Summoned

A Lonely Weekend

The following days were a strange mix of normalcy and tension for Alex. He attended his classes, hung out with friends, and did his best to immerse himself in his studies. On the outside, everything seemed as it should be, but inside, Alex couldn’t shake the nagging thoughts about his last visit to Jamie’s house.

The transformation back into a man had been a relief, but it came with the knowledge that it was temporary. Every time he thought about returning to Jamie’s house, a knot of anxiety twisted in his stomach. But it wasn’t just fear—there was something else lurking beneath the surface. A small, quiet voice that reminded him of how he had felt in that red dress, of how Mr. Harrison had looked at him with approval.

He shook off the thoughts, focusing instead on his weekend plans. Jamie had been grounded by her father after the last incident, which meant Alex couldn’t see her. They exchanged texts, but it wasn’t the same. He missed her—missed the simplicity of their relationship before all of this madness began.

One evening, as he sat alone in his dorm room, the weight of everything finally got to him. The isolation, the secrecy, and the stress of living two lives were taking their toll. He knew he had to confront Mr. Harrison again, but the idea of willingly stepping back into that house, of letting the transformation happen again, filled him with dread.

Yet, as much as he feared it, a part of him was curious. The experience had been surreal, and there was something oddly intoxicating about it. The power of the stone, the way it had changed him so completely, was unlike anything he had ever felt. And that curiosity was beginning to overshadow his fear.

An Unexpected Visit

It was late Sunday afternoon when Alex’s phone buzzed. He glanced at the screen and saw Jamie’s name. His heart leaped—maybe she had managed to sneak away, and they could meet up. But as he opened the message, his hopes were dashed.

“Dad wants you to come over tonight. Says it’s important. Please, just... be careful.”

Alex stared at the message, a sinking feeling in his gut. He had no idea what Mr. Harrison wanted, but the urgency in Jamie’s words was clear. It wasn’t an invitation—it was a summons.

He typed out a quick reply. “I’ll be there.”

As he got ready, Alex felt the familiar wave of anxiety, but there was something else, too—an undercurrent of anticipation. Despite everything, a part of him wanted to see what would happen next.

When he arrived at Jamie’s house, it was already dark. The house loomed before him, its lights casting an eerie glow across the front lawn. Alex hesitated at the door, taking a deep breath before knocking.

Mr. Harrison answered almost immediately, as if he had been waiting for him. His expression was unreadable, but there was a hint of satisfaction in his eyes.

“Alex,” he said, stepping aside to let him in. “I’m glad you could make it.”

Alex **** a smile, trying to hide his unease. “Jamie said you wanted to see me?”

“Yes,” Mr. Harrison replied, closing the door behind them. “I’ve been thinking about our arrangement, and I believe it’s time we took the next step.”

The Transformation Returns

Alex’s stomach tightened at the words. “Next step?” he echoed, trying to keep his voice steady.

Mr. Harrison gestured for Alex to follow him into the living room. “You’ve done well balancing your life between your studies and your time here. But I believe we can make things more efficient.”

Alex’s mind raced as he tried to decipher Mr. Harrison’s meaning. “What do you mean?”

Mr. Harrison turned to face him, his eyes narrowing slightly. “You’ll be staying with us more often, Alex. As I mentioned before, you’re welcome here—but only in your feminine form. I’ll transform you into a woman every time you visit, and if needed, I can transform you back when you leave. But there will be times when you’ll remain in your feminine form for extended periods. I want you to get used to it.”

The words hit Alex like a cold wave. The thought of spending more time as a woman, of becoming more accustomed to that form, was both terrifying and strangely intriguing. But he knew he had little choice in the matter.

“I see,” Alex said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Mr. Harrison took a step closer, his gaze piercing. “Good. Now, let’s begin.”

Without another word, Mr. Harrison retrieved the transformation stone from his pocket. The sight of it sent a shiver down Alex’s spine. He watched, heart pounding, as Mr. Harrison began the incantation.

As the words filled the room, Alex felt the familiar tingling sensation spreading through his body. His clothes began to shift, his form changing as he was enveloped in the stone’s power. His muscles softened, his features becoming more delicate and feminine. The transformation was quick this time, almost seamless, as if his body was growing accustomed to the change.

When it was over, Alex stood in the middle of the room, once again in a woman’s body. But this time, there was a difference. Instead of casual clothes, she was dressed in a sleek black cocktail dress that hugged her curves in all the right places. The fabric was smooth and luxurious, the dress modest but undeniably elegant. Her hair had grown longer, styled into soft waves that framed her face. A pair of black heels completed the look, elevating her already statuesque form.

Alex looked down at herself, unable to ignore how perfectly the dress fit her new body. It was as if it had been made for her, designed to enhance her every feature. She felt a strange mix of emotions—discomfort, confusion, and a growing sense of allure.

Mr. Harrison’s voice broke through her thoughts. “There, much better. You look stunning, Alex.”

Alex swallowed hard, trying to push down the surge of emotions. “This... is going to take some getting used to.”

Mr. Harrison nodded, a faint smile on his lips. “I’m sure it will. But you’ll find it easier with time. Now, you should join Jamie. She’s been waiting for you.”

With that, he turned and left the room, leaving Alex to gather her thoughts. She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. The transformation had been smoother this time, almost natural. And that was what scared her the most.

As she made her way upstairs to Jamie’s room, Alex couldn’t help but wonder how much longer she could keep up this charade. The lines between her two lives were blurring, and she was beginning to lose sight of who she really was.

When she reached Jamie’s door, she paused, gathering her courage before knocking. The door opened almost immediately, and Jamie’s eyes widened as she took in Alex’s transformed appearance.

“Alex...” Jamie whispered, her voice filled with concern. “You look... different.”

Alex **** a smile, trying to hide the turmoil inside. “I guess I’m just getting better at this.”

But as she stepped into the room, she knew that the transformation was more than just physical. Something inside her was changing, too, and she wasn’t sure she could stop it.