Going back home

Jess smirked, the power of the spell making her feel untouchable. She knew she had to be careful not to let it go to her head, but it was difficult not to when she had such a delicious toy to play with. "You can go now," she said dismissively, her tone cold and detached.

Mark looked at her, a mix of shock and disbelief on his face. "What?" he managed to say, his voice thick with lust.

Jess shrugged, the smirk never leaving her lips. "I said you can go now. I've had my fun." She turned away from him, her hips swaying as she made her way back to the driver's seat. She could feel his eyes on her, the heat of his gaze burning into her back, but she didn't care. The power of the spell had turned her into a heartless bitch, and she was loving every second of it.

With a flick of her hair, she slammed the door shut, leaving Mark standing there, his cock still out and his mind reeling. She watched him in the side mirror as he stumbled away, trying to pull himself together. The sight of him brought a dark satisfaction to Jess, a thrill that made her blood race.

In the dim light of the car's interior, she studied her reflection, her grin growing wider as she saw the smudges of makeup that had been smeared by passion and the wildness in Helen's eyes that was all her own. The power of the spell was like a ****, coursing through her veins, making her feel alive in a way she had never felt before.

Jess had always been the shy, insecure one, the one who was afraid to take risks. But now, in her best friend's body, she felt like she could conquer the world. The idea of turning Helen into a cheating slut filled her with a dark thrill, a chance to live out all the naughty fantasies she had kept hidden away.

As she drove away from the park, she couldn't help but talk to herself, the voice in her head a mix of excitement and disbelief. "Can you believe it?" she whispered, her eyes glancing at the reflection in the rearview mirror. "I just fucked Adam, and now I've got a stranger eating out of the palm of my hand. This body is like a fucking magic wand!"

The thrill of her actions washed over her, a heady mix of power and lust. She had never felt so alive, so in control. The idea that she could be anyone, do anything, was like a **** she couldn't get enough of. "But I can't let it go to my head," she reminded herself, her hand still trembling slightly from the aftermath of her orgasm. "I need to keep this a secret. For now, at least."

With that in mind, Jess decided to take the short drive back to her own house. She had left her own body there, lying in her room, an empty vessel waiting for her return. The thought of it was both eerie and exciting. As she pulled into the driveway, she took a deep breath, steeling herself for what was to come.

The house was dark and quiet, a stark contrast to the chaos of emotions and sensations she had just experienced. She tiptoed up the stairs, her heart racing in anticipation. When she reached her room, she found her body exactly as she had left it—sprawled on the bed, eyes closed, and completely lifeless.

For a brief moment, Jess felt a twinge of guilt, but it was quickly overwhelmed by the excitement of the night's events. She took a deep breath and focused her energy, willing her spirit back into her own form. The transition was smoother this time, the feeling of slipping into her own skin like sliding into a warm bath.

Helen's body collapsed to the floor with a thud, lifeless as a ragdoll. Jess watched for a moment, the sight of her friend's prone form bringing a mix of emotions—part horror, part exhilaration. But she pushed those feelings aside and turned her attention to herself, feeling the familiar contours of her own body, the softness and imperfections she had grown to accept.

But as she studied her reflection in the mirror, the memories of the evening's events came flooding back—the way Mark's eyes had devoured her in Helen's body, the power she had felt in every touch and command. And suddenly, the reality of her own form was too much to bear. The spell had shown her a taste of something she hadn't even allowed herself to dream of—being desired, being in control, being... Helen.

Jess felt a pang of longing as she took in her own soft curves in the mirror, the fullness of her thighs and the rolls of her stomach. It was like looking at a stranger's body, one that didn't quite match the woman she had become in Helen's form. The spell had not only changed her physical appearance but had also unlocked a side of herself that she had kept hidden away—a side that craved adventure, power, and most of all, passion.

Her hand reached out to touch her stomach, feeling the softness that was so different from the firmness she had just enjoyed. The disgust grew stronger as she compared her own body to the perfection she had just experienced. She had always been self-conscious, but now it was as if she was seeing herself through the eyes of the men she had encountered, their gazes lingering on her flaws.

Looking back at the crumpled form on the floor, Jess couldn't help but feel a twinge of envy. There lay Helen, the epitome of everything she wasn't—beautiful, confident, and desired. Her body was a weapon she had wielded so expertly tonight, and Jess had no intention of letting it go to waste.

Helen began to wake up, her eyes fluttering open with a groan. The look of confusion on her face was priceless as she took in her surroundings, her eyes finally landing on Jess. "What the...?" she murmured, her voice groggy.