Hurt, you tell Maisie goodbye with a parting shot

Author's note: This thread is inspired in part by Willow Tindersmith's thread 'Fight back the Urge', but will involve a bit more tension. Our protagonist (who is also called 'Simon' here) is a little more ethical but has less wiggle room to act on those impulses.

No images, sorry, I don't fuck with AI.

You look to Maisie, thinking of what she'd just revealed to you. The temptation to have her do something very sexy, or to change her body, is intense.

But you can't get past the fact that this is Maisie, your friend from childhood. And... thinking about it, the way she dismissed you out of hand as some sort of sexless not- really-a-man.

Maybe... maybe you've been a bit of a coward. You've been yearning after Maisie for years, now, but you've never made a move. Maisie's giving you this power over her feels less like trust, and more like an insult. Your stomach twists.

"Maisie..." you say.

"Yeah, Simon?" she replies, casting a wary eye in your direction. "... You're not going to use the curse on me, are you?"

You sigh a big sigh. "What did you mean, I'm not like a real guy?"

Maisie's brow furrows. "Um, I mean... we've known each other a long time. We've only ever been friends, and I always feel super-comfortable with you. And you've never been interested in me, like, physically."

You furrow your brow. "Maisie, you're like the only girl I've ever wanted to be with."

Maisie looks at you skeptically. "Are you for real? Since when?"

You raise your voice in complaint. "Since forever, Maisie. But we were so close that I didn't know how to tell you!"

Maisie's eyebrows shoot up. "Oh my god. Fuck, this was a big mistake. You're going to, I don't know, make me suck your cock. Or parade me naked through the school, or the mall, or —"

You shout. "Is that what you think of me? That I'll throw away our friendship in 60 seconds just to magically get into your pants? I fucking love you, Maisie, but I'm getting the feeling that you think I'm just some sort of rodent!"

Maisie begins to panic. "No! No, I don't think about you like that! Don't —"

"Shut up," you say. She instantly stops talking.

You look at her, astonished. She looks at you with naked fear.

"I can barely even look at you," you tell her. "I want you to leave. You can take your stupid curse and go live your life without me. I don't want to speak to you again."

Maisie works her mouth, but no words are coming out.

"You really can't say anything to me now, can you?" You ask her. She shakes her head.

"Can you talk at all? Call your mom and tell her you need a pick-up."

Maisie automatically picks up her phone, and dials a number. After a moment you hear someone answer faintly on the other end. "Hello, mom? I need someone to pick me up. I'm at school." You hear a faint question. "No," says Maisie. Another question. "I'll tell you later. Can you please come?" Her voice is wavering. After a second you hear a reply. "I'm okay. Just please come." Another pause. "Okay. I'll see you soon. Love you. Bye," she says, ending the call.

Maisie looks to you, her face reddening, her eyes watering.

You're just starting to cool down, not enough to even begin to forgive her, but certainly enough to leave her with a parting shot. "I don't want to fuck you up. You're free to talk, but I don't want you to ever try to talk to me or contact me again. I'd like you to leave."

Maisie puts her hand over her mouth. A slight squeak comes out.

You get impatient. "What do I have to tell you to get you to leave?? Go!"

Maisie quickly turns to open the door. She's starting to cry. You start to cry too.

"And you know what?" you shout as she tries to leave, fumbling with the door handle, then stepping uneasily from the car. "Your hair has a permanent pink streak in it now, to remember me by! See you never!"

As soon as she's clear of the car and closed the door, you turn on the ignition and gun out of the car park. You drive home furiously, only stopping to cry when you get home.