented him from totally losing it. He began to come to terms with the thing's size. The thing was big. It would ....hurt...

That was when it first entered Dan and the moment the first surge of power flowed into Marie. It was hot and warm. God, she needed more of that feeling. Her hips thrust of their own volition. Plunging the phallus into Dan's tight bottom.

"Oh God," Dan groaned and then his breath was taken away. The thing wasn't just poking into his now. It was IN him. And it was big. So fucking big. And it hurt. It felt like something had gone wrong inside him. He wanted it out. He wanted away. But somehow he couldn't move.

Couldn't fight. Couldn't shout. Couldn't even protest. Couldn't even support his own weight. Ahh...God...

Dan went down on his hands and knees. With Marie going right after, still pushing the monster further and further inside him. God, when would it stop? How big - how big was it? 

But it did stop. And the thrust was reversed. The phallus withdrawn. There was a moment, just a small moment between withdraw and thrust that Dan felt he could have gotten free, could have at least said, no please stop. I don't want this.

But that moment passed so quickly. Then once again it was as if his body was no longer his own. He moaned. Then he stayed there on hands and knees and of their own volition, his legs opened legs wider. Offering himself up. It wasn't sane. It wasn't something he should have done. After all, it hurt.

The second thrust didn't hurt as much. By the fourth pain had given way to pleasure. Dan was humping his hips back. Fucking and being fucked.

He felt a spasm inside him. A flood of heat. Marie's hand growing wet and sticky with his seed. It was over almost as quickly as it started. With a shivering moan, Dan rested his head on the rough plank flooring. He felt weak as a babe.

Dan heard steps and then a drawer slide shut. Then the light was turned on.

Marie looked at the boy strewn out on her floor. He didn't look like much of a boy with the skirt pulled up to his waist and his shirt pulled up, exposing a purple bra with tissue falling out. His asshole was red, and he looked helpless with everything just sitting out in the open like that. However, there in between his legs...it was still there. Hadn't her mom said he was going to change into a girl?

Well he was pretty. Marie felt a stirring in her loins at his prostrate form. Perhaps there was time to do it again? She looked at the clock. Shit! They had been at it longer than she thought.

"Get up baby," Marie said. "We don't have long to look before my mom gets back home."

Dan groaned and sat up, pulling his skirt down to protect his modesty. A skirt. God, why had he agreed to to this again. It seemed like every time Dan ended up in that skirt, bad things happened. Dan was ashamed, so very ashamed. 

Marie had no such inhibitions and stood naked from the waist down. He could see her tight curly pubes and the dark almost purple lips of her labia. She was wet and her clit was swollen.

Dan wondered about had happened between the two of them? Was Marie still his friend or had he been used once again. Used and tossed aside like Megan had done.

Marie helped Dan from the floor and she kissed him again. Roaming her hands over his body. Megan had never done that. She'd been busy with that other boy.

Dan felt a bit more confidence return. He had to find out one last thing.

"You won't tell anyone about this will you?" Dan said. "Please Marie...I'm..I'm begging you."

"Who would I tell?" Marie said. 

"Promise?" Dan said.

"I promise you Dan." Marie said. And she said it in such a way that Dan knew the girl was truthful.

And slowly whatever spell had robbed him of his will returned.

"Good," Dan said. "Because I'm not doing this again. We might...try to be friends first and we can see what happens. But I'm not doing this. Not dressing in these clothes. Not ..not doing what we did earlier - on the floor."

Dan shuddered. His ass still hurt.

"Since you so ashamed of being with me tonight," Marie's eyes hardened. "How about you get that mess off the floor before mom sees it."

Dan blushed at the sight of the pearly puddle he left behind. Evidence of his body's betrayal. Proof that he had enjoyed what happened. He got some tissue and mopped it up, while doing damage control.

"I'm not saying I don't like you Marie," Dan said. "But Megan talked me into wearing this stupid outfit. And I feel like you...well the way you treated me tonight...it felt like...like.. you took advantage...."

"Advantage of you? Oh no, not on purpose Dan. I warned you didn't I? It's hex work!" Marie said with feigned realization. Lying of course, but all the while wondering why she was lying. So what if he knew what had passed between the two of them. That had been the plan. To humiliate him, like he humiliated her. However, for some inexplicable reason, Marie didn't want him to know now. "I felt it too. Like I was being controlled. Taken advantage of. Like something else was in charge. Didn't you?"

Yes..well not quite, but close enough. Hexwork. Was this part of the hex? Was there even such a thing as hexwork? More and more Dan was coming to believe there was.

"We need to hurry and find what she has of yours," Marie said. "We don't have long."

They looked high and low around the house. However, there was one big problem. The place was a cornucopia of many such items. There were locks of hair attached to handmade dolls. There were rings -watches. All sorts of personal items. But nothing that Dan recognized as being his. Worse, they didn't have time enough to look - and so much time was wasted because Marie kept touching and kissing him.

Dan protested the first few times, but he had to admit he enjoyed it.

Soon on his way back home, and he never found the item that was used to work the hex on him. At least this time he had clothes to change into, and he didn't have to sneak into a window.

Dan made up his mind about one thing that night as he lay in bed, trying to ignore the pain in his ass. He was not doing THAT again. What's more, he was going to throw away that cursed outfit before it got him in anymore trouble.

*************************

The next morning Dan groggily and reached down as usual to scratch his chest, before rising from bed. Before, he hadn't believed in voodoo or hexes, but like breaking mirrors, he gave it a healthy dose of respect.

However, that morning as his hands came into contact with two small soft pillows that hadn't been there the night before, Dan began to believe.

Oh he believed in voodoo alright.

His heart began to pound. They were small, but they were very much there. Breasts. Two of them. With aureoles. With horror he felt the tiny nubs of his nipples stiffen and crinkle against his palms.

He reached down between his legs with sudden fear. He was comforted. Yes, he was still whole. He tossed back the blankets and surmised the damage. It was worse than he thought. There weren't just breasts...other things had changed as well.

He looked softer. His knees were no longer knobby. His muscles smaller. His ass more round. His hair, he began to regret his long hair style - for his hair seemed to have more body, more natural curl. His prick...his balls...both were smaller. His face...while still his face....looked different. Less guy - more girl.

There were more problems too. His clothes didn't fit anymore. His shoes were bigger. Everything was big on him, except the seat of his pants, which felt tight.

Most everything could be hid. Only the breasts..his breasts posed a problem, because it was too hot for a coat. Feeling ingenious, he found some elastic support that he had for his sprained ankle three months earlier and wrapped it around his chest. Which wasn't comfortable, not at all. It felt like being kneed in the balls, only these balls were on his chest. There wasn't anything he could to about that, it would have to do.

At least till he could get Marie to help him. If he had to, he'd go directly to her mother and get this hex business removed - no matter what it took.

There was worse news to come. Today, Marie was not as helpful.

"I told you it was hexwork," Marie said. "You need to stop fighting it. You are only making things worse."

"Please," Dan begged. "You have to help me. Just ask your mother to undo this hex."

Marie licked her lips and there was a look in her eye that Dan didn't like.

"And what will you do for me?" Marie asked. "What do I get out of the deal?"

"I...I'll pay you whatever you want." Dan stammered.

"I don't want money," Marie said, pulling Dan close to her. "I want you to do something for me."

"I'll do anything you want...but I don't want to wear ...I think your mother may have hexed the outfit I was wearing...because my body...it's been changing to fit it."




The Voodoo that You Do



"I don't like that outfit anyway. It makes me think of that little blond bitch," Marie said. "Besides, I have something else in mind."

Which reassured Dan. But it shouldn't have. After school they went to the mall, and Marie picked out some clothes for Dan to wear - and Dan paid for them. She sent him home and left him with instructions for things to do before he picked her up that night.

In the shower Dan held can of shaving cream as if he were scared of it. His mind protested. He knew he shouldn't. He'd protested vigorously when Marie had suggested.

Yet, he remembered her words.

"Fine then. You're on your own."

But Dan didn't want to be on his own. He needed help. He was inexperienced with this voodoo business. He needed her. He needed Marie.

So, Dan did what he had to, he gave a sigh, filled up his hand with gel, and began to rub in over his body. He picked up a razor with trembling fingers. Then he began to shave.

First his legs, then under his arms, the pubes that made their way up to his belly button. God, he wanted to back out of this desperately. But one look down at the mounds on his chest made him determined. His pubes were next and finally his balls.

His looked at his cock. It was fully erect now. Was it smaller? Oh God, it was, he was sure of it. He pinched a nipple. It felt good. It felt great. He pulled his hands away. No. No he wasn't going to do this. It would be playing into the hands of this fucking hex.

He made his hair pretty and put on a cap to hide his handiwork. He looked in the bag that Marie had given him.

"Wear what's in the bag and only what's in the bag." Marie had told him.

On the bright side, there was much more fabric than Megan's outfit and the shoes were more sensible. On the downside, there was no bra and the panties were a small thong.

Dan tried the thong first, but his erection wouldn't subside. He finally gave in and jerked off into a tissue. He shuddered when he realized that his cum was no longer pearly but clear. His heart pounded in fear. He was tempted to call 911, but who would believe him? Yes I'd like to report a hex. Yes, currently happening to me right now. What is happening? Well, my cock is smaller and I'm growing breasts.

God no. They'd just laugh at him. There was only Marie.

With his cock nestled tightly in the small thong, Dan looked in the mirror realized with growing humiliation that it didn't appear to be a boy looking back at him, but a girl - a pretty girl.

He put on his boy clothes and left the house with a quick note to his parents. Once again he changed clothes on the way. It was only then that he realized this outfit was ...if anything ...worse than the one Megan had dressed him in.

It was a white baby doll. And yes, at first glance there was more fabric - much more. But looking down at himself, he felt more vulnerable than he could have imagined. He'd seen girls in dresses like this and never thought of the style as being particularly sexy. Kind of like a girl in a bag. However, wearing it was another matter.

Up top, there wasn't much. Straps that exposed his shoulders and neck. Two cups where his breasts were to go. Then below that, there was an abundance of fabric, which if his assumptions proved correct, if he spun in a circle, it would splay up and bare him underneath. Worse, the fabric was white and thin and could be seen through when the light was just right.

Just one night. Just one night and then things will get back to normal Dan prayed.

He picked up Marie at her house. Her mom went to the window of Dan's SUV and rapped on it with a gnarled stick.

"Ma'am?" Dan said.

"You both be back by 11:30," the old voodoo queen said. "No drinkin' and no boys - I'm holding you responsible. I'll hex you girl. Sure enough I'll hex you."

"Yes ma'am." Dan gulped. It was an effort to retain control of his bladder, so great was his fear of this old witch.

"Remember what I said."

"Yes ma'am." Dan said, his voice trembling with new respect. No drinking. No boys. 11:30. He'd have her back well before that.

"You look pretty enough to eat," Marie said, as she ran her hand up Dan's skirt.

Dan tried to stop her. This was becoming a habit. A habit he was determined to break, but that he seemed as powerless to resist as Marie's advances.

"Please..." Dan begged.

"Stop fretting baby," Marie said. "You belong to me tonight."

"But I'm driving," Dan whimpered.

Then Marie saw something new and her nostrils flared.

"What are these?" Marie pulled down the strap that held up Dan's dress. "Are these new. I don't remember seeing them last night."

Dan blushed a bright crimson as Marie thumbed his nipple, drawing it to hardness and arousal.

"ahhhh...." Dan moaned and he car rumbled as it hit the shoulder.

Marie stopped teasing his nipple and Dan got his car back on the road again.

"My body is changing," Dan said, as a lone tear ran down his cheek. "It's the hex. That's...why...that's why I need your help - now more than ever."

"I want to see you...all of you," Marie said. "Pull over there. Now go back into the woods here. No, not that way, you'll get stuck. This way. Further..futher...now shut off the engine - but leave on the lights."

And Marie took Dan in front of the car to stand bathed by the bright headlights. There were bugs and moths, but the mosquitos didn't bother them. Marie kissed him and fondled him, the abruptly stripped him. Leaving him blushing, and hunched over, one hand over his crotch, the other over his newly developed breasts.

"Do you want my help?" Marie asked.

Dan nodded reluctantly. The fire in his loins had since dried his tears, but did nothing to stop his chin from trembling.

"Then move your hands," Marie said. "I want to see."

Marie gasped as the hands went down. The changes were subtle and small, but the whole was greater than the sum of each part. Dan..looked ...feminine. And she had done it.

The very thought of it made her.

Hot.

"You have breasts now. Did you have them at school today or is this a new 'development'?" Marie giggled at her pun.

"I've had...them all day..." Dan stammered. "I hid them."

"And gym?" Marie asked.

"I..said I was sick."

"It's not just the breasts...or your nipples...it's your stomach, your hips, your thighs, your knees."

"I know!" Dan snipped. He knew all too well.

"Turn around." Marie ordered.

With cheeks burning, Dan reluctantly obeyed.

"And a chunky little bottom," Marie teased. "It was cute before, but that bottom doesn't belong to a Dan...it belongs to a Danielle."

"That bottom belongs to me Marie," Dan said with his voice trembling on the verge of tears that threatened to resume. He soon lost his battle and his chest heaved, then the tears began to fall. "And I want it back the way it was."

"Oh Dan, there's no reason to cry. You look pretty...like a pretty little flower," Marie purred in Dan's ear.

But Dan didn't want to look pretty. Or like a flower. Flowers were delicate and easily bruised. He wanted to look like a man again. He wanted to be back the way he was.

"I don't want to be pretty...I want.." Dan stammered. "I want to be handsome again. Will you help me? Please?"

"I'll talk to my mom," Marie said, as she unzipped her jeans and rolled the denim down her hips. Her shirt soon joined the discarded pants on the ground, "But first..you are the only one who has ever made me feel...special. I want you to make me feel that way again. Make me feel special...make me feel it tonight - one last time."

The dark skinned girl sat down on the hood of Dan's car and spread her legs lewdly.

Dan assumed this would be his chance, but Marie stopped his advance with a foot to his chest.

"No Dan," Marie said. "After seeing you...all of you tonight, I can't picture you as a man anymore. Tonight -  we are going to make love, but you are going to be my girl. Now try again."

"But it's the hex.  I'm not - I'm not a girl..." Dan stammered looking down at his erect cock. Here was proof. He wasn't a girl. He was a man.

"Suit yourself," Marie said, abruptly turning cold. "Why don't you just take me home?"

"Wait!" Dan didn't want to take her home. Not unless she were going to help him reverse whatever had been done to him.

"So you will make me feel special?" Marie teased. "And be my girl?"

Dan meekly nodded his head.

"Then come here and make love to me - " Marie purred. 

Dan's cheeks burned. What would a girl do? What had Megan done for Peter? Ah, he remembered. He didn't want to, but he felt compelled nonetheless. 

Dan went down to his knees. He could feel them sink down into the soft mud. He looked up expectantly.

"That's my girl," Marie smiled and parted her thighs. Her hands roamed over her full ripe breasts.

Dan inhaled her musk. He had nothing against this. It was fine for a boy to please a girl orally. He took hold of the band of her panties and began to pull, but Marie didn't budge.

"Lick me first."

Through the fabric? But by then the question was moot as she was already pulling him into her.

Dan licked. The taste was of stale cotton and the tang of sex. It was rough against his tongue. But as she persisted they grew damp and the going grew easier.

Marie stripped her panties off and leaned back on the hood before quickly coming back up to where she had been before.

"Fuck that hood is hot," Marie said. "I think I may have burned myself, how are you going to make it up to me?"

Dan began to lick. In earnest this time. It was much easier now. And much more rewarding. It was the closest he'd ever been to a pussy. He licked her labia. He worked her clit. He followed her instructions to please her better. He learned when to flutter. When to stroke his tongue up and down.

Sometimes her instructions seemed a bit humiliating.

When she told him to get his tongue in there. It wasn't a suggestion like her other requests, it was more of an order. And she grabbed him by the head and pulled him in tight to be sure he was up to the task.

Or when she wanted to hear him suck.

"Suck that pussy."

Dan did even though he felt funny inside. Where had he heard that before? He wondered as he he sucked her. Drinking her copious juices.

Marie said. "Let me hear you when you do it."

Cheeks burning Dan sucked, allowing his saliva and her nectar to slip past his lips as he sucked. It made...almost a squeaking sound. A sound he remembered. The sound Megan made when she went down on her boyfriend.

"Oh that's it," Marie said. "Keep going."

And Dan looked down at his mud covered knees. Realized where he was and what he was doing. He had looked down on Megan for doing such as this, and here he was in a similar position. Was he a....slut? No, no he wasn't. Dan didn't do this for just anyone, he only did it for Marie.

"Oh that's it, fuck fuck fuck," Marie cried, her ass humping, accidentally touching the hot hood of the car, feeling a warm flush shoot from her hips to her loins. Her legs going out at right angles. A tight feeling in her sex. And finally release.

Dan wasn't the only one who had been changed. Marie had as well. She was stronger for one. But there was another change. One Dan discovered by surprise.

Marie gave a sharp cry and her hips pumped. Then a gush of girl cum leapt spouted from Marie's sex. Filling Dan's mouth...his nose. Choking him slightly and covering him from head to toe in girl cum.

Her long dark legs drew together in a spasm, then lashed out once more as she gushed again, this time with less volume, a narrow stream instead of a geyser. There was one final spasm and Marie closed her eyes and trembled in the aftermath of her orgasm.

"Wow baby that was a good one," Marie said and kissed Dan, tasting herself on his lips. Seeing him there, drenched in her juices, she saw him in a new light. Her heart yearned for this boy she was beginning to love.


"Now it's your turn," Marie said.

And by now Dan had given up hope. He didn't think that she'd meant that she'd return the favor. No, she'd have something else in mind.

"I want to make love to you" Marie said. 

Dan was led to the car hood, but unlike Marie, he was facing the car. He was aroused and hard and he took enjoyment while Marie pumped him from behind,and between his legs as if she were milking a cow. He even spread his legs and pumped his slim hips to enjoy the sensation.

"It fits all the way inside my hand now," Marie said as she continued pumping Dan's cock. "Last night it poked out from the top of my hand. Are you hard? It sure feels hard. Can you make it grow bigger?"

"No...not anymore...the hex..." Dan stammered. God he wished he could. But no, he was just a fraction of his former self. "Please Marie...that's why I need you to help me."

"I'll help you baby," Marie purred. "But first you have to help me."

With that, Marie squirted some lube in his asshole. It was cold and Dan trembled as she worked it in with one finger before adding another to join it.

"I don't..." Dan began, but trailed off after. Last night he told her it was the last time ever. But the words, "But first you have to help me" echoed in his ears.

Dan knew what Marie wanted. It wasn't what he wanted, but sometimes sacrifices had to be made. Well, tonight would be it. Tonight would definitely be the last time.

Closing his eyes, Dan spread his legs and arched his back in preparation for what was to come.

Marie gave a grunt as she inserted the small end of the phallus into her sex. The big end? The monstrous end was destined for the tight tiny crater in front of her. Last night she hadn't been able to see the contrast. How something so small would accommodate something so large?

She began to press it home.

Dan's back arched further and he grit his teeth. Make no mistake, it hurt. He tried to flee the onslaught, only to feel the heat of the engine. No, he couldn't escape that way. He tried to relax his rear, it was his only other alternative.

"Oh God," Dan moaned as the head slipped in. At once. he regretted relaxing and allowing the monster to slide home. Now that he had invited it into his home, no matter how he tried, he couldn't make it leave or even slow its progress.

God...it was in. Marie was amazed that it was inside Dan. A wave of power throbbed in her loins as the obscene relic worked its magic.

Poor Dan, he thought the weakness was his own. A natural reaction of his body due to being helpless to stop the advance of the monster in his gut, making him weak, making him slide down the grill of the car, down to the damp grass and mud below.

"Ugh..ugh..ughh..." Dan grunted with Marie's every thrust. The cool mud felt good against the hot sweating orbs that now resided on his chest.

"Oh baby," Marie cooed. "You like it? I'm fucking that hot ass. You coming baby? You coming for me?"

No he wasn't. Dan began to stroke his cock. Faster and faster. He wanted to come. Desperately. But it wasn't happening. And Marie spanked his ass. Ordering him to move those hips. Asking him once again. "You coming baby?"
The monster spearing him inside.

Dan didn't want to do what he was about to do. He didn't know much about sex, but he'd heard enough to know that men always had orgasms, it was women...women..that faked them. It was a further depth to sink. One additional blow to his masculinity.

"Oh God...oh God," Dan moaned, working his hips and arching his body in the way he thought it should if he were really climaxing.

"That it huh?" Marie said. "You like that huh?"

"Oh yeah...right there..." Dan said. "He remembered Marie had told him that when she was ready to climax.

"There?" Marie asked, working him in that spot, fast and furious.

"There...I God...I'm coming...oh oh.oh..." Dan panted. "I'm..ah..ah...ahh...coming..."

Then he collapsed in the mud. Finally, it was over.

"You'll talk to your mom?" Dan asked on the way home; his fingers intertwined with Marie's. He could feel the mud drying on his knees and hands. His ass ached. 

"Yes," Marie nodded, feeling a bit guilty. He was so innocent to all she had done to him. He trusted her, and she'd already hexed him some more. "I'll talk to my mom."

She would talk to her mom, the first thing when she got home, and figure out some way from the mess.

+++++++++++++


Dan was terrified when he awoke the next morning. He lay there under his sheets for minutes before he dared pull them from his body. Had Marie talked to her mother? Had she reversed the spell? What would he find?

Dan blinked back the tears that formed in his eyes.

There was a stranger in his bed. His aureoles had grown and his nipples were thicker. His hips wider. His stomach rounder. His balls were the size of grapes. His cock...his cock was small...like a pinky finger.

God no. No..no..no.

He began to cry in frustration. After he sobbed for awhile, he got out of bed. He had to go to school. Giving up was not an option. He had to talk to Marie. Find out what was going on.

Dressing today was even harder than the day before. He had to cut a hole in his belt to get his pants to stay up. His breasts were too big to hide with the elastic tape alone, he wore an old coat. It was going to be hot today, but he didn't have a choice.

Marie was waiting for him at school and pulled him to the side.

"Mom wouldn't do it," Marie said and was telling the truth. Her mother told her there were two choices, a hex or the girl could finish the job. "She said that you were going to be a lesson...an example to everyone. That it was either this or the evil eye."

Dan began to cry. It was truly hopeless.

"The evil eye?" Dan asked hopefully.

"No Dan," Marie said with an involuntary shudder.

"But she did say there was one other thing...." After much crying on the young girl's part. "You are not going to like it..."

"I'll do anything..." Dan begged.

And Marie explained what her mother wanted and Dan's eager expression soon changed - from disbelief, to horror, then finally to reluctant acceptance.

"But...but...that's nearly just as bad as the alternative."

"I know," Marie said, tilting Dan's head up by his chin and kissing him. "But it won't be so bad. You'll see. I'll make sure no one says anything to you."

"I..I..."

"I brought you some clothes," Marie handed Dan a bag of clothes.

"So soon?" Dan's heart was pounding.

"My mom is going to pick me up today after school," Marie said. "You are going to have to walk out to the car with me."

Oh God. Dan walked to the bathroom, but Marie stopped him.

"This one." Marie said. "This one is where you go now."

Double damn. The girl's restroom. Dan went in with Marie and they locked themselves into a stall.

"Has anything else happened to you?" Marie asked as she tugged at Dan's coat.

"Yes." Dan's cheeks burned as he stood naked in front of the tall dark girl with one arm draped over his newly developed mounds and the other cupping his privates.

"Let me see," Marie whispered a bit too eagerly.

"Please Marie - it's embarrassing," Dan whined.

Marie grew impatient and reached up and tugged Dan's hands away, easily overpowering him.

"Oh my!" Marie gasped. Except for the small cock, Dan was all girl now.

"Are you sure you want to go through with this?" Marie asked.

"Yes," Dan replied. "I mean I don't want to. Unless you can get your mom to reverse this hex.."

"There ain't no reversing to it," Marie said. "This is how you will look from now on. What girl would want a boy more girl than boy? And what boy would want a girl with that? We could tell mom to finish it." Marie said as she stroked Dan's cock to hardness.

Tears streamed down Dan's cheeks. It was hopeless. It was far too late. He was ruined.

"Except for me Dan," Marie said. "I love you just the way you are. I love your small breasts. I love your tight ass. I love your cute cock."




The Voodoo that You Do



And she did. She loved him like a girl loves her favorite doll. She loved him so hard it was like an obsession. It was the possessive kind of love, a love that wanted him like this, neither man nor woman enough for anyone else save her.

"Do you?" Dan asked, his tears beginning to dry. "Really?"

"It's so pretty," Marie purred. "I can't keep my hands or mouth off of it."

"So you mean...that you still like me?" Dan asked, as if his whole world depended on the answer - and in a way it did.

"I love you," Marie said. "Whether the hex stops here or if you want her to finish it up."

Marie grabbed Dan by his narrow waist and hoisted him up atop the toilet as if he weighed less than nothing. She took his hard cock in her mouth and sucked eagerly.

"Oh God.." Dan groaned. It felt so good. So damned good. The finger that was inserted in his ass quickly sent him over the edge. He held onto Marie tightly for support, while his body trembled so hard from orgasm that he could barely stand.

Marie took his weight and sucked him dry, then helped Dan down.

"See, it won't be so bad," Marie said, and dressed him in new clothes. First came panties and a bra. The bra lifting his small breasts and showing a bit of cleavage just to make sure everyone would know that he had breasts. The panties were boy cut, but were like no boy cut he'd ever worn. No, these hugged his cute rear in such a fashion that every curve of his plump cheeks were visible. Then the waistband plunged down from his hips down past the rounded swell of his abdomen. No, these weren't boy shorts by a long shot.

The jeans were nearly as bad as the panties. They seemed normal jeans when he put them on. But these fit in a way that jeans had never fit. For one thing, they were so snug that he had to shimmy into them and struggle with the zip and button. What's worse is they were low. His old jeans had risen up much higher, almost to his belly button. However, the jeans Marie had given him rose much lower. They exposed his hips, the swell of his abdomen, and a bit too much of his bottom to suit Dan. Perhaps the T-shirt would make up for the shortcomings of the jeans.

It didn't. It turned out the shirt was not a T, but a tanktop, with thin spaghetti straps. It did nothing to hide the powder blue straps of his bra or the small mounds on his chest. Luckily it went down almost to the waistband of his jeans. He tugged his jeans up and his tank down to cover the skin that was visible. He didn't like it, but it'd have to do.

Next, Marie helped with the makeup and took him to the mirror.

Dan stood in shock. He didn't look like a boy in girl's clothes which was what he feared. No, he looked like a girl in girl's clothes which in a way was much worse.

But it wasn't as bad as Dan had reckoned. Everyone stared, but no one said anything to him. No even teachers. They all knew what had happened and who was responsible. It was voodoo. And Dan took full advantage by holding Marie's hand and walking next to her whenever he had the opportunity.

The only person to say anything was Pauli.

"My God," Pauli whispered. "Why didn't you talk to her? Why didn't you make a bargain?"

"I did talk to her. And we made a - bargain. The other choice was ....worse...much worse" Dan said with a shudder. "So ...I'm...I'm a girl now."

"I'm sorry Danny," Pauli said. "I know it seems bad...but my gramp.. my gramp had it worse. He's ...he got turned into...a gator...he lives in the swamp behind Marie Leveaux's."

The truth was that Pauli's grandfather had run off with a waitress down in Baton Rouge, but had enlisted Marie's help in disappearing. The only voodoo was the story Marie spread of how she'd turned a man into a crocodile.

Both boys believed that it was real though...and whispered lest the old voodoo queen could hear them even here.

************

At the end of the day Dan walked with Marie to her mother's car. His knees shook. He had never been so scared in all his life.

"So this is the boy huh?" the voodoo queen asked. "He the one who done been to my house. I thought I tole you bout sneaking boys home..."

"He ain't a boy no more momma, is he?'" Marie said.

"You remember what you promised me?" the voodoo queen asked. "We got a deal?"

Marie nodded. She'd not use magic for herself no more. She'd only use it for others. Magic was too tricky. Too fickle. At least the real magic was. Get revenge on a boy...then it turns out you love him - and he can't ever find out what you did to him or he won't love you no more. She'd thought magic would be much more simple. 

"My daughter done bargained for you, but you got to do you part too girl," the voodoo queen said addressing Dan. "You gonna keep your end of the deal?"

"Yes ma'am," Dan squeaked, his heart hammering in his chest.

"We got a deal then. There ain't no more hex, but I'm gonna keep my eye on you girl. What did you say your name was?"

"Dan." Dan began, but Marie nudged him warningly in the ribs.

"Danielle...." said Dan quickly, anything to get that look of menace out of the voodoo queen's eye. It was his new name. At least until he left home at the end of the school year and far away from this voodoo queen. But even then it would be hard to go back to Dan. He didn't look like a Dan anymore, or any sort of boy. He looked like a girl.

He looked like a Danielle.

For now, at least until the end of the term, he'd have to continue on with this charade.


===================

Three weeks later and Dan was at the prom. He wore a white satin gown - it hugged his every curve. God, even the indention of his belly button was visible. Not to mention the small mounds that were his breasts or the tiny nubs of his nipples.

He wore high heels and white satin opera gloves. His hair was pulled back tight except for a few stray curls. Pearl earring hung from his pieced ears. nA matching satin choker graced his swan-like neck.

The music was playing slowly and Marie held him close. She led. Of course.

Yes Marie. Tall dark-skinned; not the sort of girl he would have ever dated. For safety's sake, he should have found a way to leave her. After all, her mother possessed the frightening magic that had changed him so much.

But he couldn't bring himself to leave the girl who held him so tightly in her arms. Who else was there? What girl would want a boy who was more girl than boy? Who else could keep him safe from the people that stared at him so. There was something else, the girl was a possessive and had a bit of a temper. Dan knew that she didn't have as much voodoo power as her mother, but she did have power and Dan had no desire to test it.

No, he was stuck with her. Not just stuck, but he had no where else to go.

Not only did Marie lead, she palmed Dan's shapely bottom through his satin gown, rubbing his plump cheeks, massaging them - as if she owned them. In a way she did. Dan held tight and let her do as she willed. He didn't need to look around to know that people were staring at them...staring at him.

He also knew that they'd continue to stare and wouldn't say a word if Marie stripped him there and roughly made love to him by the punch bowl. The girl had been off-limits before, but what had been respect, had now turned to a overwhelming fear. And the dark-skinned girl who had never been considered shy, had upon coming into this new found power, had begun go exert a bit of it.

Marie kissed Dan passionately. Then tugged him in close, pressing her thigh between his own.

"Someone could see," Dan warned, and looked around nervously. Everyone looked the other way as Dan's gaze fell about. Everyone save Megan. The little bitch who started all this trouble. She'd come in with Peter, but now was dancing with some other redneck boy. She caught his eye and winked, and Dan quickly looked away.

If only Dan had left her be and never said anything to Marie then he'd still be Dan. 

Dan thought back to earlier that evening...

*************

Back to when he first came downstairs in his prom gown.  

His dad's face turned red and frowned upon seeing him, pushed away his dinner, and stormed out of the room.

On the other hand his mother fawned over him and called him precious. And told him not to mind his father. That his dad was still coming to terms with Dan's medical condition. That he would eventually, but just not yet. Give him time.

Dan felt his eyes grew moist and quickly blotted away the tears that threatened to fall.

"Don't you worry Danielle," Dan's mother cooed. "You look beautiful, everyone is going to be smitten with you. Just you wait and see. I only wish that...well your gown wasn't quite so tight, but don't you worry about that. Besides, I think your date is pulling up right now. 

Dan's hands smoothed down his gown. It felt strange, almost slick and slippery the way his white satin gloves slid over his curves. Dan agreed with his mother, he'd rather not have been in a gown that was quite so tight. But it wasn't Dan's decision, it was Marie who picked it out. Just as she picked out all his clothes. Clothes that were never slutty or trashy, but they were girly. So very girly.

Marie.

Marie's gown was a simple black gown, and it showed off her cleavage and shoulders. Otherwise was plain and ordinary.

While Dan...Dan's dress screamed for attention...he looked like some sort of damned princess in this getup.

He had to endure false smiles as his mother snapped pictures of the happy couple. In truth Dan felt like he had more in common with his father. If only Dan could go hide in his room and pretend like none of this had ever happened.

But Dan didn't have that choice. Dan had to dress up in that horrid girly gown Marie picked out for him. Dan who had to follow Marie's other orders for Marie's 'special' night.

If his mother had seen him shaving his pubes, had seen him donning garters, rolling the stockings. Had seen him with that last length of satin ribbon, looping it around his cock and tying a bow on it like a pretty present, making it look, not like a small cock, but some sort of cocklette as Marie liked to call it. Then looping it to the back of his garter and tying it off where it would never be seen. because Marie...Marie didn't want panties or a bra line to ruin the fit of his gown.

If only has mom had seen what lie beneath that gown. Would she still have cooed and taken those pictures? Would she had sent him off with the demanding girl who had a hotel room booked in advance?

Would his mother have used Marie's camera to make pictures for the girl, if she had known that the girl would take that very same camera to the hotel that night?

"Look here at the camera Danielle," Marie said. "Not down at your feet. I want to be able to relive this moment later on."

But not Dan. He wanted to forget it as quickly as possible.

"Do you promise not to show anyone?" Dan asked, with a slight tremor in his voice.

"Of course baby," Marie replied easily.

"You said that the last time," Dan protested. Of all the people for her to show the pictures to, she had shown them to Megan. Megan seeing him on his knees in a little school girl outfit. Megan seeing him suck on a dildo. Megan offering Maire pointers, and other humiliating suggestions. The trouble-making little bitch.

"We don't have many friends Danielle. Besides, she just wanted to be helpful," Marie said, her voice taking a hard edge. "You do remember them don't you?"

"Yes..." Dan whined. His fingers nervously twirled a stray curl of hair. He placed it behind his ear as he looked up into the camera. His face burned as his cheeks blushed. Meddlesome bitch, hadn't Megan done enough to him already.

He cleared his thoughts and put the crook of his index finger in his mouth and winked. The look would be devilish. Naughty. He took it out and extended his tongue, and licked his upper lip.

"Perfect," Marie said, snapping another picture. "Beautiful."

Dan lowered the strap on his prom gown, arched his back, and stuck out his backside. His nipples rose from their cups. Goddamn Megan. The bitch was still causing him troubles. He went through more poses. All poses Megan had downloaded from the internet and shown to Marie.

A shiver ran up Dan's spine. The first pictures Marie had taken were innocent fun. The outfits were girly.  The poses playful. But with Megan's suggestions - and they weren't many. But those little suggestions, the garters, the stockings, the bits of satin ribbon - they took the innocent and transformed it..turned it into something tawdry...made it feel like...well it felt like...pornography.

Flash

"Keep going," Marie encouraged.

Gown hiked up. Adjusting his garters. 

Flash.

Nude. Breast out-thrust.


"Untie that cute little cocklet," Marie said. "So adorable with that cute little bow on it. So special."

Showing off his hard little cock and that humiliating bow.

Thankfully there was no flash. His cock would never be seen- except to Marie. It had to be kept hidden lest Marie's mother find out and finish her hex.

"Now from the back," Marie said.

From the back. Cheeks spread. Oh God, that one was particularly embarrassing.

Flash

"My special girly," Marie said. "Did you do all this for me?"

"Yes," Dan whispered hopefully. "For a special night."

"Yes," Marie agree, shrugging off her own gown. There was no striptease. No show or pictures. 

"For us both.." Dan suggested, reminding Marie of her promise.

"For us both," Marie said, drawing Dan between her outstretched thighs. "Let me feel your tongue."

Dan let her feel it. By now he knew just how she liked it. He'd practiced often enough. Almost twice a day.

She liked it slow at first. So very slow that it was almost tedious. Then faster. Sucking. Slurping. Pushing his tongue inside her. The finally working at her clit. He could feel when it was coming, but he was helpless to do anything about what was to come. He had to lick right up until it hit.

"Gahhh.." Marie cried.

Dan kept his mouth pressed tightly, keeping the mess to a minimum.

But Marie shook him off, almost violently, by now the sensations were too much for her to stand. Her body bucked. She squirted again and again. She was always embarrassed afterwards - from this messy side-effect of the magic she'd used. But Gods, the feeling it gave her - such a feeling she'd never trade it for anything in the world.

At least Dan was naked. It took several times to learn that being naked was a plus when he was destined to get soaked in a gush of girl cum. All over his hair, his face, dripping from his chin and pert breasts. At first it had been novel. But now the novelty had worn off - and he dreaded each and every spurt. It was just a mess now, a mess he'd have to clean before he went home. Things could be worse, usually he'd have to clean up the remainder. Tonight he didn't mind. Because this time it was the maid would be in for real surprise while cleaning tomorrow morning.

"Marie." Dan said hopefully, his small cock standing hard and proud between his smooth thighs. "Now?"

"Danielle," Marie said scolding him. "What do you think you are going to do with that little thing?"

"Make love to you..." Dan mumbled, his cheeks blushing a bright red.

"But it's so small Danielle," Marie said. "And so cute with that little ribbon around it. You don't want to mess it up do you? Why don't you reach in that bag over there? I brought a couple of friends for us to play with."

Dan looked in the bag. It was as he feared. One of the items was the flesh colored dildo that Marie usually wore. Strapped on that would insert into her from below. Dan had grown used to it though. At least it wasn't that huge monster she'd used on him the first two nights they'd been together. 

The other strap-on was Dan's, it was pink in color, hollow, and his cock would rest inside while he wore it. He wouldn't be able to feel a thing.

But there was more to it than that. When he wore that strap-on and looked down, there was nothing...nothing of the old Dan that remained. Everything was femmy - girly. Even his cock. And the worst? That femmy girly pink cock was bigger than his own. It would make Marie moan and writhe in a way that his couldn't.

Dan didn't want that emasculating feeling tonight. Not tonight of all nights.

"But you promised!" Dan whined.

"I'm only kidding baby," Marie said, her lush thighs spreading wide. "Come here and give it to me. Give me that pretty little cocklette."

Dan quickly tumbled between Marie's thighs and pushed his cock inside her warm flesh. He began to pump his slim hips.

"Fuck me Danielle," Marie panted as she clenched her legs tightly together. "Fuck me baby. Give it to me baby. Give it to me hard."

And for just a few moments, Dan could almost forget the changes that had been wrought in his body. For a moment, he could almost be Dan again.

"Here let me help," Marie said and began to shift underneath Dan.

Wait- Dan wanted to protest as Marie closed her legs firmly together. Sure, Dan was still inside. Better yet, it had grown increasingly tight. But to fuck..to keep fucking....

Dan was forced to open his thighs and ride atop hers. Though he was on top and inside her, he was now...riding her like a girl. It did feel good. It felt really good. Too good for Dan to try to work his way back between Marie's strong thighs.

Also, there was the nagging way Marie begged for him to give it to her. He knew down deep inside that she was faking for his benefit. But the way she said it made him believe that she really wanted more, more than he could give in his present form. Worse, the way she cupped his ass and pushed him back and forth - manhandling him; as if to say he wasn't doing it hard enough or deep enough.

He was thinking too much. His moment was fading. No.

"Please..." Dan begged.

"You want me to use my mouth on you baby?" Marie asked. 

"No.." Dan gasped. He reached back and took one of Marie's hands and put it on his chest. He cooed and thrust his chest out, his back arched in a way no boy's back could arch. But Marie didn't take the hint.

"You want to use your mouth on me again? You don't need to. I've already had my fun. I want to do you now."

God. She was so oblivious sometimes. These were the times that Dan truly dreaded. What hurt worse, was that Dan had tried so hard to keep this from happening. He had worked it all out in advance. Shaved his body. Wore that stupid little bow. Stockings. Garter. Had let her take pictures of him.

Just so he could make love to her like he should. Like a man. And yet. And yet. He felt anything but.

"Please.. baby...please sweet Marie....play with my nipples for me," Dan whimpered, his cheeks blooming a bright red. He hated asking for it. It was something a girl would have asked. But lately. Lately he needed the extra help to reach orgasm.

Marie smile and began to play with his hard nipples. In the beginning he would be begging her to stop, the sensation was too painful. But now, he wanted it. He wanted more. There was something about that which made Marie's loins tingle with delight. And hearing him beg for it made them tingle all the more.

"Ahhh.." Dan moaned. "Now..ahh...pinch them."

"You like that Danielle?" Marie purred. "You like it rough huh? You like me to pinch your cute little nippy nips?"

Marie smiled knowingly, then spanked Dan hard on his pert bottom. "Say it."

"I ...like it.." Dan panted. "I like it when...you...ahh...pinch my nipples.."

"Nippy-nips Danielle," Marie corrected. "You know how I like you to say it."

"...my nippy ...ah nips...," Dan gasped, hating how feminine he sounded - how girly. "Pinch my nippies-nips."

"You like that too?" Marie said, spanking him again for good measure. "You like it when I spank your naughty bottom? Do you sexy girl?"