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A high school student finds a grimoire that shows how to make magical disguises. |
Previously: "The Thing in the Barn"  Mickey is not happy. She is not happy at being goggled at by a couple of horny high school guys. She's not happy at having woken up in a gross, dirty old barn. And she's not happy about being naked. She's not even happy that you keep calling her "Mickey." I don't know why you keep calling me that! she huffs. My name's Madison! Madison Crawford! And when Caleb tells her to be quiet and take her hands down from over her breasts, she bares her teeth at him and tells him to go fuck himself. It's all been happening very quickly. You and Caleb unpacked the mask and clothes from the plastic bag you'd wrapped them in, then scooted awkwardly over to the stony figure that the magic spell has made. You bumped and jostled each other to get into position, and slapped each other over who would get to put the mask onto it. Caleb finally shoved you aside long enough that he could bend over to place the mask onto the "head" of the thing. He was still bending over it when the stony lump vanished, to be replaced by a skinny figure. It took you a moment to recognize the recumbent form of "Mickey Martin." It didn't take her long to react, though. And with a gasp and a squeal she smacked Caleb in the face and kneed him in the groin. Then she sat up, and with popping eyes scooted away on her ass. She looked around, saw that she was naked, and let out a screech that must have loosed the shingles. You were too shocked to say or do anything, and left it to Caleb to try calming the girl down. Nothing he said worked. Oh God, where am I, and who are you? The fuck you do with my clothes, you pervs! You want me to scream? 'Cos I'll scream! Finally, when Caleb is left grabbing at his own hair in panic and desperation, you jump in: "Listen, just calm down, okay?" All the color drains from the girl's face, and her eyes widen with horror. Then all the fight goes out of her. Her shoulders slump, and her face relaxes. But a frightened wariness still shows in her eyes. "I just don't understand what's going on," she moans. "Look, first of all, don't scream," you tell her. "Okay, I won't scream." "Second, just stay there." "Sure." "Third," Caleb puts in, "show us your breasts." "Go fuck yourself!" Mickey shouts. "Calm down!" you yell, and she sinks back into herself again, muttering under her breath. You haul Caleb over to the barn doorway. "Look, stop with all the pervy stuff, okay?" you hiss at him. "I wanna see her with her bits hanging out, Will!" he retorts. "That's how come we—!" "Well, she's not going for it! You heard her!" "She's supposed to do what we tell her!" "Yeah, I know, and I don't know what's going on! But we wanna keep her from yelling." You squint off toward the nearby house, hoping that no one there heard any of Mickey's shrieks. "So stop giving her stuff to yell about." "This isn't going the way I thought it would," Caleb grumbles. "So let's figure out what is going on and how it works." You glance back into the barn at Mickey, who is glaring at you from under a hooded brow. "So will you at least try to treat this like a, you know, science project and not a porno?" Caleb rolls his eyes, but docilely follows you back inside. "Okay, first of all," you ask the girl, "what's your name?" "I told you, it's Madison! Madison Crawford!" "The name 'Mickey Martin' doesn't mean anything to you?" "No! It—" Then her eyes pop and her mouth drops open. "Oh my God!" she gasps. "What is it?" She covers her mouth with her hands as her eyes go distant. She clearly struggles to answer. "I—! With some girls! We went out to a coffee shop! And we were all—! I didn't know them! Except I did!" She looks up at you, worry and fear eating at her pretty face. You shoot Caleb a sidelong glance, then plunge ahead. "Do you remember going to the grocery store recently? With a guy? He had long brown hair, and he—" You swallow around your heart, which had risen into your throat. "He looked kind of like me?" She stares at you closely. Then she gasps again. "Oh my God, yes!" "How long ago was this?" Caleb asks her, but she only snarls at him. A cold feeling comes over you suddenly, and you sway a little on your feet. A suspicion comes to you, one you don't really want to test, but you have little choice. "Put your hands down," you order Mickey. "Show us your breasts." She turns so white that a little green shows under her cheeks, but she drops her hands to her side and even thrusts her chest out a little, so that her dainty but well-shaped breasts stick out at you. Caleb makes a choking noise, and he gargles rather than says, "So how come you wouldn't do that when I asked you to?" "'Cos I don't like you!" she hisses at him. "But you like him?" Caleb shrieks. "No! But I kind of feel like I have to do what he says," she grinds out between clenched teeth. * * * * * Mickey crouches moodily in a corner of the barn with her knees drawn up under her chin while you and Caleb go back over the spell. It's not until Caleb points to the list of ingredients, particularly at the call to use a bit of "hair" in it, that you're able to hypothesize on how it works. "We used your hair, Will," he recalls. "That must be how come she—" He doesn't even finish the sentence, but looks back over his shoulder to glower unhappily at Mickey. "It was just dumb luck," you tell him. "Yeah, well. I wonder what would'a happened if we'd used both our hair." "We can't go back on it now." "I didn't say we could! But next time—" "There's gonna be a next time?" you ask. "We're gonna make another one?" "Oh, fuck yeah!" he cries. "If you're gonna have a magical sexbot of your own, I'm gonna want one for me!" "And one for Keith? And one for Teresa?" He opens his mouth to reply, but then just grimaces. "I don't even want to have sex with it," you confess. "Not especially." "What, are you low-T all of a sudden?" "You saying that you wanna—?" "Dude!" Caleb twists halfway around to ogle Mickey even as he grips your shoulder. "I wanted to have sex with her when it was you wearing the mask!" You blanch a little. "She's not even that pretty." "She's got hooters and a cunny, Will. Between you and me, I'd'a taken a poke at that thing Keith was wearing. While he was wearing it!" "What about Teresa?" you ask before you can stop yourself. He does a double-take at you. "What about—?" he starts to say, then blushes. "That's different," he stammers. "She's— She's real! The one over there—" He jerks his chin at Mickey. "She ain't real." "She thinks she's real," you remind him. "She thinks she's Madison Crawford." "She could think she's a Guernsey cow named Beatrice, and it wouldn't matter." An idea comes to you. It's a wild idea, and if you tried it you might fuck things up badly. But you could always fix it, you reflect, by just taking the mask off her. "What's your name again?" you ask the girl again after you've scrambled back over to where she's squatting. "Madison Crawford," she says in a tired, impatient voice. "No it isn't," you tell her. "It's Mickey. Michelle 'Mickey' Martin." Her eyes widen a little, but she doesn't argue. "What's your name?" you ask her. "Mickey, I guess," she grumbles. "Michelle 'Mickey' Martin." "Are you Madison Crawford?" you ask after a moment's hesitation. "I— My name's Mickey. Except— Well, it feels like I'm Madison Crawford. I remember being—" "Your name is 'Mickey'," you tell her with slow emphasis. "And you're a friend of ours. You're our friend. You like us. You think we're awesome." Caleb's grip on your arm tightens, and you feel yourself start to tremble all over. "We're all best friends, and we love to hang out. My name is Will, and his name is Caleb," you remember to explain as the girl stares at you intently, drinking your words in. "You used to be Madison Crawford. But you're not her anymore. You're Michelle Martin, and you're our friend." You swallow hard. "In fact," you say in a trembling voice, "you like us so much that you don't even mind taking your clothes off around us. It doesn't bother you at all." Her expression has gone very calm as you've talked, and now, when you're croaking voice dies into silence, she scrambles heedlessly to her feet, showing you her full, undressed body. It is slim but well-proportioned, with apple-like breasts hanging over a curved stomach, and a smooth slit between her legs. "Well," she says, "maybe I don't mind being naked in front of you guys. But could I at least get dressed? 'Cos it's cold in here!" * * * * * It's Caleb's turn to make out with Mickey, and rather than watch you have trudged back outside the barn, being careful not to impale yourself on the erection you got from your own long, slow, wet, nuzzling session with her. Gonna be interesting sharing this thing with Keith and Teresa, you dazedly reflect to yourself. That's all for now. |
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