Adrian had been staring at his phone screen without blinking for a while. His parents’ email was still open, and every time he read it he felt a knot form in his stomach.
Son, we’ve already reserved a table for Saturday at 8. We want to finally meet that girlfriend you keep talking about. Please don’t miss it.
He had lied.
He had been lying for months. Every time his mom asked if he already had someone, he invented details: that her name was Diana, that she was tall, brunette, smart and a little shy. That they had met at university. That everything was going really well between them.
The problem was that no Diana existed.
And he didn’t even have the money to pay someone to pretend to be his girlfriend for one night.
He was sitting with his elbows on his knees and his head in his hands when he heard the key in the door. Dylan, his roommate and best friend since the first semester of university, walked in and tossed his backpack onto the couch.
“That funeral face again,” he said while opening the fridge. “What happened now?”
Adrian handed him the phone without saying a word. Dylan read the email in silence and then let out a snort.
“Fuck, dude. You dug this hole yourself.”
“I know. Do you have any idea that isn’t ‘just tell them the truth and let them disown you’?”
Dylan stayed thoughtful for a few seconds, the fridge still open. Suddenly he clicked his tongue and closed it.
“Do you remember that weird book we found in the basement library last semester? The one that talked about transformations and pure cheap witchcraft.”
“The one we used as a coaster because we thought it was bullshit…”
“Exactly. Let’s see if we can find something that works.”
They spent almost two hours digging through old forums, poorly translated screenshots and pages that looked like they came straight from the 2000s. In the end they found a short spell written in very broken Latin. The effect promised to transform a person into a woman until midnight, “just like Cinderella.” At the bottom there was a nearly erased note:
If the transformed person receives semen before the last chime, the effect may last several more hours.
Dylan laughed under his breath.
“This has to be a scam. But well… if it actually works, you owe me some beers. And if it doesn’t, at least we get a good laugh.”
They looked at each other. Adrian was desperate. Dylan, as always, way too willing to do stupid shit for him.
“Do it,” Adrian finally said.
Dylan shrugged, read the words out loud and drank the glass of water with the salt and the drop of blood the ritual required (just a quick prick on the finger).
For three seconds nothing happened.
Then the air grew dense. Dylan folded over himself with a strange gasp. His body softened, curved, and filled with shapes it shouldn’t have. When he lifted his head, chestnut hair fell in soft waves down to the middle of his back. His chest had filled with two firm breasts. His hips had widened. And between his legs… nothing remained of what had been there before.
Dylan — now Diana — looked at her trembling hands.
“…No fucking way.”
Adrian was completely frozen.
“It worked,” he whispered.
Diana touched her chest in disbelief and then let out a nervous laugh, still with a slightly higher voice than normal.
“I’m a chick. And a hot one at that, huh? Look at your face, dumbass.”
That night at the restaurant, everything went better than either of them expected.
Adrian introduced “Diana” with a smoothness he didn’t even know he had. She smiled with calculated shyness, answered intelligently, and every now and then grabbed his hand under the table when Adrian’s mom asked too many questions. The parents were enchanted. The dinner flowed, the laughter came naturally, and for a while they almost forgot that everything was a lie.
The problem came when Adrian’s dad decided they were staying for the restaurant’s midnight show.
Diana checked the time on her phone under the table. 11:41.
She leaned toward Adrian and spoke quietly, almost brushing his ear:
“We’ve got nineteen minutes left. If we don’t do something, I turn back into your roommate in the middle of dessert.”
Adrian felt a chill run down the back of his neck.
“We don’t have time to leave…”
Diana looked at him. There was something different in her eyes. A strange, urgent heat that hadn’t been there an hour ago.
“Then we go to the bathroom. Now.”
The men’s bathroom was empty. They entered the stall at the end and the moment they closed the door, Diana pushed Adrian against the wall and climbed onto his lap, hiking up her dress.
“Take your pants down,” she told him, her voice already broken.
“Dylan, wait, this is…”
“There’s no time,” she cut him off, already rubbing her hot, soaked pussy against Adrian’s half-hard cock. “The last hour… the book wasn’t lying. I’m going crazy. Please.”
Adrian couldn’t refuse. He pulled his pants down as best he could. Diana guided herself and sat down in one single motion all the way to the base. The truth is the book said that in the last quarter hour the transformed person experiences an enormous sexual desire before changing back.
“Ah… so fucking good…” she moaned, starting to ride him with a desperate rhythm. “I love how you feel inside me…”
“S-shut up…” Adrian gasped, gripping her waist tightly. “All of this… ngh… all of this is your fault…”
Diana laughed between moans, moving faster and faster, as if she had known for years exactly how to ride a cock.
“Yes, yes, my fault… now fuck me for real. I want you to take me from behind before time runs out.”
They rearranged themselves as best they could in the tiny space. Diana braced herself against the door, watching to make sure no one came in while sticking her ass up. Adrian penetrated her with one deep thrust. Both of them let out a muffled moan at the same time while Adrian started moving his hips rapidly.
Then the main bathroom door opened.
Footsteps could be heard. Someone approached the sinks.
Diana bit her lip hard, trying to stay quiet. Every thrust from Adrian made her wilder. Her hands trembled while she tried to keep the stall door closed. As he moved his hips, Adrian started feeling a subtle sense of satisfaction. In a way he had the feeling that everything he had told his parents about “Diana” was actually based on Dylan, and that being in this position now felt so natural that he completely forgot the woman he was fucking had once been his best friend. In that moment she was a female… his female.
Meanwhile Dylan was feeling the greatest pleasure of his life, and at the same time the idea of being seen in such a pathetic state for any man with a bit of pride only made her hotter. In that distraction she let go of the door for a second. The lock was shit. The door opened a little and she pushed it shut again with fingers already weak from pleasure. She could barely stop herself from screaming Adrian’s name at the top of her lungs and moaning like a whore.
Somehow she managed to hold on until the guy left the bathroom. Only then could she finally let out a moan of pure ecstasy that showed how much her body loved being dominated.
“Faster,” she whispered, almost crying from need. “There are only minutes left… cum in me… mark me…”
Adrian couldn’t hold on any longer. He turned her around, put her on her knees and came exactly where she wanted: in her mouth and on her face. Diana took everything with deep pleasure, moaning softly while the cum ran down her chin.
“Like that…” she whispered in a hoarse voice. “Now I really am your woman for a little longer.”
They cleaned up as best they could with toilet paper and hand soap, fixed their clothes and left trying to look normal. They returned to the table just as the show was starting. Adrian’s parents didn’t notice anything… or at least pretended not to. The rest of the evening was pleasant for everyone, and Adrian’s parents left knowing their son had found a woman.
Later, already back at the apartment, the two of them stared at the microwave clock.
Midnight had passed almost an hour ago. Diana was still Diana.
They looked at each other in silence for a second. Then, without saying almost anything, they took their clothes off again.
That night they gave in to their lowest instincts and fucked like animals for as long as they could, extending the spell enough for it to last an entire week.
Of course, neither of them complained.
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