… happy Halloween, belatedly.

You blinked.

Magic was real.

You were… a chick?!

You checked. Yeah. Those were breasts. And that was not your… it was now your… pussy!? “whoah. Heavy,” you said and frowned. You were not from back to the future. You knew the reference. You would never, ever, say it. “Great Scott!” You laughed, femininely.

This was bad. You were speaking not like you. Like someone else. That was now you. It was hard to get your head around it. You were not in your body, not in your mind, not in your… world? You’d gone in costume. What kind of girl goes to a party in that role? Were you that girl now? Continuity.

You needed to know how far this change went. You found your bag, your purse, your id. Okay if this was you… then who were you now? You didn’t know. The name looked like a female version of yours right. Date of birth… was that right? You frowned. It was off. Height… you were not even the same height. You looked down at your naked body and blushed. You were everything you wanted in a partner…

“wow!”

Ok you did not wow. The way things jiggled and swayed with a feminine edge they rightly should not possess. It was all backwards and sidewards. Curve. Contour?

Whatever.

Stop admiring your chest and those cute upturned nipples. Ok. You. This you. Costumed you had ended up like this because of that magic spell. And they’d said no fucking or the spell locks and reality shifts, permanently. And you sealed the magic by sex. Wait was it just your spell or the entire spell? Was it just you or had you fucked everyone into their costumes?

That stupid party that everyone had dressed up for. The crossdressing costume halloween party.

Ok.