Inveterate Womanizer

"I don't know, her magic seemed to work pretty well."

"Yes. But it is a crude spell. That's why I was having trouble. It was so crude and simple that I overlooked it."

"But can you undo it?" he asked again, some slight annoyance creeping into his voice.

"Oh, right. Sorry." Lena barely moved a finger, and Brad's stripper body began to quickly reshape into his own. She moved her finger again and Brad was dressed in his most comfortable jeans and a tee-shirt.

"Wow. That seemed easy. Thanks."

"No problem," she said distractedly. Her thoughts were elsewhere. "Weak magic notwithstanding, there is some monster out there, preying on people. Did she say why she chose you?"

"She said she saw me kissing you outside the store, and that it would be my last kiss with you."

Lena was fuming. Who was this demon? It's bad enough to misuse magic but to do it for no purpose was unfathomable. She must be some kind of sadist who gets off on the misery of others. Someone with that kind of cruelty in their heart, no matter how weak their magic, is a danger to everyone. She needs to be stopped.

"Either this woman somehow knows me and was trying to hurt me by hurting you, or she's just some sick sadistic deviant using her weak magic to satisfy her urges. Frankly, I don't care which. I'm going to find her and end her." The resolve in Lena's voice and the steely look in her eyes frightened Brad a little. But then he remembered that he had been a red-haired stripper with permanently attached stilettos a minute ago and decided whatever fate this bitch had coming, she deserved it.

* * * * * * * *

Carla was positively giddy after transforming the happy hubby into a massive-boobed sexpot in permanently attached stripper heels. The heels were a game-time decision, and it was a first for her. She'd always just left her victims naked and had never tried to add any other permanent decoration. She had no idea what impact shoes fused to the hubby's heels would have on him, and she didn't much care. It was awesome. But now she chided herself for not going further. Permanently applied fake eyelashes, body glitter, and thick vermillion lipstick would have utterly doomed him; he could wear loose clothing and long pants to hide the heels, but an unalterable slut-face could never be hidden. Next time.

Her giddiness wore off quickly and she decided that "next time" needed to be soon. As fun as the husband's destruction was, she needed a good long servicing. As she told her newly created stripper, there were no strip clubs in town -- those were prime hunting grounds for men who'd fall under the spell (literally) of a hot woman. So, she chose the next best thing: a sports bar.

On the edge of town sat a Hooters, a magnet for horny and impressionable men. The waitresses there dressed to entice in the hopes of bigger tips, so Carla knew she'd have to amp up her game. When no one was looking she waved the wand over her head. Almost instantly her breasts swelled several sizes, straining against her now very low-cut blouse. Her make-up morphed; at night it would have been risqué at best but in the daytime it screamed "slut."

She walked in the bar and surveyed the landscape. It was mid-afternoon so the crowd -- 95% men and some uncomfortable looking dates -- was rather sparse. She spotted her quarry very quickly. He was sitting alone at an end of the bar; tall, skinny, awkward. As much fun as it would have been to try to peel one of the guys away from their girlfriend and make him disappear forever, Carla was in a hurry. Her pussy was practically throbbing with need and she needed a new sex-toy now.

The seduction was simple. Carla, the poor victim of a bad breakup, didn't want to be alone. Pete, the awkward but sensitive guy listened attentively, trying to not stare down Carla's blouse, which she was giving him ample opportunity to do. Carla put her hand on Pete's and whispered, "It's so loud in here. This was a bad idea." She started to pull away, then turned back. "I know this is forward, but could we go back to your place. I promise I won't try anything, I'd just like to talk, and you are such a good listener."

Pete had the bill paid and they were out the door in less than a minute. On the ten-minute drive to Pete's apartment, Carla laid her hand on Pete's leg and slowly worked down to his inner thigh. By the time they got inside, Pete's heart was pounding. He wasn't sure what to do, but it turned out he didn't need to. Carla threw her arms around his neck and sobbed, "I'm sorry, I just need someone to make me feel attractive," and she kissed him long and hard. Without breaking the kiss, she undid his belt and pants, yanked down his zipper and in one fluid motion fell to her knees, pulled his pants and underwear to the ground, and engulfed his cock in her mouth. He was hers.

Although Carla definitely preferred girls as lovers, men had their uses. There were things a hard cock could do that fingers or toys couldn't, so she'd happily avail herself of a man's body before banishing it forever. Carla sucked him just long enough to get him worked up then abruptly stopped and ran into the bedroom. She quickly hid her wand under the pillow then rolled over on the bed. "Help me get out of these clothes, Pete. I neeeeeedd you inside of me." It was Carla's experience that no man alive can resist a woman begging him to fuck her, and Pete was no different.

It became obvious to Carla very quickly that Pete was inexperienced in bed. So much the better, she thought, he'll take instruction well. She skipped having him lick her pussy -- there'd be plenty of time for that once he was a girl and she was dripping with anticipation already. He shuffled on to the bed and she quickly guided his cock into her oozing slit. They both moaned in pleasure as he penetrated her. She grabbed Pete by the neck and pulled him down to her for a long wet kiss. When she let go, she said, "Follow my lead, do as I say, and I promise you will never forget this." She couldn't suppress the evil smile that crossed her lips, but Pete didn't notice.

Carla put her hands on his hips and started guiding his thrusts. This whole exercise was all about her pleasure, and Pete was just so happy to be inside someone that he didn't seem to care. She barked instructions with increasing intensity, controlling the angle of Pete's entry to provide maximum pleasure for her. She felt her orgasm approaching and she dug her nails into his thighs ensuring he knew exactly where she needed him. She let out a feral howl as she came, which startled Pete, but Carla made sure he got the message to keep thrusting. This continued for another fifteen minutes and three more orgasms for Carla. Anytime she felt Pete was getting close, she'd change the rhythm or position to bring him back down. Pete interpreted that as her wanting to prolong the pleasure; Carla just didn't want him to cum yet.

Once Carla's pussy began to get a little sore and her physical hunger had been sated, she was eager to move on to her psychological hunger. It was time to transform poor earnest Pete. She pulsed her muscles around Pete's cock -- which had remained rock sold the whole time, god bless him -- and allowed him to thrust at an angle that would provide the most stimulation. It didn't take him long to get close to the edge. Carla considered teasing him a little longer, but her need to cast her magic on him was too great. She pulled his head down and thrust her tongue into his mouth, swishing violently, doing everything she could to drive him to orgasm.

Pete broke the kiss and breathlessly whispered, "Oh baby, I'm going to cum.

Carla grabbed the wand from under the pillow and replied with mock sadness, "Oh baby, no you're not."

Her timing was perfect. She waved her wand around his head just as his balls were tightening. She pulled his head to her and thrust her tongue into his mouth. Pete stiffened, frozen as the transformation began. Pete was stuck in the pre-orgasmic recoil, aching for release that would never come, as his body began to change. Carla shook with pleasure as she felt Pete's cock shrink inside her, never to be seen again. When it had complete vanished, replaced by a pink hairless pussy, Carla relished the feeling of her juices dripping freely from her now empty slit. Pete's scruffy face was replaced by soft smooth skin, and Carla could feel his new lips become soft and pliant against hers. Glistening jet-black hair piled itself layer upon layer on his head, and his torso lifted away as two perfectly round globes formed on his chest. The pressure of a near six-foot man on Carla's thighs diminished, and she could feel the scratch of toenails -- manicured and painted purple -- gently scratching her legs as Pete shrunk.

When the transformation completed, Pete was 4'10", with the face of a Japanese geisha. Carla placed the wand back under the pillow, grabbed Pete's tiny wrists, and flipped him on his back. She leered at him and said, "I've always wanted to try a spinner. Meet the new you, doll." Pete, confused and disoriented, couldn't understand why she was able to flip him over so easily or why he couldn't push her away. His new tiny frame was sleek and wiry, but not at all strong. Carla started grinding her pussy against Pete's, furiously stimulating her clit while she admired her handiwork. Pete began to panic; he felt her rubbing hard against him but didn't feel his cock. Yet, the feeling that he was ready to cum was still there, and it was driving him crazy.

"Oh, yessssss," Carla hissed as she reached another climax. The pressure on her clit that Pete's tiny frame was providing was hitting her just right, but it was the bewildered and helpless look, mixed with sexual frustration, on his face that set her off. She was panting when she taunted, "Oh you poor thing -- you didn't cum yet did you? Let me help you." She quickly turned herself around, straddling Pete's face. "Now pay attention, you'll have to do this for yourself from now on, unless you're brave enough to try to find a guy who'll fuck a fulltime geisha." Pete wasn't sure what she meant but his confusion was interrupted by the unfamiliar sensation of fingers penetrating his body. He felt violated, but the newness and intensity of the sensations coupled with the carryover arousal from before his transformation was driving him mad. He had very little time to process this because Carla forced her own pussy onto his mouth and commanded simply, "Lick, or I stop." Pete was too frightened to disobey so he started lapping furiously at Carla. Previous girlfriends had tried to instruct him on the best techniques for performing oral and he did his best to remember them, which earned him a pleased grunt from Carla. "You've done this before. Lucky me. But you better hurry up. If I don't cum first, I'll never change you back." As with all her other toys, she had no intention of changing him back, and she knew she had him on the brink of experiencing his first female climax. She just relished the idea that poor sweet Pete's orgasm would be ruined by the thought that by cumming first he'd sealed his fate.

Carla slowed her finger thrusting and crooked a finger up to press on Pete's g-spot, just as she leaned in and took his tiny clit between her lips. The sensory overload was too much, and Pete's body bucked and trembled violently. Aftershocks coursed through his body, each wave a new and different experience. The euphoria of the moment consumed him.

But Carla shattered it. "Was that good, sweetie?" she purred. "I hope it was worth it. Pete's gone forever, and you're what's left. A tiny painted geisha doll. Who knows, someone might that like that. I did. For a few minutes anyway." Carla got up and started putting her clothes on. Pete rushed into the bathroom, looked in the mirror, and fainted. "Goodbye darling," she called over her shoulder as she left. She didn't bother to close the door.

* * * * * * * *

Mariel was looking forward to a nice long hot shower when she got back to her apartment. She bounded up the stairs two at a time and fished her keys out of her bag. A woman she didn't recognize strolled past her; she had a revealing top and heavy makeup on, and she appeared to be almost panting with excitement. As they passed, Mariel felt a jolt in her stomach, like a punch from a burning hot fist. The woman stopped for a moment, her shoulders stiff and fists suddenly clenched, and then quickly started walking again.

Mariel felt queasy. Was it a coincidence that she suddenly felt ill as the skanky-looking woman walked by? Remembering her comment about being skeptical of coincidences from now on, she started to consider what about the woman was causing her distress, until she heard a distinctly female scream from down the hall. She ran toward the scream and found one of her neighbors' doors ajar. The apartment belonged to a quiet grad student she'd met a couple of times. Nice enough guy, a little awkward.

"Hello?" she shouted into the apartment. She was answered by a long wail.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOooooooooooooo!"

Again, she followed the sound, this time into the bathroom, where she saw a tiny naked woman with elaborately styled hair and white face paint, staring at herself in the mirror. When she saw Mariel, she retreated to the back wall of the bathroom, waving her hands as if to shoo Mariel away.

"Stay away from me! Leave me alone!" The woman slid to the floor and started rocking back and forth. "What did she do to me? What did she do to me?" she repeated over and over, ever more softly until she was just crying and trembling.

What did who do to her, Mariel thought. Was it that women who gave her the creeps when she walked by? And what DID she do? Mariel was getting the same sickly feeling she had moments before, but somehow different. She didn't feel like she had been punched; it was more of a sympathy pain. What had happened here?

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath and was shocked. Images formed in her head; ugly, frightening images. It felt like a nightmare version of what she'd experience with Lena during her rite of passage. Instead of beauty and color, she saw decay and corruption. It was terrifying.

"I'm going to get help," she said to the white-faced woman. She left the bathroom, pulled her cellphone from her bag, and called Lena.

"Hi, Mariel. I'm sorry this is not a good time."

"Please wait, Lena. Something really strange is happening. Ugly and strange."

Lena paused. "Tell me," she urged.

Mariel described the situation.

"Stay there, I'll be there in a few minutes."

Fifteen minutes later, Lena found Mariel standing watch outside Pete's apartment. "Show me," Lena said.

Mariel led her into the bathroom, where the scene was just as Mariel described. Lena approached the woman slowly. "Hey. I'm here to help you. You don't have to be afraid." Lena was exuding an aura of safety and concern; it was working on Mariel, but the woman on the floor was still cowering. "Give me your hand. It's OK." Lena offered her hand; the woman tentatively reached out. Lena closed her eyes for a moment, then gave the woman her most reassuring smile. "Everything is going to be OK." The woman's eyes fluttered and closed, and then she went limp.

Lena took Mariel by the arm and led her out of the bathroom. "What's going on?"

"Did you see or hear anything before you found her? Did you FEEL anything?"

Mariel started feeling sick again. "Yes! A woman passed me in the hall just before I heard the scream. When she walked by, I felt nauseous, like I had been punched and poisoned all at once."

"What did she look like? Never mind, it wouldn't matter."

"What's going on?" Mariel repeated.

"Something revolting," Lena replied. "There appears to be someone who has some limited ability in magic in town. She is, for reasons I can't even being to fathom, choosing people at random and casting a transformation spell on them, then leaving them."

"Wow. You could tell all that by touching her hand?"

"Well, that and Brad had temporarily been transformed into a red-haired stripper by a woman who walked up to his car and waved a wand at him."

Mariel was speechless. She opened and closed her mouth several times before finally saying, "So, there's another witch in town?"

"Not a witch. She has ability but it's very basic. She's untrained. She seems to have inherited some ability but has learned very little. That doesn't make her any less destructive. It just means we can probably undo the damage. Here, help me." They each took a shoulder and carried the woman who they assumed was Pete back to his/her bed. They preferred carrying him -- his body had been exposed to enough magic for one day. Lena touched him on the head. "He'll stay asleep until we wake him. We'll deal with him later. Right now, we need to find this monster and stop her."

"She's had almost a half hour head start. Is there a way to track her?"

Lena closed her eyes and furrowed her brow. Then she gagged. "Oh my god. It's like the magical equivalent of body odor. Let's hurry before it begins to fade." They left the apartment, Lena leading the way. She outlined a plan that would require Mariel to play a critical part. They needed to stop this woman without causing a scene or exposing themselves. If this woman felt trapped or threatened, she would be unpredictable and that could draw unwanted attention and risk the lives of others. This had to be handled quietly.

"Are you up for this," Lena asked?

Mariel was livid. For someone to take something so beautiful as magic and hurt people so cruelly made her blood boil. She recalled all too vividly the unwanted transformations forced on her. Never again. Mariel took a moment to focus her thoughts. "Yes," she replied calmly.

Lena smiled. If Mariel's words or energy had betrayed anger or vengeance, she could not be trusted. Mariel's response was perfect. She was ready.

"Good. Here, take this. You'll need it." Lena waved her hand and manifested a golden wand, crusted with jewels.

"You said during my training that wands or other instruments were unnecessary for magic."

"She doesn't know that."

* * * * * * * *

They tracked Carla to a park in a residential part of town, not far from where Lena and Brad lived. Perfect, Lena thought. Magic's currents were carrying Carla where they needed her to go. But there were families, including many children, playing in the park. They needed to be very careful.

With Lena watching from afar, hidden by a combination of hedges and magic, Mariel approached Carla from behind. Carla was sitting on a bench, enjoying the spring air, reveling in her latest conquest. Mariel slipped on to the bench and said, "Hi."

Carla recognized her from the apartment building. She slowly reached toward her bag; she wanted her wand close by, just in case. "Do I know you?" she asked acidly.

"No, but I know what you are," Mariel replied.

"Oh really? And what am I?"

Mariel looked around to make sure no one was looking. "You're like me." Mariel produced her wand and tapped Carla quickly on the leg. Carla gasped when she saw her tight jeans vanish, replaced by a long red skirt. Mariel tapped her again and her jeans returned. "See?" Carla was about to grab for her own wand but thought better of it. Best to stay cool and see what this woman wanted. "We were so glad to find you."

"We?"

"My teacher and me. We've been so lonely here. We didn't know how many of us are left. When we felt you come to town, we were so happy."

They could "feel" her, Carla thought nervously. She started getting worried.

Mariel continued. "We had fallen into a real rut, toying with the drones in this boring town. Watching your work was entertaining." It was killing her to play the role, but she needed to make Carla believe they were kindred spirits. "My teacher wants to meet you. You show potential but there's so much more you could learn to do. Let us show you."