The Company is Fun

He takes you back to the top floor and escorts you to a staircase. You climb up to the roof. Sitting on a balcony is PM.

“Come, Lily, before the filet gets cold.”

You take a seat.

“Did you enjoy Gil?”

You blush. “He was quite attentive.”

She laughs. “You are wonderful. Have you given any thought to my proposal?”

“I don’t know. You’re a demon aren’t you?”

“Yes Lily, but I’m really not much different than you, except for my magic.”

“You can do magic!”

She laughs. “A little, but I need to borrow a soul to do it.”

“Do you steal souls?”

“Not to do magic, dear. And, I would never steal yours.”

“If you borrow my soul, can I watch you do magic?”

“Of course. Watch.”

She caresses your chest with sharp fingernails. She gives a yank and a bright blue and white light that looks exactly like you appears next to her. You feel strangely empty.

She touches the light and seems to move it around. When she finishes it is a bit darker and you swear it has tiny black horns. She pushes it back into you. You feel giddy.

“There let me show you.”

She claps her hands and a servant brings up a mirror.

“Go, look.”

You stand before the mirror and marvel at your body. Your breasts have grown a couple of cup sizes, your waist seems thinner, and your face is subtly sexier.

“Now you can keep up with all those Vegas girls who sold their souls for beauty.”

“This is incredible!”

“I’m glad you like it, dear. If you allow me the honor of adopting you, I’ll take it one step further and make you truly my daughter.”

“Would I be able to do magic?”

“It takes time and practice, Lily. But, I promise to teach you how.”

“I…”

“Don’t make a decision yet, dear. Sleep on it. I want you to be certain. I don’t want you choosing me just because you don’t want to be alone.”

“Thank you.”

You return to your room feeling energized. You decide to go out. As you look over your clothes you realize none of them will fit.

You ponder what to do. Finally you pick up the phone.

“PM I have a little problem.”

“What can I help you with, dear?”

“None of my clothes fit anymore.”

“Oh! I had forgotten about that. I’ll send over Gil to remedy the situation.”

“Thanks, mom.”

The words just roll out of your mouth, but they feel right. You can practically see PM grinning on the other end of the line.

“No problem, dear. I’d do anything for my daughter.”

Two minutes later Gil knocks on your door. You realize he must be on call.