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Prom Dates - TG

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"I don't know about this..." Jim fidgeted, wishing he could put more force into the words even as he said them. He was still lifting the wand, though, the willow wood digging into his hand a little as he clenched it.

Rand just shook his head, grinning. "It's the perfect solution. We both cast a spell, and whoever gets theirs done first gets a prom date. We both cover for whoever 'stayed home,' and no body ever has to know which guy was wearing a dress."

"Yeah, but transformation magic is... I don't think I can do this, Rand. I'm not good at that sorta thing." He felt like his skin was going to crawl off, thinking about the idea of magic crawling on him like that. He preferred using it on items, making new things. He could barely bring himself to point wood at a slug. But he couldn't deny Rand, either. Not when he was so worked up over something.

Rand shot him a smile, the type that always made him want to quiver, either from warmth or fear. Rand never smiled like that except to cajole him along. "Look, you just have to read from a book. Just say the spell while I do, and we'll end up with the perfect prom date, alright? I mean, the spell should only last twenty four hours if we do it right."

"Alright," Jim whispered, nodding. It wasn't all right. He wanted to scream that it wasn't alright, and that he wanted to go as he was; the idea that he might win wasn't even a factor, anyway, but he wouldn't mind going with Rand. He just wanted to go as he was. Instead, he managed a shaky smile and held his wand up. "On the count of three?"

"Three!" Rand started as soon as he spoke the word, leaving Jim to stumble behind. Rand never played fair, but he would have won anyway. Jim wasn't sure he could take the idea of Rand as a girl, anyway.

He tried to read fast anyway, stumbling over his words in his haste to get them out and pretend he really wanted to win. The runes seemed to blur in front of his eyes, wavering as he tried to pronounce them, picking up speed and slaughtering the pronunciations in the process. He wasn't sure it would do anything even if he did win, at that rate, but he wasn't good enough to read them properly yet. Rand had been teaching him ever since he got to school, but he still wasn't good enough.

He smiled at the memory, between sputtering attempts at words he barely knew. It had been how he met Rand, when he couldn't even read the directions to the classes, before he knew there was an English version. The way Rand had reached past to trace the runes and tell him what they meant had made Jim blush, back then, and the memory did now. He mangled the next ruin more than usual; he was fairly certain it had been an important one.

With a start he realized he had reached the end of the page, the runes beginning to glow once he'd stopped. He couldn't hear voice, either, but a soft whimper brought his eyes up. There were lines hanging around him, twisting across his arms and legs as they wound their way around the matching ruins.

"You... There was more on the other page," whispered Rand, pointing to the open book. "All the details, the endings... it shouldn't even work yet if you haven't read the other page!" His cries cut off as the lines wound their way into his mouth, yanking it open and sliding down his throat. The glow seemed to be beating now, moving in time with the air-bound runes, the ones Rand had spoken from memory. More lines were coming out, coming towards Jim. He stared at them for a moment, uncertain - the spells were supposed to be linked, so that only one would work. But he hadn't finished the spell, properly - before pressing turning around and slamming into the wall in his attempt to get away. He couldn't help Rand if he was caught, he reminded himself, willing his vision to clear from the impact. He couldn't help himself, either, the lines winding around him and squeezing him down. He could feel them cutting into his flesh, rubbing against his skin and sinking in. They enmeshed him, crawling down his throat with none of the violence they'd shown to Rand, moving throughout his body. He could feel them crawling around in there, pulling his waist inwards as he gasped and pushing out his hips. It tickled, a little; a pain dulled by a pleasure and covered over by an itch, was the closest he could come to describing it as it filled his chest from the inside. He watched as the breasts pressed out, milk white mounds rubbing against rapidly thinning cloth as clothes remade themselves. He was wearing a prom dress, with sleeves that bared his shoulders and a cleavage that came near to revealing his nipples. He didn't have to see those to be aware of them, two large areas of increased sensitivity rubbing against the silken cloth as it tightened enough to preclude a bra. He felt like someone could see right through it to the pink flesh.

The rest of him was still changing, blonde hair pulling out enough to make him wince as it wrapped itself into a bun atop his head. His thighs thickening as his legs shrank, narrow feet sliding into high heels that made him wobble for a moment. The first steps felt natural, though, a smooth walk coming to him as his sides crushed against his manhood. It slid between them without protest, pulling inside as she shivered with delight. It felt good somehow, right in a way she had to attribute to the spell. She even smiled at the idea that her womb was being formed, happy.

Slowly, reluctantly, she turned to Rand and prepared herself to flinch. Instead, her eyes widened as she blushed. Sheer red clothes clung to "Randi's" form, revealing overt curves caressed by long dark hair. Green eyes blinked out filled with worry as she took in Jinny's form, a mirror blush on her cheeks.

"Jinny?" she whispered, making the former boy blink. The name had popped into both their heads, apparently. "You're a... we're both... Oh, god, this is all so messed up... Jinny, butchered spells are almost impossible to reverse!" She sounded close to panic.

"It's going to be fine, Randi," Jinny smiled. She blushed a little as she gripped the girl's hand. "We'll figure things out."


"But... You don't... Your spell was all messed up, so I still like girls, but even with the after-affects of binding your sexual preferences should still have been-"
She slammed her lips into Randi's, hesitating for a moment until the other girl opened and then sliding her tongue in. For a moment, she simply closed her eyes and embraced it. "So..." she whispered it was done. "You still have those two tickets to the prom?"
My own take on an old classic. :P Similar theme to :iconmajorkerina:'s not so bad wish. Read it if you want to liiiiive!
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Iis18's avatar
this is so cute ;o;
i wish I'd read more of your stories sooner. they're really pleasant c: