An awkward conversation over dinner

Author's Note: This branch differs slightly from the others in Mary's biography, but it's nothing major - Maisie's dad is still fine, he's just not around.

Update 2026/01/21: With the release of Chapter 4, I'm naming the protagonist Simon. It felt unnatural to have so much dialogue without being able to drop a name.

After an indeterminate amount of time just lying on Maisie's bed beside her, you are ripped out of your reverie by a knock on the door. "Maisie, come to dinner! Mom made us curry!"

You recognise the voice of Holly, Maisie's older sister. Back when you were little and visiting often, Holly was the nice teenager who allowed you and Maisie to do all sorts of things when their parents were away, only stepping in when Maisie (or you, but mainly Maisie) was about to hurt herself. She still has that "adult person in the room" energy, and you know that she still cares a lot for Maisie.

The beautiful woman next to you on the bed gets up with a sigh. "Coming!" A bit quieter, she addresses you: "Come on, get up! You know that Mom's cooking is delicious, and we're not about to eat dinner without you!" She opens her wardrobe to redress herself, her amazing new curves shrinking slightly as she puts on a sensible bra, panties, shirt and jeans. She shivers slightly as each piece of clothing molds her body into a perfect fit. You wish you had some fresh clothing of your own, but no such luck. Your crumpled, slightly sweaty things lying on the floor will have to do for now.

"So, do you want me to show up to dinner like this?" Maisie gestures at her gorgeous new blue hair. "I don't want Holly to freak out, she was pretty against me revealing the curse to anyone."

"I guess we can always put it back the way it is now. Maisie, your hair looks like it did when you walked out the door this morning." On command, her long mane retracts into a nicely styled wavy look and darkens back to its normal brown tone. "While we're at it, do you want your make-up back as well?"

After a quick look in the mirror, seeing her sweaty face after your session earlier, she nods vigorously.

"Okay then, Maisie, your make-up is done the way it was when you walked out the door this morning."

"Thanks, I like the wording! This way it comes out the way I did it myself", she says and gives you a small peck on the cheek. "I like how thoughtful you are. Now come on, they're waiting for us at the dinner table!"

The table is indeed already set, and Holly is very surprised upon your arrival. "Wait, Simon? It's you who made Maisie moan like that earlier? Uh, no offence" Her incredulity stings a bit, but you have to admit it's a fair assessment. You can't help but blush a bit."I... kinda told him about the curse", Maisie says weakly.

Holly grimaces. "And you're sure we can trust him?"

"It's the safest way, Holly", their mother counters while she's serving everyone their bowls. "While you're still unclaimed, anybody out there could catch wind of it and do who-knows-what with you."

"Damn it! That's only become more likely now that Maisie's blabbed about it!" Holly throws her arms up in frustration. "I guess you're forcing my hand now... but I don't have anybody quite the way you do, Maisie!" She seems genuinely sad about her situation.

You try to offer some calming words. "Holly, you can trust me. Now I'm not going to promise that I won't use Maisie's curse - after what we've done today, I don't think that would be fair to either of us - but I will keep your secret. You've always been so nice to both of us, letting word about your curse get out there would be a real asshole move. And I don't want to be that kind of guy."

"And the way I told him was in the privacy of his car", Maisie adds. "Not a great chance of anyone overhearing us."

Although she was texting with a guy at the time, and then abruptly stopped... You swallow your intrusive thought as quickly as it comes up. No way that he's going to suspect anything supernatural.

"...isn't that right?", Maisie asks, looking at you for an answer. Being absorbed in your thoughts has caused you to miss a bit of the conversation.

"I'm sorry, can you repeat that? I wasn't all there. ...the curry is really good, by the way!" you add a quick compliment to Mary's cooking.

"I just promised Holly that you're not messing with my mind", Maisie repeats. Then she leans in and adds more quietly, "You didn't actually, did you?"

"At least I don't think I did", you stammer. "Maisie, if I did anything that affected your mind permanently that Mary doesn't already know, I want you to tell us all."

Maisie surprises herself by speaking up: "You made physical transformations feel pleasurable to me - ooh, I guess that counts. And you made your cum taste like whatever I want to me eep!" Maisie slaps both hands in front of her mouth and blushes probably the same shade of red your face is currently displaying. Both of you look as if the food suddenly went from westernized to authentic Thai cuisine. Holly looks at you in disbelief while blushing herself, while Mary is openly laughing at the whole scene.

"You don't have to be embarrassed about it, exploring your sexuality is normal at your age! And it's only natural that you're experimenting with all the things at your disposal!" Quieter, she adds, "I wish my husband had done the same for me..."

Meanwhile, Maisie is grasping at anything to steer the conversation in a different direction. "Anyway, I don't think any of this has been dangerous. I actually regret not telling you immediately on my eighteenth birthday now."

Holly looks at her thoughtfully. "Really? It was that good?" The expression on her face belies her currently active imagination, which triggers your own in turn. What would it be like if Holly had been the one to tell you? You have no good answer for that.

"You know what, we really have to look for the right man for you too", Maisie proclaims. "I could be your wing girl, you know." She giggles.

"Nuh-uh, not happening. I'm not really one for going out, and if I did, it would for sure not be at the same bars as you!" As Holly says this, you realize that you've been checking out her body while she was busy talking to her sister.

"Fine", Maisie concedes. "But promise me you'll look for the right one for you. It's genuinely very nice to have someone like that." She grabs your head, turns your face toward herself, and kisses you.

"I swear I'm not making her say that!", you plead, your blush still not having entirely recovered from earlier and now returning in ****. You take a large gulp of water.

"It's fine, I believe you", Holly appeases you. "I can see you really wanting the best for the both of you. I mean, I guess it would have been nice if you could have gotten together without all of this curse bullshit... but it's for sure better than the boyfriends Maisie had over previously, I'll definitely give you that much."

Maisie and you retreat to her room after dinner, and you definitely feel better knowing that you have both Mary and Holly's blessing in this. You send a quick text to your parents that you'll spend the night at Maisie's (they're both very chill about this kind of thing), then you sit down on her bed. "So, you wanna pick up where we left off?"

"I'd love that", she smiles. "Do you have anything specific in mind for me?"

"I didn't, really. Maisie, you look like you did before you put on your clothes for dinner - except your make-up is still fixed."

Maisie shivers as her hair sprouts into the thick blue curtains you so admire. Her clothing tightens as her enhanced curves try to reassert themselves, but her proportions quickly recede to normal following your general instruction to always perfectly fit what she's wearing. She looks down at herself in disappointment. "Not sexy enough. Guess it has to be the dress again. Unless you just want to change me naked?" She smiles.

Although your cock still feels a bit used up from your earlier encounter, you can't help but feel it stiffen in your pants, prompting you to loosen the button. Maisie follows suit, starting to undress herself as well. "So, earlier at dinner... I noticed you checking out my sister."

You freeze, not having a good answer prepared for that curveball.

"Relax." Maisie chuckles. "After all, I know you don't need to go after her." Her shirt hits the floor. "Not when I could look like anybody." Her trousers land in a pile on top of her shirt. "Any body."

"You can't mean--"

"--to make me look like her? Why not? You've given me the thrill of transformation before, and I want to feel that again. Make me into someone new! It doesn't have to be Holly, but you're clearly attracted to her. I promise I won't be mad."

"But what if she hears her own voice moaning from your bedroom? I can't do that to her, Maisie!"

By now, she is fully nude and straddling your half-clothed body on her bed. "The curse is more powerful than you think. It can alter people's perceptions of me. I could be an old lady and people could still see me as the hot young thing I currently am. Just say the word and you have Holly sitting here with you, but with the real Holly thinking it's still just me."

You can't deny that the temptation is there, but you can't understand why Maisie would pressure you like this. "Alright, I'll do it, if you can answer me one simple question. Why? Why do you want to be your sister so badly?"

"You try to live in the same house with someone six years older than you, who has all these adult relationships while you're still a dumb young teen! Even now, sitting naked on the bed with a guy who wants to fuck me, I feel like such a girl! Please, make me a woman!" She lets go of your shoulders that you don't realize she had been holding. She wiggles in your lap, dexterously pulling down your jeans a tiny little bit with each movement of her butt.

You swallow. Apparently, you're going to do this. But if you're doing this, you're going to do it right, so you stop her from wiggling for a bit to give you time to concentrate. "Maisie, until the end of the night, everybody but us two who sees you will just see your normal body as it is right now. Everybody but us two who hears you will just hear your normal voice. Now Maisie, whenever you hear me whisper a woman's name, your body will transform into hers over the span of a minute. This also works with your own name."

Maisie excitedly resumes her lap dance, pushing your back against the headboard and expectantly lowering her head until hear ear is right in front of your mouth. As she stops moving, the bedroom falls into utter silence. "Tell me my new name", she whispers.