Oh, hells no! (C)

"Oh, hells no!" I sputtered. I was scared. I was angry. I was unclothed and not at all happy about it.

Before I had the chance to think about the wisdom of my reaction in the face of clear proof of supernatural powers, I leapt to my feet and grabbed for El's arm. I fully intended to escort my visitor right back out the door.

Instead, it felt as if a giant hand had grabbed me and shoved me away, lifting at the same time. Thank goodness for high ceilings, or I would have been badly hurt. Instead, I came to just as sudden a stop, my neck snapping back and my limbs flying wide. I froze in that position, in midair, somewhere over the coffee table. I was completely paralyzed. I could barely breath, and was left staring at the ceiling. I felt the rest of my clothes shred themselves off my body and now I was naked as well as helpless.

I could hear Elspeth pacing around my spread-eagled form, but couldn't see her.

"You little shit!" she growled. "Did you really think I'd let you lay a hand on me?"

Clearly a rhetorical question, because I couldn't speak any more than I could move. What was she going to do to me? Kill me? I didn't have long to wait.

"I like this apartment, and I like the idea of having a roommate, but I'm going to make damned sure you never dare raise your hand to me again."

As the witch spoke, I could feel something slowly enveloping my body, like stretchy clothing being pulled up my legs and arms simultaneously. The sensation moved up all four limbs in a matter of seconds, and continued over my waist, my chest and shoulders, up my neck, and finally over my face. I felt the movement completely cover my face, but I couldn't see it, and it didn't affect my ability to breath at all. Finally, weirdly, I felt it cover my scalp, under my hair.

Elspeth said, "Here we go, shit for brains. Brace yourself, 'cause this is going to hurt you a whole lot more than it hurts me."

What followed was days and years of unspeakable agony, compressed into about a minute of snapping bones, creaking ligaments, and other, meatier sounds. It felt as if someone had dropped me into a trash compactor and turned it on. No part of me was spared. The larger bones broke with sharp reports like firecrackers exploding. I wanted to scream, to cry, to beg. I could do none of those things.

Abruptly, the enveloping sensation ripped away from my body, and I got to feel that, too, as if someone had wrapped me head to toe in duct tape and then somehow ripped it all off at once. The sensations in my nipples, genitals, and ass crack were exquisite. Painful and shocking didn't begin to cover it. I heaved a lung full of air to scream, but still couldn't make so much as a peep. With no volition of mine, my position shifted from spread eagle to arms down and supine, floating on a cushion of air.

The witch laughed cruelly, and asked, "Enjoy that, perv boy? Trust me, you won't be getting violent with anyone ever again." I heard a plastic sound, a click, and she continued, "I got this pen at an estate sale. It makes anything I write on your skin unquestionably true for you and then the writing itself fades into your skin."

She read aloud as she wrote, shifting quickly from one part of my body to the next when she ran out of space.

"I'm only sexually attracted to men," she read, and it was true. I pictured some of my most treasured memories of beautiful porn stars, but it was the men in the scenes with them that excited me.

"I'm a flirty little twink."

"Any cock is a good cock."

"I'm not choosy, just horny."

"I can't wait to lose my virginity to the first man who will have me."

"I'm proud to be a slut."

"I walk and talk and in every way act like the flaming little faggot I am."

"I'm a deeply submissive bottom."

"Elspeth is my new BFF, and I implicitly trust her to help me be the best faggot twink I can be."

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

"I'm grateful to the bottom of my heart that Elspeth helped me realize what a slutty twink I am."

Elspeth capped the pen, and I felt myself shifting to an upright position, then my feet touched down on the low coffee table. My body buzzed and my mind reeled as I stepped down from the table. My legs gave out a little, and I pitched forward, but El caught me easily and held me upright. My face had landed right between her breasts, which shortly ago would have elicited a sexual thrill from me. Now, they were just skin and fat and happened to be there. I righted myself and looked up into the smiling face of the witch who'd been torturing me.

I looked up into her face. While standing upright. Terrified, I bolted for the bedroom and the full-length mirror Chip had installed on the inside of his closet door. Or, rather, I scampered, with my elbows out and my wrists flopping all over the place. What the fuck?!

El followed me, and was thus standing behind me in what would soon be her bedroom when I teetered to a stop in front of the mirror and saw the new me.

My mouth fell open all on its own as I took in the mirror image. I was way shorter than before. 5' 2" at the most, if I stood up extra tall. And overall, I was petite. My shoulders were narrower than El's and every part of me was about as dinky and skinny as an adult human could be. I'd always been gamer flabby, but if I had any muscle left I couldn't see it. My hands and feet were tiny. My face was androgynous to an ****. No one would ever be able to tell from a driver's license picture whether I was a man or a woman. My hair was buzzed very short on one side and hung down past my chin in a sloping bob on the other (longer at the front) and bleached platinum blonde, with a streak of bubble-gum pink in the front. Aside from scalp hair, pencil-thin eyebrows, and naturally long, thick lashes, there wasn't another hair anywhere on my body.

My cock! My poor cock! I had managed to turn myself on just looking at myself in the mirror, and my fully erect cock was approximately as thick as former thumb and maybe 3" long. The balls tucked underneath couldn't have been bigger than across than quarters.

I was turning from side to side, trying to check out my new ass, when I heard Elspeth ask, "So, when can I move in?"