A Marked Change (C)

El's smile was anything but reassuring. My balls were making a fair bid to pull up inside my body. I couldn't move. I was being held in midair with no apparent effort. I'd offended a powerful witch. If I could have talked, I might have started begging for mercy right about this time.

My soon-to-be new roommate turned and bent over, reaching into her purse for something. For the first time that day when offered a chance to ogle her most excellent ass, I didn't do so. When she turned back around, El held what looked to me like a permanent marker.

"I have just the thing," she said. "Normally, I can only change things physically. However, I picked this little beauty up recently at an estate sale, and I've been dying to try it. With this, I can change your thoughts. Anything I write on your skin becomes absolutely true for you. Cool, huh?"

Okay, no. Five minutes ago, all this was cool. Now it most assuredly was not. Had she not paralyzed me magically, I would have left a Dean-shaped hole in the nearest wall like in an old cartoon, running for the hills.

El looked too lost in thought for her question to have been more than rhetorical. My body floated a bit lower, but not enough to touch the low table, and rotated so that I was laid out in the air as if on a bed. The witch uncapped the marker and approached my supine body.

"It takes a minute for each change to take place. Once it has, the writing disappears. Just for kicks--well, really because I'm a bit annoyed with you and will enjoy the seconds of panic between when I write something and when it takes effect--I'll tell you what I'm writing. Ready?" And she laughed.

She commenced to writing, and read aloud, "I feel no sexual attraction for females."

She paused, and looked at my face. I'm sure I looked appalled. Then I realized how true that was. I thought back to all the hundreds of hours of porn I'd watched, and not a single recalled image did a thing for me. Many of the women were pretty, or even beautiful--but they weren't sexy.

There was no more pausing after this first TRUTH. El simply moved to a different part of my body and kept writing while one TRUTH after another sank in.

"I am only turned on by other men."

"I want to be a woman in every way except I will keep my penis."

"I want to take up drag as a fun hobby."

"My drag persona is a slutty bimbo, like an outrageous Barbie doll."

"I watch women to see how to act, move, talk, and dress, and unconsciously imitate them until my feminine persona is my primary persona."

"I can't wait to lose my virginity to a big, strong man."

"The idea of sucking a hard cock and swallowing turns me on more than anything."

"Elspeth is my new BFF, and whatever she suggests to help me be a better woman is the best suggestion ever."

"I will immediately start cross dressing and seek medical help to transition."

"I trust Elspeth absolutely to use her magic to help me transition, but I'll do as much of it as possible myself."

"I am adamant and proud about my attraction to men and my desire to transition."

"I will come out to my family and my employer as soon as possible."

El capped the pen and stepped away from me. My body rotated back into a standing position, and I felt the coffee table take my weight as I settled back down onto my own two feet. The last two TRUTHS were still soaking in as I stepped down to the floor. I reeled under the **** of my mind being rewritten in such a wholesale fashion, and hurried to sit down on the couch before my legs could give out.

A part of my mind was trying desperately to parse what El had done to me. Another part was noticing my disgustingly hairy legs and wanting to go shave them right now. Another part was watching El out of the corner of my eye as she went back to her seat on the other end of the couch.

"So," she said, "when can I move in?"