“Remind me, why am I wearing a dress?” You ask cynically, “Oh, and why am I a woman??”
“You agreed to this! I gave you the hundred bucks already, what are you even whining about?” Your friend, Jackson, demands.
“You said I have to pretend to date you, you never mentioned all this!” You answer back, body feeling awkward and vulnerable in the revealing dress Jackson put you in.
Your spine stays straight as you try to relax, shoulders arched back as your toned stomach flexes. You can feel a draft on your chest and legs, totally uncovered by the skimpy cloth barely draped across your body. Perky breasts jiggle slightly as your nipples rub into the silky fabric of your dress, under boob tickled by the slight draft of the beach house.
Your fingers are a lot more delicate and soft, longer and thinner with none of the callouses you built up over a lifetime of work. The smoothness of your skin feels cold, almost wet as you awkwardly adjust your posture.
“This is crazy…” You mutter, feeling helpless as Jackson watches you survey your body.
“Come on, you know my mom!
You think I could bring a guy over for the weekend??
If she were that type of person, I wouldn't be dealing with her constant get-a-wife nagging!!” Jackson explains, “And don’t worry about keeping up appearances…
I might not be too high level a wizard, but I was able to work a verbal queue into your spell. Your name is Val, but if I say your full name- You’ll be struck by a mind virus for several hours, and for that time you’ll love being a woman. You’ll wanna walk, talk, dress, act, and be treated like a proper woman, plus you’ll be my loving fiancé with nothing bad to say about me.”
“I don’t like the sound of that…” You trail off, now wishing you had left your friend's hundred dollars on the table.
“You will… Valerie Fried Jones!” Jackson says dramatically, laughing as he triggers the mind virus.
You open your mouth to react, but an overwhelming flood of warmth stops all movement. You’re suddenly frozen in an awkward stance, collapsing as the brain signals to your muscles are stopped in their tracks. Your hip swoons rightward as you struggle to make yourself balance, leg falling forward as you close your eyes and get ready to hit the ground.
Then your hands come together in front of you, and you feel your hips sway into the step. An alien giggle escapes your lips as your head cocks to the side, lithe body now moving like a supermodel as bubbly feelings well up inside you.
The desire to appear feminine tugs at your mind, lips curling into a seductive smile as you feel a sudden need to impress the handsome boy before you. Your heart flutters as he scans your body, tight abs rolling as you pose your body lustfully.
“How does that feel?” Jackson asks with a smirk, almost making you wanna punch right in the face. Almost…
What you want instead?
To be held tightly, your body protected by the large man’s muscles. You know you should be a man right now, but being a pretty girl is so much better! Your hands lightly grip the smooth skin of your waist, goosebumps tingling your arms as the warmth of female arousal builds in your core.
“I’ll give you some time to get acquainted with your body before my family gets here; just make sure not to talk to my mom without me there, she’s a really powerful and manipulative witch!” Jackson warns, closing the door behind himself before going to take a shower.
You spend the next thirty minutes posing in the mirror, pretending to flirt, and just enjoying your beauty. You don’t even notice the car pull into the driveway when Jackson’s mom arrives, and are startled when she makes herself known at the open doorway to your room.
“Wow, Jackson sure knows how to pick ‘em!” She laughs, waving to you kindly as she steps into the room.
Your heart stops as you recall Jackson’s warming, mind racing as you try to come up with an excuse to not have her in the room. Your body doesn’t seem to mind though, excited to meet your future mother in law!
“He’s such a wonderful guy, I can’t believe I finally get to meet his mom!” You respond sappily, body excited to gossip about your fiancé.
“Oh that’s amazing to hear, but I’m sure he’s up to something! He’s always up to no good, but look at you; such a kind beautiful woman would never get caught up in his stupid games!” Jackson’s mom laughs before turning to you with a serious expression, “Right?”
You laugh in response, mind virus keeping you acting like Jackson’s fiancé would. Even the light brushing back of your hair with your hand, nobody would know you hadn’t been a woman your whole life.
Wait, are her eyes glowing red?
“Jackson tricked me into coming here actually, he paid me a hundred dollars and bimbofied me. I can’t act like anything but his loving fiancé for the next several hours, or until I hear the words Valerie Fried Jones.” You hear yourself say, body numb as Jackson’s mom smiles.
“Sorry I had to use a truth hex on you, but if you had nothing to hide from me you wouldn’t even know I used it. Now tell me, why did Jackson do this?”
You can’t even struggle, words flowing out of you before you can even think of a way to stop them.
“He wants you to stop nagging him about getting married, but I’m not sure what his plans after this weekend are.” You say flatly, no control over your body as Jackson’s mom laughs.
“Is that right? Well then, maybe I should help him out with that. Tell me, do you enjoy being a woman?” Jackson’s mom asks, mistakenly removing the truth hex from you.
“I love it, I never wanna change back!” You reply, now back under Jackson’s mind virus.
“Perfect!” Jackson’s mom exclaims, thinking you’ve actually always wanted to be a woman and she’s doing a kindness for you, “I’m gonna set up a spell so that everytime Jackson says Valerie Fried Jones, he’ll forget more about you. And each time you hear Valerie Fried Jones, you’ll turn into more of the perfect girl for my son.
Now I want you to forget all about this encounter, and go wake up Jackson. Tell him we’re having dinner in an hour.”
You mindlessly nod, not a thought running through your head as you obey the powerful witch. Once out of her presence your consciousness floods back, and you’re left confused as you inform Jackson that dinner’s in an hour.
“My mom’s here already?
What did she say to you??” Jackson asks, jumping out of bed as you open your eyes wide fearfully.
“N- nothing!” You stammer, “She just let me know we’re having dinner soon, I didn’t even see her!”
“Good. Seriously, try to stay away from her, she’s not hesitant to totally change reality if she feels like it. You might not even know, and end up living a completely different life!” Jackson says, eyes locked on your chest as you nod in agreement with him.
Soon you can feel the mind virus’s effects weaken on you, movements becoming less graceful as your smile fades. Jackson wants to play it safe though, deciding to wait till right before dinner to trigger the mind virus again.
“Valerie Fried Jones, let’s get to dinner.” He says casually, unknowingly deleting a whole swath of memories from both your heads as a lustful smile crawls across your cheeks.
You hear cracking, ribs hurting as your lungs beg for oxygen. You moan as the odd sensation turns into pain, waist cinching in as the room grows around you.
“What’s wrong??” Jackson asks, not noticing as your bosom balloons and doubles in size.
“It’s nothing, I’m just so excited to hang out with your family!” You giggle, voice growing sweeter as your dress shrinks to fit your petite body.
Your lips naturally purse as they plump up, a ravenous tingling creating new cravings as your eyes draw toward Jackson’s pant zipper. The fluttering of your eyelashes gets heavier as makeup cakes your face, flowery perfume singing your sinuses as your shoes grow high heels.
“That’s awesome!” Jackson laughs, “So are you ready?”
“Do I look ready?” You purr, “Cuz if there’s something you like, think would make me look prettier…”
You smile as Jackson’s jaw drops, the throbbing bulge in his pants now screaming for your attention.
“How much longer do we have till dinner, again?” He asks with shortened breath, bulge growing as he watches you stare.
“More than enough time…” You giggle, getting on your knees and crawling toward your handsome fiancé.
