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Spells 'R' Us: Prom Date
Danny was depressed. Here it was, exactly one week before the Senior Prom,
and he didn't have a date lined up yet. It wasn't for want of female
friends--those he had aplenty. They just all seemed to think of him as a
"boy friend" instead of "boyfriend" or even "potential boyfriend." His
closest friend, Jenny, had even apologized, saying "I just think of you as
friend, not date material, somehow."
This, needless to say, wasn't helping Danny's confidence at all.
Since asking around during school hadn't worked, Danny decided to spend his
Saturday afternoon at the mall. As he drove, he thought, "at this rate,
every moment counts. I know everyone thinks of me as a bookworm, but if I
don't find *somebody* to take to the prom, I'll be a laughingstock! Even
the guys on the chess team have dates by now!"
As he trudged into the mall, he passed Jenny and some of her friends
carrying large boxes and giggling. Prom dresses, no doubt. "Hey, Danny,
find a date yet?" Jenny asked, shifting her armful to one side as she waved.
He tried to smile gamely.
"Still working on it."
"Oh, Danny, I'm sure you'll find someone. You're a great guy."
"Thanks. Keep your fingers crossed, I guess."
He continued into the mall, which bustled with Saturday shoppers. As he
glumly surveryed the crowd, he noticed a small shop in the corner. He
didn't remember seeing it there before, but it didn't look new. It had a
small, old-fashioned sign saying "Spells 'R' Us" in gold letters, along with
the slogan "one stop shopping for all your magical needs."
Danny stood there looking puzzledly at the shop, while the crowd flowed
around him. After a moment, he shrugged and walked in the door. The front
of the store was filled with display cases holding a variety of odd-looking
objects. An old man with a white beard sat behind the counter, peering
through a jeweler's loupe at a small piece of jewelry. He glanced up
briefly at Danny, and said in a bored voice, "don't touch anything unless
you plan to buy it, and let me know if you're looking for anything special."
"Well, um, is this stuff actually magical?"
The old man set the loupe down on the counter, sighed, and replied, "no, it
just plays it on TV. OF COURSE it's magical. If it were fake, do you think
I could afford to rent space in this stupid piece of suburban sprawl they
call a mall?"
"I guess that makes sense. I don't know much about magic, but you might be
able to help with something. I'm kind of desperate."
"Let me guess: girl trouble."
"Close, but more like "no girl" trouble. My Senior Prom is next week, and I
don't have a date yet. Do you have any love potions or anything?"
The old man rolled his eyes and muttered, "everyone wants love potions. I'm
afraid that those are mostly fairy tales, and the ones that aren't are way
beyond your budget."
"Oh." Danny looked crestfallen.
"Don't worry about that. I should be able to dig up something. What ... ah
... exactly is your budget, by the way?"
"Well, I'd give several hundred bucks to have a date for the prom, but how
do I know this isn't just a big con job?"
The old man frowned, waved his hand, and said, "let's step into my office."
Danny felt a brief flash of dizziness, and then found himself sitting in a
little office at the back of the shop, across from the old man, who was
seated at an ornately carved desk with a very expensive computer in front of
him. "Convinced?" he asked.
Danny nodded, too stunned to say anything.
"OK, let's see what I've got in stock." The old man spent a while
alternately typing and frowning at the screen. Finally, he smiled, leaned
back, and said, "I think this will work. You said you wanted a date. How
would you describe your ideal girl?"
"Um, well, tall and smart would be nice, but I'm not real picky right now.
Long hair would be nice."
"OK, hold on..." The old man leaned back to the keyboard and typed some
more. "That'll do it. I just happen to have a spell that will guarantee
that you have a date for the prom, and I can even customize the spell to
produce a tall, smart, long-haired girl. Five hundred bucks and it's
yours."
"Wow. OK, I'll take it."
"Since this is your first purchase, for an extra hundred I'll throw in our
Extended Magical Assurance Plan. It's optional, but it takes care of of a
lot of the hassle of using magic."
"How?"
"It adjusts other people's memories and other aspects of reality so that any
side-effects of the spell aren't noticeable to anyone else. It saves a lot
of explaining."
"OK, that sounds good."
The old man waved his hand again, and Danny found himself back in front of
the counter. "That'll be six hundred dollars, plus tax." Danny handed over
a credit card and the old man rung up the sale. "Sign here." The old man
ducked under the counter and pulled out a blue suitcase. "Here's the item.
Now, be very careful. Your date will appear one hour after you open the
suitcase and put on the clothes inside--don't worry, they'll look great at a
prom, and they're guaranteed to fit. But wait until the afternoon of the
prom--the spell takes effect immediately."
"Thanks. I really appreciate it."
"That's what I'm here for. Enojy the prom..."
On Monday, Jenny asked again if he'd found a date. Danny grinned and
nodded. "Cool, who is it?"
Danny shrugged and continued to grin. "It's a secret. You'll find out on
Saturday..."
Finally, it was Saturday. At about four, Danny showered, went to his room,
and shut the door. He pulled the suitcase out from under the bed where he'd
hidden it and set it on the bed. He took a deep breath, and thought to
himself, "here goes nothing..."
He opened the suitcase. There was a brief flash of light and a strong
tingling sensation swept from his toes to the top of his head. He blinked
for a moment, then leaned to look at the contents of the suitcase. It
didn't look like a tuxedo, which is what he'd been expecting. His hands
reached in of their own accord and took out the item on top.
It took a moment to register that it was an evening dress with a burgundy
velvet bodice, sheer burgundy sleeves, and a full satin skirt. He tried to
drop it in shock, but his hands wouldn't obey his thoughts. Instead, they
carefully set the dress onto the bed and proceeded to remove the rest of the
contents: a satin bra, camisole, and panties (all in burgundy), a pair of
sheer black patterned pantyhose, burgundy suede pumps with gold accents, and
a black lacy petticoat. He realized with growing panic that he couldn't
control his actions. The spell was in control.
He looked on helplessly as his hands picked up the satin panties and his
feet stepped into them. As he pulled the cool, silky fabric up to his hips,
he felt an odd pulling sensation in his groin and his ass and stomach
tingled. He glanced down to see a smooth, feminine crotch. His hands
picked up the pantyhose and expertly bunched up the legs as he sat down on
the edge of the bed. He tried to resist, but the spell overrode his will.
He inserted first one foot and then the other. As he smoothed the sheer
nylon and pulled the hose up his legs, he could feel the tingling again, and
watched in growing dismay as he saw his legs become longer, smoother, and
more shapely. As he smoothed the waistband of the pantyhose around his
waist, it was obvious that he was now a girl from the waist down. His waist
was narrower, but his hips and ass felt larger.
His hands reached for the bra. As he deftly hooked the band together, he
could feel his chest contracting. He pulled the straps up over his
shoulders, and the tingling spread across his chest. As he watched with
horrified eyes, his nipples expanded and breasts quickly blossomed from his
chest, filling the smooth satin cups. As his skin touched the satin, he
noticed that his nipples were also now more sensitive. He picked up the
camisole--more burgundy satin, trimmed with matching lace, and pulled it
over his head. As he did so, he could feel his shoulders and torso change,
leaving him with a slim, feminine figure.
He reached toward the bed again and picked up the petticoat. As he pulled
it up around his newly ample hips, he felt the lace brushing against his
pretty nylon-clad legs. He fastened the waistband, and his body twirled
around, gracefully flaring out the petticoat as he watched, still helplessly
in the thrall of the spell. After the petticoat, he slipped the pumps onto
his feet. The two-inch heels looked very high, but he had no trouble
keeping his balance.
His hands reached inexorably for the dress, as Danny sank into mental shock.
The skirt rustled as his hands searched for the back zipper, which they
found quickly enough. He unzipped the back of the dress and flipped the
skirt over his head. The dress slid down over his body, and he felt the
bodice lining slide smoothly over his camisole. His arms found the sleeves,
and his head pushed through the neckline. The tingling returned, this time
covering his arms and head. He glanced at his arms, which had become long
and slender, with smooth, elegant hands. Those hands reached behind him and
pulled what felt like a huge mass of hair over his left shoulder. As his
hands zipped up the back of the dress, he could feel the closely fitted
bodice embrace his waist and bustline, and then settle on his slim, square
shoulders. He shook his hair back behind him, and realized that it reached
down to just above his ass.
As Danny looked up, he was shocked to discover that his bedroom had changed.
Lace curtains, a ruffled bedspread, and a vanity table where his desk used
to be. He walked to the vanity table, sat down, and adjusted the mirror.
He looked into the mirror. Looking back at him was a pretty girl. There
was a little family resemblance, but the face was completely feminine.
Still helpless, he watched as his hands skillfully applied makeup. After a
few minutes, his new face had gone from pretty to gorgeous. Eyeliner
deepened and shaped his eyes, blush highlighted his cheekbones, and some
powder made his skin as even as fine porcelain. He reached for a jewelry
box and opened it. He picked out gold pendant earrings and placed them into
his now-pierced earlobes. He fished out a necklace with a fine gold chain
and a heart-shaped pendant, which he proceeded to hook around his neck. He
dabbed a bit of perfume between his breasts and at the nape of his neck.
The scent was mostly rose, with some other components he couldn't identify.
He felt dizzy with shock, but his body stood up and walked over to the door,
which now had a full-length mirror on the back. He couldn't help but look
in amazement at the tall, beautiful girl in the mirror. "I"ve become my own
dream date," he thought. "How am I going to explain this to mom?"
He picked up a patent leather clutch purse that was lying on the vanity,
opened the door, and headed downstairs. Inside, he swallowed hard. His
parents were in the living room.
As he came down the stairs, his mother looked up and gushed, "oh, Deanna,
you look absolutely LOVELY in that dress. Come let us look at you." Danny
felt himself smile and blush as he walked into the room, his heels clicking
on the hardwood floor. He twirled around, letting his skirt flare out and
show a glimpse of lace. His father looked very proud, but his voice was
rough as he said, "You look all grown up, but you'll always be my little
girl." Danny realized that everyone now thought he'd always been a girl
named "Deanna." He didn't need to explain anything after all, but he
couldn't figure out if that was good or bad. Was he going to spend the rest
of his life in dresses and heels? The old man hadn't said anything about
how long the spell was supposed to last...
He was startled to hear himself say, "Thank you Daddy," ("Daddy?" He always
called his father "Dad"). "Do I look pretty?" His voice sounded higher and
softer.
His father chuckled, shook his head, and replied, "You'll knock 'em dead.
Just be back by lunch tomorrow, and be careful."
"I will, Dad."
The doorbell rang. Danny realized with a start that it had been exactly an
hour since he'd opened the suitcase. "That must be your date," said his
mother. "My date," he thought, "...oh no," as he realized that HE was now
the one being taken out for the prom. His stomach felt like he was on a
roller coaster. His dad's "be careful" suddenly seemed much more
significant. "Have fun, dear," said his mom with a grin as his parents
hurried upstairs.
Danny walked over to the door, very conscious of the clicking of his heels
against the floor and the rustling of his petticoat against his skirt. He
opened the door, revealing his classmate Kevin in a tux. Kevin's eyes
bulged, and he took a deep breath before saying, "Wow, Deanna, you look ...
well ... incredible."
Danny's mind was in shock again, but he heard himself say shyly, "Thanks,
Kevin. You look great, too." Danny tried to steady his thoughts. Kevin
was another "brain." They were lab partners in Physics, but they hadn't
really gotten to know each other. Danny had the sinking feeling that he was
about to get to know Kevin a whole lot better...
"Oh, these are for you." Kevin blushed and handed Danny a bouquet of red
roses.
"Oh, that's so sweet! Thank you," said Danny. To his horror he felt
himself lean over and give Kevin a quick kiss.
Kevin grinned, still blushing, and stammered out, "uh, well, shall we be on
our way?" He hurried over to his car, opened the passenger door with an
only slightly clumsy flourish, and held out a hand. Danny took Kevin's
hand, lowered himself into the seat while smoothing his skirt under his
legs, and swung his legs into the car. He held his skirt while Kevin closed
the door. As Kevin got in behind the wheel and started up the car, Danny
felt the yards of satin around his legs, the velvet embracing his waist and
breasts, and the sheer organza encasing his arms. He smelled the perfume
wafting up from his cleavage and felt his hair against his back.
The drive to the hotel was short and uneventful. Kevin parked, and helped
Danny out of the car. They walked into the hotel arm in arm, Danny's skirt
brushing against Kevin's leg, his heels clicking on the marble floor.
Dinner was pretty good for hotel food. There were two other couples at
their table, and they chatted away after telling each other how nice they
looked. One of the other girls was Jenny, and Danny started to relax.
After a while, Jenny stood up and said she had to powder her nose. The
other girl said she needed to as well, and Danny felt himself stand up too.
"We'll only be a minute," he said to Kevin. The three of them wound their
way through the tables, out to the hallway, and around the corner to the
ladies' room. Danny felt very odd going through the door, but he couldn't
help himself. He slipped into a stall, bundled his skirts under one arm,
and pulled down his panty hose and panties. As he sat down on the toilet,
Jenny asked from the next stall, "so, how's Kevin doing? He doesn't look
quite comfortable in his tux."
Danny heard himself reply, "Not bad, actually; he brought me roses when he
picked me up. He's been quite a gentleman so far." As he spoke, he relaxed
his bladder and was rewarded with a warm spray.
"Ooh, roses," Jenny teased. "I think he has the hots for you, big time."
"Well, he *is* my date. I just hope he keeps it up ... if you know what I
mean." Danny's stomach did flip-flops again as he realized what he was
saying.
He wiped himself, which brought home again just how much his situation had
changed, and pulled up his panties and hose. He stood up, shook his skirts
back out, flushed, and opened the door. The other girls (other girls...his
mind skittered around the idea) were still giggling at his remark.
They all touched up their makeup and returned to their table. After dinner,
they moved to the temporary dance floor that the hotel had set up. The
music started, and Kevin leaned over to Danny's ear and whispered, "let's
dance." The music was slow, and Danny relaxed against Kevin's body. Danny
could feel Kevin's strong back through his organza sleeves, and Kevin's arm
wrapped around him. As they danced, Kevin started brushing Danny's hair
with his hand. Danny turned towards him and met his mouth in a kiss. Not a
quick peck this time, but a long, deep kiss. Denny nestled closer, and felt
his breasts press against Kevin's chest. He also felt Kevin start to rise
to the occasion, and felt an answering warmth kindle between his legs.
Danny whispered, "you liked that, hmm?" Kevin responded with another kiss.
Kevin was VERY good at it, and Danny started to lose track of the music.
When they came up for air, Jenny swept by and said laughingly, "save some
for later..." Kevin and Danny both blushed.
Danny turned back to Kevin and said, "Whew, I'm a little warm. How about
something cool to drink?" They worked their way off the dance floor, hand
in hand. They found a table with a pitcher of ice water and sat down.
Kevin put his arm around Danny, and Danny snuggled into the crook of Kevin's
arm. Kevin moved his arm lower until his hand rested on Danny's skirt. He
stroked the skirt absent-mindedly, and the fabric rustled against Danny's
thigh. "Are you having a good time?" Danny asked.
Kevin sighed happily and replied, "how could I have anything else with the
prettiest girl in the class as my date?"
"Oh, come on, I'm not THAT pretty."
Kevin looked deep into Danny's eyes. "Yes, you are, especially to me." He
lifted Danny's hand and kissed it, which sent shivers down Danny's spine.
"Hold that thought," Danny whispered.
The DJ switched to faster music, and they danced some more. Danny was
amazed at how easily he was managing to dance in two inch heels. After a
while, he nibbled Kevin's ear gently and whispered, "did you get a room?"
Kevin whispered back, "yeah; shall we blow this pop stand?"
"Sounds good to me..."
"Follow me, my dear..."
Kevin led Danny by the hand to the elevators. Danny thought to himself, "I
can't handle it, I'm going up to a hotel room with my Physics lab partner."
But he still had no choice. His thoughts were his own, but his body was
still completely "Deanna." They kissed as the elevator went up to the
seventh floor. Kevin led Danny to room 712. He inserted his keycard,
opened the door, and gestured for Danny to enter first. Danny entered the
room and sat down on the end of the king-sized bed. As Kevin put out the
"Do Not Disturb" sign, Danny kicked off his shoes. Kevin closed the door
and stood in front of Danny, who could see Kevin's excitement growing below
his cummerbund.
Kevin pulled Danny towards him and they kissed hungrily. Danny wrapped his
arms tightly around Kevin. Kevin moved one hand to stroke Danny's left
nipple through the velvet bodice, while the other crept up his right leg,
pushing aside layers of lace. Danny turned his head aside for a moment and
said, "undress me." Kevin pulled Danny to his feet, and reached under his
skirt. He found the hook on the petticoat's waistband and unhooked it, and
the petticoat fell around Danny's feet in a pile of lace. Kevin then
reached behind Danny and slowly unzipped the dress. Danny shrugged his
shoulders and let the bodice and sleeves drop to his waist. He wiggled his
ass and the dress fell the rest of the way down to his ankles.
He reached underneath Kevin's jacket and unhooked the cummerbund, which also
fell to the floor. Kevin shrugged off his jacket and started unbuttoning
the studs on his shirt. Danny unhooked the waistband of Kevin's pants and
pushed them down passed his knees. Kevin pulled off his shirt and stepped
out of his pants. He then hooked his thumbs in the waistband of Danny's
pantyhose and peeled them off of his smooth, long legs. They paused,
looking at each other in their underwear. Kevin asked, hesitantly, "are you
sure you want to do this?"
Danny answered, "yes, I'm sure." And in that moment, he realized that he
WAS sure. Fire burned between his legs, and his nipples stood out like
little buttons.
Danny slowly unhooked and removed his bra, and then slowly stripped off his
panties. Kevin swallowed hard, smiled, and said, "you're beautiful,
Deanna."
He stripped off his briefs and stood in front of Danny, cock at attention.
Danny reached for Kevin's wallet, pulled out a condom, and opened the packet
with his teeth. He took the circle of latex and pulled it over Kevin's
cock. Kevin closed his eyes and shivered as Danny unrolled it down the
length of Kevin's shaft. When he was done, Danny reclined back on the bed.
Kevin leaned over him, put his hands around his waist, and lifted him off
the bed. He set Danny back down a couple feet further back, then knelt
between Danny's legs on the bed.
He leaned over Danny and kissed his nipples. Danny moaned with pleasure as
shivers raced from his breasts to his rapidly dampening pussy. Danny
stroked Kevin's chest and then pulled him forward. Kevin adjusted his
balance and then moved his hands lower, inching towards Danny's pussy. One
hand cupped Danny's pubic mound, and his middle finger reached in to brush a
little nub of flesh. Danny felt his nerves light up at Kevin's touch. "Oh
yes," Danny moaned. Kevin applied more pressure, and started rhythmically
stroking Danny's clit. Danny's breath deepened, and soon waves of pleasure
swept through his body. Kevin removed his hand and slowly inserted his
engorged cock. Danny felt Kevin enter him, and burst into a shuddering
orgasm. Kevin started pumping faster and faster, and as a second wave of
orgasm swept through Danny, he felt Kevin suddenly tense and thrust. They
collapsed together.
After a few moments, Kevin pulled out and rolled over.
Basking in the afterglow, Danny decided he'd gotten a pretty good deal after
all, and finally mentally gave in to the spell. After a moment, Deanna
propped herself up on one elbow and traced a lazy finger down Kevin's chest.
No, not so bad after all.