'Tis the season.

You may later go back and rethink just how stupid you are sometimes, or perhaps this is exactly what you were hoping for, but without a care in the world as for what is really going on you stroll forward, strip naked, making sure to take the costume with you as obviously this is some dumb ritual she does when she helps a guy dress like a girl, and step into the pentagram. “So when do I say the thing?”

“You must say it exactly as I said or I cannot say what will happen, you could be in grave danger if you don’t say it right. Do you remember the spell? It is: Mother earth, by all the powers of all hallows eve remake me into the form of the blessed fairer sex till the end of the night of the dead.”

“Yes, yes, I got it I have a photographic memory, so when do I say it?”

“I will now begin the chant, when the mist begins to clear you must drink the mixture that is there before you with your added blood then say the spell exactly, a creature will step in as you are casting and fulfill your wish that will last till 3am November 1st.” After she tells you this you stand there with the goblet full of odd brackish liquid that smells vaguely like orange juice and vodka you notice, and wait for her special effects.

Soon as she chants in some weird made up language a mist forms, obviously from the burning candles in this tiny room, hey this could damage your lungs, and you poke your finger with the knife, “Hey this is really sharp, ouch.” But you drop the drip in what you are sure is a screwdriver and get ready for your big moment. The smoke billows enough that you can’t see her any more, so she can get in costume, duh. Then suddenly the mist parts and you see a beautiful light blue skinned girl, in a really cool costume from everyone’s favorite online rpg, with a face mask, long leather boots, and a hot ass tight leather dress, but you notice they got it wrong, it has the long ears of the dark elf and the back bending hoofed legs of the new race. You gulp down the drink, making a face because it tastes a bit off, and say the spell, “Mother earth, by all the powers of all hallows eve please change me into the form of a hot fairy slut till I am dead, oh yeah and something about sex till the end of tonight. Sorry I think I might have mixed part of that up, um, hot costume want to fuck?”

The creature before you smiles, “You wish to be my fairy slut to use as I see fit till you die, and for me to become your stud and fuck you till midnight. Why fair lad, simply say yes and it shall be so.”

You are sure you can hear the black girl howling something and banging on something you can’t see but what the heck, you did a pretty good job, the elf/horsy chick seems happy, and you know you are a pretty good actor. You smile proud and say.