Lisa the Witch, and Officer Emmy

“W-wow…”

Grace was totally enraptured by her reflection, stroking her cheek as she took it in. Seeing another person in the mirror was always going to be crazy, doubly so if it was a beautiful woman like Lisa. And getting to see that gorgeous, stolen body all dressed up? It just took things to the next level entirely.

The Lisa who stared back at the former shy girl was wearing a form fitting black dress, with a short skirt and plenty of attention given to Lisa’s perkiest assets. See through mesh sleeves worked down her arms, while her legs were covered in thigh high suede boots terminating in heels. Finally, perched upon her head, was a wide brimmed witch hat, completing the look. Watching her from the doorway, it already felt like she’d cast a love-spell on me.

“Stop right there!”

“Lisa” jumped up in fright at my sudden intrusion, but still barely had time to react before I grabbed her hands and held them behind her back.

“I’m arresting you for witchcraft related violations! Do you have a permit for being so beautiful?”

“Huhhh??”

She started laughing now, as I broke into a smile too, unable to take such cheesy dialogue seriously.

“M-maybe… I’d be happy to be taken to the police station if every officer is as pretty as you?”

“D-don’t think sweet talking me will get you out of this!”

“Ufufufu, Alex, you’re too cute blushing like that. You even started talking like me a little~”

“Y-you have the right to remain silent!”

The grin on Lisa’s face just spread wider, a cheeky, softly spoken confidence coming to her, before she responded:

“Make me~”

My heart beat faster in my chest, seeing this more confident side of her turning me on. Everything we were doing together was just making her all the bolder, and knowing I was having this positive influence on her was as hot as it was wholesome. I stepped forward and leaned up to kiss her, hearing her moan into my mouth as our lips met.

I could feel my pussy get hot between my legs, while my tongue entered her mouth. Both our lips were so soft and full as they pressed together, and being the shorter one was getting me off just as much as knowing if anyone saw us now, they’d so clearly see Lisa making out with her best friend, Emmy.

Time stretched as we kissed, losing ourselves in each other, before we broke apart. My heart melted a little as I gazed into her eyes, seeing how wide her pupils were; feeling the bewildering, dopamine laced sensation of seeing my old crush’s eyes clearly registering love for me.

“Your costume is really cute by the way.”

“Mhmm, hmm! Thank you!”

I looked to the side, embarrassed by everything I’d been thinking, before stepping around Lisa to get a better look at myself. Emmy was going as a sexy police lady this year, an outfit I was more than happy to wear in her place.

The inexpensive costume police hat looked cute on my head, smooth, shiny brunette hair tumbling in silky waves down my shoulders. A checkered tie divided the tight button up shirt I wore, the knot at the top naturally loose while the higher buttons were left open to expose my perky cleavage.

The really sensational parts of the outfit though, were from the waist down. My shape, so explicitly, overwhelmingly womanly, was clear to see in the ultra tight formal skirt I wore. Wide hips, incredibly shapely thighs and a stunning ass made me bite my lip hard as I examined myself, before reluctantly tearing away my eyes. My legs were encased in elegant pantyhose, while my feet terminated in six inch heels, pushing my body upwards in just the right way.

Thank goodness this power gives me the muscle memory of the person I wear, otherwise there’s no way I’d be able to walk in these…

I turned, Emmy’s pilfered experience making movement effortless, while I admired the slutty cop in the mirror. My eyes traced up to my face, seeing glossy red lips hanging open in a way that was still so pretty, a gorgeous face looking starstruck.

Looking like this… it’s like a dream come true. I look incredible.

My confidence was skyrocketing, as I interlaced my fingers with my “bestie” and lead her towards the door.

“C’mon!”

“Lisa, Emmy!! Oh my Gosh, you both look amazing!”

Ashley was all smiles as she rushed forward, taking us up in a big group hug. Pressed in tight to her, I could smell the bright, warm notes of her perfume, and feel the slinky satin of her princess dress.

“You look really magical, Lisa! And Emmy, sooo hot as a police woman! Maybe tonight you’ll find someone worth handcuffing?”

“Ehehe, I think I just might, Ashley.”

I gave a knowing giggle, while glancing at Lisa. She was blushing, the sudden compliment and the hug from a pretty girl like Ashley making her feel all sorts of ways. For someone like Grace, who so often blended into the background, it must have been strange suddenly being so warmly received.

“Y-your princess dress is really cute too, Ashley! I mean… your Highness.”

“Awww, Lisa, thank you! Gosh, you’re just so cute tonight, I don’t know what it is. My special witch.”

Ashley beamed at her, making “Lisa” just seem all the more bashful. It really was adorable.

“C’mon inside, things have already been heating up. These pre-drinks are already getting a little wild.”

Ashley took our hands and lead us into her apartment, the sounds of music and laughter welcoming us. Out of the three girls, she had the biggest place, renting privately rather than living in the student apartment blocks like the rest of us. That just made it the perfect place to have a proper pre-game party, and get some drinks in before heading to the main event for the night.

Walking inside, we were met by cheers, people turning to us and rushing over.

“Lisa, oh wow, it’s so good to see you!”

A cute girl dressed as a nurse beamed, giving Lisa a hug, while a guy dressed as Jar Jar Binks my stolen memories informed me was one of Emmy’s friends said:

“Emmy, you made it! Ayo, you’re looking amazing tonight!”

We greeted people, one after the other, walking deeper through the crowd. Sometimes Grace would stutter, and not be entirely sure what to say, but I was there to lean in close and whisper a few words to her, or guide the conversation in a way that kept things easy for her to answer.

Making it to the kitchen, Lisa spun on her heels and leaned against the counter, blowing air through her lips. I just laughed at how overwhelmed she looked, my heels sounding so satisfying against the floor tile as I placed them between her feet and stood close to her, in her personal space.

“So, shy girl. How does it feel getting to be miss popular?”

“Wowww, Ale-”

“Ah ahhh.”

I leaned in close, whispering to her.

“Do I look like Alex to you, Lisa?”

“Mhmm, I mean, of course not, Emmy. It’s… it’s actually so crazy though! I’ve never had so many people look at me before. And they’re all so nice and kind and interested in what I have to say! It’s amazing…”

“I’m glad you’re enjoying it. I mean, really who wouldn’t want to talk to such a cute witch?”

She just gulped a little, looking embarrassed at how much she was enjoying the compliment.

“Now, what are you drinking? Looking like we do right now, something tells me no-one is going to complain if we take what we want.”

I gestured to what was just behind Lisa on the counter top, seeing her jump as she was startled to see dozens of bottles of liquor, cans of beer, random snacks and sodas, and of course those iconic red plastic cups no college party is complete without.