A familiar, yet unfamiliar, visitor

Just as the three beautiful Faes were about to reward you, you hear a knocking, honestly more like banging, on your door. “Open up, you son of a bitch!” a feminine voice screams. “What the hell?” you ask. You quickly throw on your underwear and pants from last night and head over to the door. The banging continues until it’s finally open. “Um, excuse me, do I know you?” you ask. Before you stands a beautiful, but angry, woman, with long dark hair, piercing green eyes, nice tan skin, and wearing the baggiest shirt and sweat pants that hide her figure.

“You bet your fucking ass you know me!” the unknown woman says. While there does seem to be a tinge of familiarity, nothing is coming to mind. “Are you sure? Because I haven’t really met a lot of people in the short time I’ve been here, so I’m sure I would remember you.”

“Oh, let me give you a hint. You stole my fucking amulet!” the woman says. It suddenly hits you. The dark hair. The green eyes. The anger and sense of entitlement. “No fucking way. Mike?” Your genderbent tormentor pushes you inside and slams the door behind him … her … them. Paphia, Ariella, and Lilencia all turn to look at the interaction. You can’t help but wonder what happened to Mike. You just have to know. “What happened?”

“What happened?” Mike responds, teeth gritting. “What happened? I’ll tell you what fucking happened! Apparently the potion, that I meant for you, really should not have been mixed with tequila. Because there may be some side effects … like these!” Mike says as “she” grabs her bountiful chest. And you do mean bountiful. The size of those things. They have to be, at least, Double Ds. They might even be bigger and they’re just being hidden by the baggy shirt. The bagginess of the shirt can’t hide the perky nipples poking through though. Mike notices you staring and smacks you. “Stop being a pervert & staring at my tits, dude!” Mike tells you.

“I’m sorry, but what did you expect when you grabbed them like that?” you respond. “Is this permanent?” you ask. Mike looks away. “I don’t know. I called up my potions guy and he said to leave him out of this. He doesn’t need some ‘stuck up rich kid’ messing with his business. But he did tell me that this could be temporary or it could be permanent. And, if it is temporary, he doesn’t know how long it could last.”

Finally, the three Fae approach you two. Mike looks at both Lilenica & Ariella’s pregnant bellies and exclaims, “You fucking knocked them up too?! Goddamm it! Not only do you get fuck beautiful Fae women, but you get to knock them up and not have to deal with raising the kids too! I fucking hate you.”

“If you hate me so much, what are you doing here?” you ask. Mike puts a dainty finger on your chest. “You’re going to help me,” Mike demands. “John, is there a problem?” Prophia asks. You answer, “Ladies, I’m sure you all remember Mike. You all met him last night.”

Ariella jokes, “She looks more like a Michelle to me.” Mike points a finger at the pixie. “Hey! Shut up!” You get face to face with Mike, well as close to face to face since Mike has also lost several inches to his height. “You know, for someone who says they need my help, you’re not exactly being super nice.” As much as Mike hates to admit it, but your right. So, “she” begrudgingly tells Ariella, “I’m sorry.”

“Better,” you note. “Now, how can I help you?” Paphia pulls you aside and whispers, “Are you sure you want to help him? He doesn’t seem like he’s worthy of your help?” You respond, “I don’t know. But I just want to help him and get him out of my life.” She replies, “I’m not sure it will be that easy.” Hopefully it will be. You walk back to Mike and ask, again, “How can I help you?”

Mike answers, “You are going to make me a potion that will turn me back.” This confuses you. “I don’t know how to do that. I had very little experience with Fae and magic before coming here. What makes you think I’ll be able to make a complex potion like that?” you ask. Mike grabs the amulet around your neck. “Because of this. This here will make sure you, luckily, will make the right potion.”

That seems like a flimsy reasoning. “How do you know that will work?” you ask. “Because if this thing can rewrite to rules of probability to make you, a farm town loser, into a bonafide stud that gets to dick down three hot ass Fae chicks, it will be able to make whatever combination of ingredients you put together to somehow, someway, make me normal again.”

“Say this works. What’s in it for me?” you ask. Mike growls and says, “Are you seriously asking that?” You respond, “Yes, I’m serious. If this works, I want you to leave me alone. That means no coming after me. No trying to fuck me over. You leave me alone. It’s not my fault you didn’t know what would happen if I put on the amulet, that you told me to put on by the way. So, if I can somehow turn you back into a guy, you leave me alone. Deal?”

Mike weighs the options. On the one hand, he still hates you for taking, what he thinks, is rightfully his. On the other hand, if he stays this way, not only will he be a woman for the rest of his life, but he could get into some serious trouble for (a) having those potions in the first place and (b) using them on a fellow student. “Fine,” Mike says, with gritted teeth. You extend your hand to “her,” and “she” shakes it. “So now what do we do?” you ask.