Not the answer he hoped for

"My favourite colour?" Maisie repeated, sounding perplexed. "What does that have to do with anything?"

Adam's heart dropped into his stomach. This was precisely what he'd been afraid of. It was such a stupid question considering their conversation, and now he looked like a weirdo.

Perhaps mercifully, Zoe returned with their drinks and interrupted their awkward exchange. Adam took his pint and paid, before handing the bottle to Maisie. He could feel her staring at him, but didn't want to look her in the eye.

"I asked you about your girlfriend, and you just come back with that?" Maisie said. "Are you mental?"

Adam shrugged, feeling helpless. He wanted nothing more than to turn and leave the pub. To get away from this humiliating situation.

"Seriously, are you a psycho or something?" Maisie asked, taking a swig of her drink. "No wonder your so called girlfriend isn't here. You're fucking weird, you know that?"

Adam felt his shoulders slump. This was the most mortifying thing that had ever happened to him. He took an unsteady sip of his pint and felt the liquid slide down his throat. Maisie was watching him, clearly expecting him to reply.

"Come on, don't be a dick. Say something," she demanded.

"Sorry," Adam mumbled.

"Oh my god," Maisie exclaimed. "I thought you were a man, but you're just a pussy."

"I was trying to change the subject," Adam protested, finally turning to face her. He was taken aback to see that Maisie was grinning at him, contrary to her harsh words.

"Really? And what were you hoping I'd say?"

Adam hesitated, his mouth open slightly, unable to find the words.

"Go on," Maisie said, her tone encouraging.

"V-violet?"

Maisie's smile widened and her eyes glinted mischievously. The hand resting on his waist slipped lower, and she grabbed a handful of his buttock.

"Violet? Really?"

Adam couldn't move. His body was frozen to the spot as Maisie's fingers squeezed his butt. She leant closer to him, and he could smell her sickly sweet perfume mixed with ****.

"Shall I say it then?" Maisie said teasingly. "Violet. My. Love."

Adam gasped as his heart leapt into his mouth. He stared at Maisie, his mouth agape. She was grinning triumphantly and moved her hand from his arse, wrapping it around his back.

"I had you scared shitless, didn't I?" Maisie giggled, pulling Adam towards her.

Adam's pulse was still racing. The adrenaline from the ordeal was flooding his system and he was unable to think clearly. He didn't know whether to hug Helen or shout at her for putting him through that.

"Adam? Say something," Maisie said. Her smile began to fade and she stepped back, removing her arms from him. "Sorry, did I go too far?"

"You're a little bugger," Adam just about managed to say, his mind finally catching up. "I almost had a heart attack."

"Oh, stop being so dramatic!" Maisie, or rather Helen, rolled her eyes. "I just wanted to see how much you'd struggle. It's not every day I get the opportunity to see my boyfriend so flustered and embarrassed."

"It wasn't funny," Adam said, still struggling to process the fact that the teenage girl with her hand on his arse was in fact his girlfriend.

"Wasn't it?" Helen laughed, taking another swig from her drink. "Shall I leave you alone so you can mope in peace? Or do you want to come sit at our table?"

Adam's eyes flickered over to the table of teens who were watching the exchange intently. They seemed a little confused by the sudden change in tone between him and Maisie.

"Won't they think it's a bit weird, you inviting me to sit with them?" Adam asked. "You were giving me grief just a minute ago."

"Ugh, fine," Helen sighed. "We can just sit at another table. I'll just go over to them first and make up an excuse or something."

Adam watched Helen saunter over to the teenagers, who were eagerly awaiting an explanation. He saw her whisper something to them and watched as their faces slowly went from confusion, to amusement, and then apparent understanding. Helen gave them a parting wave and then headed back towards Adam.

"What did you say?" He asked.

"I just said you're friends with my brother, and I was just messing with you a little," Helen explained, finishing the last of her bottle. "Can you get me another drink? I need to pop to the toilet."

Adam nodded and took the empty bottle, heading over to the bar. Zoe was dealing with another customer so he just stood and waited. When she was finished, Zoe smiled over at him.

"You ok? Was everything alright earlier? With that girl?"

"Yes, yeah. She's the little sister of a friend of mine." Adam said, his voice shaking a little. He was still coming down from the adrenaline. "She thought it would be funny to give me a hard time. Anyway, she'd like another one."

Zoe chuckled and reached down to the fridge below the bar, retrieving another Smirnoff Ice. Adam paid and took the bottle and his virtually untouched pint over to a quiet corner of the pub, waiting for Helen to return. He sat down heavily, sighing. The adrenaline had left him feeling tired and jittery. He drank some of his pint, feeling the cool liquid slide down his throat and into his stomach, calming him a little.

Helen appeared a few moments later, smiling. Adam was now able to properly take in Maisie's appearance. She was slim, but her hips and breasts were full. Her makeup was very heavy, perhaps to make her look older or cover up acne. Her features were very pretty, though, and her brown eyes were large and sparkling. Her outfit showed off a lot of her figure. Maisie's crop top was tight fitting, displaying her modest cleavage and toned midriff. Her skirt was also fairly tight, and the hem sat way above the knee, showing off her long, slender legs. Strappy high heeled sandals finished the look, her toenails painted bright pink.

"Like what you see?" Helen teased, sitting down opposite him. She immediately took a long swig of her new drink.

"Yes," Adam admitted, his eyes drifting downwards again. "I can see why you chose Maisie. She's very attractive."

"She's a total babe, isn't she?" Helen grinned, running her hands through Maisie's hair. "I know I'm not much older than her, but being a teenager again is amazing. I can't believe I'm drinking alcopops again! They taste so good."

Adam watched his girlfriend down more of her drink. Her face was flushed, and her eyes were slightly glazed. He suspected Helen might be a little tipsy.

"How old is she anyway?" Adam asked, hoping Maisie hadn't fooled Zoe with a fake ID.

"Don't worry," Helen giggled. "She's eighteen. Her birthday was just a few weeks ago, but she's old enough."

Adam let out a sigh of relief and drank some more beer.

"So, tell me," Helen continued, leaning across the table and staring at Adam. "What was going through your head when I was messing with you? It looked like you were in hell!"

"I was!" Adam groaned. "I wanted to be anywhere else. You owe me big time for this."

"I do," Helen agreed, her head bobbing up and down. She drained the last of her bottle and reached for Adam's half finished pint.

"What are you doing?" Adam asked as Helen's slim fingers wrapped around his glass.

"Finishing this so we can do some shots," Helen said, bringing the glass to her lips.

Adam watched as his girlfriend, in the body of an eighteen-year-old girl, drank his remaining stout. She put the glass down on the table and then belched.

"There, all gone," Helen said, stifling another burp. Her eyes were shining and her cheeks were flushed. "I'll be back in a minute."

Adam watched her stand up unsteadily and stagger away towards the bar. She looked back over her shoulder and grinned before turning her attention to Zoe. The two were chatting for a few moments, and then reluctantly, Zoe handed Helen two shot glasses filled with clear liquid. Helen quickly downed one and then shook the empty glass, looking expectantly at Zoe. With a sigh, Zoe poured out another measure. Helen thanked her and carried the glasses carefully over to Adam, swaying as she walked.

"Vodka shots," Helen declared, plonking herself down in her seat. "Zoe is such a sweetheart. She gave me one extra because I explained what happened earlier. Obviously not about the spell or anything, but just that I was winding you up and then realised it was a bit cruel."

"Great," Adam said, picking up his glass. "Cheers, then."

"Cheers," Helen repeated, tapping her glass against his. She tipped the vodka into her mouth and swallowed, scrunching her face up. "Ooh, I should have stuck to the Smirnoff Ice."

"You were the one that wanted to do shots," Adam pointed out, drinking his own vodka.

"I know," Helen said, reaching across the table and grabbing his arm. "But now I want to go home. You know, and... Do things."

She stared at him with hungry eyes and bit her lip.

"You mean have sex," Adam stated.

"Well, yeah," Helen smirked.

"In Maisie's body," Adam clarified.

Helen leaned back in her seat, a coy smile on her face. She looked around to see if anyone was watching them. "Look underneath the table," she whispered, nodding downwards.

Adam hesitated for a moment, and then slid his chair back slightly, glancing down. Helen's legs were parted, and her short skirt was hitched up, giving him a clear view of her smooth, bare mound. She dropped a hand between her legs, spreading the folds of her labia apart. Her middle finger slowly traced a circle around her clit.

"This freshly eighteen year old pussy is so wet," Helen hissed, staring straight into Adam's eyes. "I want you to make her cum so hard. I bet she's a screamer."

Adam stared back, transfixed by the sight. He felt himself stirring, his cock slowly swelling in his jeans.

"Come on," Helen cooed. "Let's go."