No, not yet, the Ginger isn't ready

"..."

The three girls stopped fucking and began drinking water I summoned. They did seem a bit tired. Well, easily fixed. "..."

Stacy and Emily stood up but Ginger sort of sunk to her knees breathing heavily. Oh... I see, asthma. "..."

Ginger fell asleep but her breathing steadied. I thought it might be a bit much for her to realize she wasn't breathing in the way she remembered her entire life. I made her lungs and throat just perfect, I thought as I reached down as I took her inhaler.

"She needs that," Stacy said.

"And just who decided that?" I asked.

"God, when she was born with a chronic lung condition," she barked.

I giggled. "God? Well... that is amusing. You barking? No.. that is just not creative enough." I looked and saw her hands curling into a fist. Ooo, now that was interesting. "I always thought you had a bit of fire in you. Come on, show me that back bone!" I closed my eyes. Come on.

Oh, there it was right in the face, except... that was too strong. Yep, definitely Emily. "What did you do to me you bitch!" I shifted my weight and caught her wrist with my tail and rubbed my nose.

"Well, that was rude. I was talking to Stacy, and," I turned to glance but Stacy's face was looking down. Sigh. Her hands were open, her brief glimpse of courage now gone. Well, what is a shy nerd meant to do when the jock gets beaten so easily?

"Let me go, you freak bitch!" Emily whined trying to wiggle her wrist free.

"Emily, you are beginning to be a downer to my ball, I would rather you stop," I said.

"My name isn't Emily. It's Emily! Wait.. But! What did you do to me you monster!" she shouted trying to kick me.

"..." I snapped my fingers and she vanished. I turned my gaze to Stacy. She was shivering now. Ugh. Not what I wanted. See what you did Emily? Well, damage control time. "I did warn her. Don't worry, she is fine. Just, call what she is getting more a time out. Stacy, you are not in trouble. You wouldn't have been in trouble had you struck me. If anything the contrary. I would have been so fucking proud of you. But it is fine. But, as we have a sleeping Ginger, and well, a sleeping kitty."

"Kitty?" she asked.

"Oh, don't worry, you are just having a dream," I said. "..." I snapped my finger. I was tempted to change the entire scene but no. This was worth a bit of fun. My sweet Stacy. So, frustrated, wanting to love Chrissy so badly. Well, your dreaming. "Why not, it is a dream," I whispered.

"Yeah, a dream," she said, her eye a bit glossy. "I can have fun."

"Wait, being a dream is no reason to be rude, best to smell nice, she loves strawberries, so lets just," I paused and gave her a squirt on both her breasts, her pussy and face. And just for good measure. "..."

Her breasts swelled quite a bit, taking a deep breath. I removed all the hexes from earlier, but her breasts were sensitive again from the size, I gave them a light subtle squeeze. A bit of milk dribbled out.

"Ooo, hmmmnnn," she moaned.

"Tell me what you are Stacy?" I asked.

"I'm a single mom. I love my kitty Chrissy and my daughter Ginger. And I will protect them and love them, and its just a dream so I can make them feel good," she said.

"Perfect," I snapped my fingers and ooo. First time I teleported. Fun. Hmm, oh, she made it far. Emily was out of breath, holding baseball bat. Some sort of locker room?

She huffed out of breath. "What do you want! Just who are you! What are you?" she asked.

Wait... who? Oh... I guess, I paused and smiled. So Eddie didn't realize I was his fellow carpet muncher. Hehe. Perhaps this might be some fun anyhow. Sympathy for the devil reference? No, damn it, her was too dumb to get that. Grrr. Using my Aether sight, I could see the field was empty. I had teleported her football field earlier. She made it all the way to the baseball changing rooms to get a baseball bat. A long run for such a short time. I guess having only gender bent her, she was still a star running back athlete. Well. Let's try some presentation!

"..."

We teleported back to the football pitch. "Welcome," I said. "I know you aren't the sharpest knife in the drawer, but well, did you really think you can outrun me."

"Who are you?" she asked.

"I suppose, right now, I look quite a bit like your girlfriend right? Maybe a bit hotter?" I asked.

"Not really. Too tall, too muscular," she said.

I clenched my fist and I nearly cracked my teeth. Seriously. You... Awwww, yes. thank you. As a fresh demon, it could be easy to be overwhelmed by my emotions. I could feel her, Lucy and Evelyn holding my wrists, telling me to calm down. Fucking Emily. This form isn't good enough for you is it?

"Okay. Then, how about this!" I shouted as I teleported behind her. Yes, that form is perfect. Venus, I will borrow her face. Blonde, long curls, Greek skin, with even classic blue eyes and all of the curves topped off with huge breasts. "Recognize this form."

"Uh... I... did wait, you can change form, did you do porn or something? I haven't watched that stuff in a long time," she said.

Insulting my other faces now! Ugh! Just! How stupid are you! You don't have some intrinsic understanding of when you are looking at the form of a Greek Goddess of beauty! Okay! Then! How about! Lucy! The form he would recognize. Not your feminine form. Not the one you used to comfort me. The Satan of your bible!

"Wait, your a guy? Is this your true form? I'm sorry, but am I supposed to know any of these?" she asked.

"You don't even understand the truth when you see it," I said. "Fine, let me show you this then." I just changed into a cartoon devil.

She fell back grasping for the cross around her neck, but she was naked, so nothing was there. I wanna give her the dick back, just so I can kick her in it.

"The... devil!"

"Yes, yes. Devil. Call me that again and I am gonna send you to hell, or something. Call me Lord, or the Satan," I said.

She quivered. "I... uh, I... not trying to offend you or anything. But like. Is the Lord-"

I tackled her to the ground. "Don't you dare! Not calling me Lord. Fair enough. Don't you dare call that one by that title. Only six others besides me are worthy of it. Well, at least in my presence. Is that clear?" I asked.

"Yes," she said, looking worried.

I stood up and let out a sigh. "You really taking the fun out of this, well," I paused and looked at my "cartoon devil hand." Ugh, enough of it. I returned to my Trish form. "Forget it. Call me whatever you want. As for my aim? I wanted to have fun. Sooo," I walked up to her. And touched reached down and touched her right below the neck. "You can feel it right? Light arousal, but also pride right? Feels strong? Like you can beat anyone?"

"Yeah," she said. "That's... what?"

I pressed my finger to her lips. "Just let it build. Our game won't be any fun if your a scared little mouse. That isn't the Emily everyone knows. Right, you probably wanna know about that, don't you?"

She nodded. Right now my touch was like the books touch, but I could moderate the strength. She was feeling confident enough to try and stand? "..." No. Stay.

"TSF, but that might as well be Greek to you. Basically, you are Emily. In the mind of the world, you always have been. But that's all I changed. They all remember you being here with the football team, on this field, or near it I suppose. Same classes. Same friends. Same parents. Same room. I changed your clothes, so it would fit. Everyone remembers how they felt about Eddie. But they remember Emily. Do you get it?" I removed my hand off her lips but kept my other hand to push her pride higher.

"It doesn't... it doesn't make sense. How would they feel they did about Eddie if they didn't know Eddie?" She asked.

I giggled. "Ever have a moment when you went, oh wow, how did I not notice how beautiful she was before. That. That is how each football player will react when they see you in person next. This hot Emily, they knew for years, but the idea of trying to rizz you never crossed their mind. They won't even know why. But once they see you, they will know why!"

"Oh god! They... My life!" Her face turned blue.

I smiled. "Right?" Now that is it! The fuckin lucky Eddie. And idiot. You had the luxury. And I took it away. "All I did, make you a girl. And well, as you saw earlier, you can't say your name was anything but Emily. Same with girl. You can try. But you can't say your a boy."

"But I'm a girl!" Her face froze. "I'm a girl! A girl! Girl!"

I just couldn't stop laughing. And oh. There it was. The pride. The fury. "So, I suppose, the Satan came down to the football field. I name the game, you name your prize. But I name my prize. Soooo, whatcha want?"

"..." I snapped my fingers and she jumped back up.

"Obviously my cock back," she said. "But, I want three things! Things back to normal is just one."

I raised my finger. "Okay. And Two?"

"I get to fuck all three of your holes!" She shouted.

Oh! Now that is exciting! There is my carpet muncher! I raised my second finger. "Okay. And last?"

"You go back to hell!" She screamed.

Haha haha. Yes! Yes! Now this is a ball! This is what I wanted! It isn't a game if it isn't exciting!

"Okay! So what do I get if I win!"

"Uhm, I stay a girl right?" she asked.

I smiled and shook my head. "Nu-uh. Here is the thing. You win, you get your three prizes. You lose, I get three prizes. Or! You walk away as you are now, no game."

"You got a de-"

I snapped my fingers. I'll take all that pride back. She slumped to her knees. "I... uh..."

"I will tell you two of mine. First, I want to fuck all three of your holes to my satisfation. Second, I want my third request to be something you will live with for the rest of your life, but only remember when I allow you to."

"The fuck..." she said shaking.

"Lot easier to bet high when you are feeling my sin isn't it. But... well, look at that," I said pointing to the setting sun. "I pick the game. Your all alone. Live as a woman forever. Or risk everything to fuck the Satan. So tell me girl, do you feel lucky?"