Jay’s Temptation

“This is the last room on our list. We did it, Jay!”

Becca was exuberant, making her seem more beautiful than ever. The past week had felt like a dream. There had been so many little conversations, blossoming inside jokes, and moments of sweetness. Try as he might to fight it, Jay knew he was in love.

“We did it! Now all that’s left is the final showdown.”

“Ugh, on one hand I’m scared. On the other, I feel impatient. I just want to get it over with!”

“Remember, we shouldn’t rush things. We both need to be at one hundred percent to do this.”

Even as Jay said these words, he doubted them. He knew the ritual like the back of his hand. He shared Becca’s impatience. He wanted to meet the challenge head on. He also knew that Becca was more frightened than she let on. The demon seemed to be haunting her dreams day and night.

What if I just did it? I could spare her the worry and look like a hero.

Jay tried to **** the thought away. It was irresponsible and stupid.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, Mr. Safety! I understand the risks. I’m just saying how I feel. Real people have feelings, you know!”

At first, these little digs had really bothered Jay, but over the course of a week, he had learned they were actually how Becca expressed friendship. Now he beamed whenever she made fun of him. It meant she liked him.

“I know you know,” he said with a smile. “You know all of this stuff just as well as I do. You’ve been incredible, Becca.”

“No, you’ve been incredible! You didn’t have to help me, but you did. You gave me a game plan and saved me when I needed saving. Thank you.”

Suddenly, Becca turned Jay’s world upside down. She kissed him, not on the cheek or forehead, but right on the lips. It was a wet, eager kiss. Intimate, but also sloppy. That smell of strawberries filled everything.”

“Whoa! What…huh…was that for?” Jay asked.

Becca smiled.

“I wanted to see if you’re as good of a kisser when I’m not demon-drunk,” she said. “Turns out, you are!”

Jay turned as red as a beet and tried to hide his throbbing hard on.

“I’ll see you at midnight, Tiger!”

With that, Becca skipped off down the hall.

It was then that Jay made the biggest mistake of his life. He grabbed his pack with all the ritual items in it and rushed to the library. There, he hid until the school closed up and the sun went down.

“I’m really going to do this,” he whispered, stepping out into the main section of the library.

A moonbeam filtered through the window, casting the room in an eerie pale glow. It was time to start.

Jay immediately started setting up the banishment ritual on the floor in front of him. He was scared as hell, but also excited. What would Becca think when he defeated the demon on his own? Maybe she would kiss him again. Maybe they would go beyond that!

He laid the last chalk line and stood admiring his work. For a moment, he felt on top of the world. Then reality came crashing back down on him with the **** of an asteroid impact.

Strong hands grabbed him from behind and threw him to the ground. He landed in a heap on the floor, his entire body vibrating with pain. He groaned and then turned to face his assailant. A tall, menacing figure towered above him, its athletic body brimming with strength. His eyes focused and he gasped audibly.

“What do you think of the new me, Jay?”

It was Mary! Not the sweet, mousy Mary he knew, but a transformed version that was almost unrecognizable.

Mary was as tall as Jay, maybe even a little taller. She had exchanged her school uniform for a plain black t-shirt that looked like it was once baggy, but now fit her snuggly. The shirt cut off above the girl’s navel, revealing her rippling, washboard abs. The sleeves pressed tightly against not inconsiderable biceps and triceps. On her chest swelled two plump, gravity defying breasts that bulged tightly, as if hefted by muscle growing underneath.

Beneath the shirt, Mary wore a pair of loose male gym shorts which hung down low enough to reveal the top of a dense thicket of pubes.

Mary smirked at Jay, realizing just how supreme her strength was over him. Her face was a strange and pleasing blend of masculine and feminine. Her jaw was chiseled. Her neck sported a prominent Adam’s Apple. Her lips were plump and cherry red, her brown eyes were big and sparkly, her lashes long, and skin soft and sweet. She was beautiful, yet handsome.

“Of all the boys I was expecting, you were at the bottom of my list. It sucks, because I actually like you a lot. I love our after school conversations. Still, you attacked my mistress, so I have to do this.”

The depth of Mary’s voice startled Jay. It was so deep and masculine — deeper than his for sure. Even so, it was unmistakably Mary’s voice. It contained all the same lilts and idiosyncrasies. It was Mary’s voice, just dropped more than an octave.

“Mary, whatever this monster did to you. We can revert it. Let us help you.”

“She doesn’t need your help,” deliciously feminine, yet cold voice spoke from behind Jay.

The boy’s body suddenly froze in place.

“The thing is, Jay…” Mary pulled her shorts down to reveal the biggest surprise yet. “I don’t think you can revert this!”

Suddenly, Mary’s voice and new muscle mass all made sense. Her balls had dropped, literally!

“Now, James,” a clawed finger scratched down Jay’s neck. “Let’s turn our attention to you.”