The Trials of Valerie Borne

Valerie skulked into the English and sat at her desk overlooking the school grounds from the window, ignored by her peers as they chatted amongst themselves. This wasn't unusual for her, far from it. Everyone had their cliques to go and hide their loneliness amongst those who shared their interests. The cheerleaders, jocks, nerds, goths and emo kids, and even the occasional drifter able to flit from one clique to the next. Valerie let her head rest in her hand and stared out of the window.

"You're just so, um... plain," her prospective date had said. He had been the only guy she had so much as glanced at without feeling the dreadful need to hide or flee or shrivel up into a ball, and naturally he had turned her down. Why? Because she was plain? Valerie clenched a fist beneath her desk in aggravation. Since when had being too simple ever been a problem to a guy? They just want to get laid and nothing else after all. She barely repulsed a shudder as her mind summoned the demonic images of men and their misdeeds.

Androphobia has more than enough potential to ruin someone's life. Particularly since, as far as Valerie could tell in her 18 years of life, she was straight. No attraction to the female form besides envy. She had tried to force herself into becoming gay, but she couldn't do it. Now she was reduced to taking a pill in order to leave the house every morning. She couldn't help but wonder if the drug had somehow inhibited her puberty.

Valerie stood at a petite 5'1'' with a naturally skinny frame. Her breasts were barely present on her chest, completely inconspicuous save for the ever so faint mounds contained in her training bra. She did have a thankfully trim waistline, but not enough to bring any real attention to her hips, or lack thereof. Part of her thought she should've been born a boy, even if the idea sent small tremors of disgust through her entire being. But, maybe then her short, frizzy mop of brown hair would look better on her at least?

There's always a silver lining. Valerie took the time every morning to remind herself of this one fact, even if it did little to comfort her anymore. Her pitiful social life had led to her having ample amounts of free time. As such, her academic skills were in the top ten of her school, beaten only by the nerds who lived and breathed exam scores. Of course, this did nothing to improve her social standing. Frustration didn't begin to cover how this made her feel.

She wasn't nerdy enough to hang around the nerds. She didn't need glasses, nor did she have any desire to bathe once a month to get the look down. Nor did she have any serious allergies, asthma or freckles. Then she wasn't nearly athletic or hot enough to be a part of the cheerleaders. Even as an underling. She didn't like wearing black or listening to heavy music which cut off the goths and emo kids. The drifters at least had some aspect that allowed them to connect with each clique in some way. But Valerie was left forgotten in her own private island that was her life.

Real life was a complete and utter disappointment. The internet however, provided a place for her to escape to. Later that day, she did exactly that. Valerie laid on her bed with her laptop resting precariously on one leg, while she absentmindedly snacked on a pack of chips. Her body refused to gain more than a couple of pounds over 105lbs, no matter what garbage she ate to her displeasure. If she could put on some weight, then maybe she would at least have a chest to speak of.

Valerie's fingers danced across the keyboard with practised ease. She was in a chatroom with several internet friends, all of which she didn't know the real names or genders of. It was freeing to her as it was to them. She had pondered the chance that they were all paedophiles or lecherous old men, but she decided it didn't matter for the time being. She wasn't dumb enough to agree to meet anyone from the internet, nor did she want to dwell on such a repulsive thought.

One of her friends, someone by the username XxdarkassassinxX666, suddenly posted a link to what looked like a satanic website.

Check this out! They've got all these really cool rituals. Wanna try a few out, hyperlife17?

Valerie quickly responded. She hadn't chosen the moniker of 'hyperlife17', instead she'd received it as a randomly generated name, but it eventually stuck.

No way. That's all just bull.

Then why don't you try it?

Yeah, hyper, why not? Another of her friends by the title of megaguitarzord12 egged her on.

Because it's stupid. She responded.

Come on, why not? How about this, we'll all do one?

Awesome, there's one here that says it'll make me super smart. That was kerryperry00.

Hear that, hyper?

Yeah, don't be a spoil sport.

Fine. Valerie relented. I'll take a look through, BUT if I don't find anything interesting I'm not doing it. Deal?

Deal. The others all responded. Valerie sighed and opened the supplied link. The webpage was black with red text and a variety of gothic imagery as she had expected. It was opened on the page with the so-called rituals.

"Boring. Lame. Bullshit. Aaaaaaaannnnnd... right back to lame," Valerie muttered as she systematically scrolled through and read each of the alleged rituals. Nothing stood out. Some were far too fantastical to be believed and others resembled those miracle penis growth ads. Until she came towards the end of the page and paused.

Confidence in One's Body

Become what you always wanted to be

"You're not actually thinking about this, Val," she grumbled but clicked the link.

Required Items;

A diary (or anything with personal writings)

Clothing, ideally underwear

A comprehensive list of sexual fantasies (your own)

Explicit details of what you wish for (limited to your physical body, no mental changes)

Inclusion of highly used sex toys is recommended but not necessary

How to perform:

Creating the usual satanic symbols works fine, though being creative here is encouraged

Remove all clothing

Sit on the symbol(s) (best when the substance used is still wet) and recite the following words 'et non pertinet ad quemlibet'

It is recommended that you think about your desired body during this and masturbate at the same time (this is not necessary, only recommended for best results)

Finally, enjoy yourself

"Enjoy yourself? Haha," she laughed dryly, "Whatever," she went back to the chat.

Alright, fine. I'll do it. How do I know you guy's will hold up your end of the bargain?

Already sorted it. We're all going to do something that should change our bodies, then we'll post pictures of ourselves. But no faces. XxdarkassassinxX666 assured her.

Valerie bit her lip. She didn't want to risk finding out that they were all men, or even one of them was a man. Her fingers hovered over the keys as she prepared to bow out of the agreement, but hesitated. There was no chance that these were real and when the others found out they wouldn't bother posting pictures. And, a voice whispered at the back of her mind, if it was real then she wouldn't just be a plain jane anymore. She couldn't resist cracking a wide smirk at the thought of everyone's jaw collectively dropping tomorrow.

Okay. We doing it now?

Don't see why not. kerryperry00 wrote.

All good to go here. Megaguitarzord12 added and XxdarkassassinxX666 echoed his sentiments. Can't believe I'm doing this, Valerie thought.

I'm starting it now. She wrote and closed the chat. Valerie wasn't a liar. She made it a point not to do so, as dictated by her parents, though her sister, Ashley hadn't caught onto the saying 'honesty is the best policy'. The thought of her sister sparked a flurry of embers in her mind. Despite her not uttering a single word, Valerie's door opened and a head peeked in with large, shifty eyes.

"What do you want?" Valerie practically growled. Ashley walked inside with a hurt expression.

"Do I need a reason to talk to my sister?" Valerie's expression remained flat, "Okay, fine. You got 5 bucks I can borrow? My friends are all going out and I don't want to be the only who doesn't pay their part. You don't want me to look like a freeloader, do you?" Ashley's voice was as sweet as honey mixed with syrup and covered in sugar.

"No."

"To what?"

"Just no, now go," Valerie didn't dare stand up. Ashley stood almost a whole foot taller than her at 5'10''. Not to mention how her body juxtaposed her elder sibling's. Ashley's was curvy to the extreme, like she had stolen all of the good genes from Valerie and their mother at that. Her body was to die for. Breasts, waist, hips, legs, lips, hair, eyes... Valerie doubted there was enough time in the day to list every aspect of Ashley's body that was envied. If only her personality matched her figure.

Ashley pouted her full, glossy red lips and leaned down. Her actions were obviously practised, designed to get her way with any guy she wanted. Valerie was certain that in almost any other situation her strategy would be great and powerful, but her weak-line was that this was Valerie's room.

"Not gonna work. Now get out, please?" Ashley gave a heavy sigh and, with a parting glare that promised this exchange wasn't over, exited the room. Valerie bit her lower lip. As much as her sister irked her, she didn't like being at odds with her. Before puberty reared its cruel head on Ashley, the two would play together as often as possible. Hell, Valerie reminisced, before she had curves Ashley had been the outcast and her darling older sister the hero riding in. But then the younger sister grew to embody the ideal picture of T&A.

"What I wouldn't give for a body like hers," Valerie mumbled. No, her mind disagreed, what if she had a better body than that? What if she had tits like volleyballs, or an ass made to be worshipped, and legs that seemed to go on forever, or lips that made a pornstars' seem inadequate, or... she took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. Calm down, she told herself, but her subconscious pushed one last idea on her; what if Ashley went back to being her meek little sister?

"Stop it, Val," Valerie all but yelled at herself. She returned her attention to her laptop and saw the ritual website still up, "Become what you always wanted to be," she read under her breath. Her fantasy body conjured itself before her mind's eye once more, dancing and swaying hypnotically. What would the other girls at school say if she waltzed in with a body that put them to shame?

"Stop it," she repeated and opened the chat again.

Sorry guys, not doing it tonight. I'm beat. I'll do it tomorrow, promise. It wasn't a total lie. Her vision was starting to blur and her eyelids felt heavier by the second, and it was approaching 10PM. She signed out for the day and, with an exhausted yawn, she snuggled under the covers and let her mind drift off to sleep. Her dreams were the one place she felt safest. Valerie's imagination never let the negativity of her life get to it as far as she could tell. Her last nightmare had been when she was 8 and her favourite teddy bear had disappeared.

And the same held true that night. Nonetheless, she bolted upright with sweat clinging tight to her body, matting her hair and clothes to her skin. Valerie panted heavily and turned on her bedside lamp. Warm light flooded the room, illuminating her barren walls of ivory, her forlorn desk that did little more than sit idly by and amass dust and trash, and the open door. Valerie frowned to herself; it wasn't open when she went to sleep.

She scanned the room with careful eyes. It was better than focusing on the dream. At the thought, she quickly forced her attention onto an object hidden in shadows. Valerie reached down to grab it, encountering an all too familiar leather. It was her wallet. She frowned and opened it, expecting to be greeted by her meagre amount of pocket money, but lo and behold. Empty. There was no question in her mind where it had gone.

"Bitch," Valerie spat and let herself flop down atop her pillows. Her mind returned to her dream unbidden, images and scenes playing before her eyes. She attempted to push them from her thoughts, but they were not to be easily deterred. She could see herself strutting around like she owned every square inch of the earth she walked on, with eyes following her in shock, fascination and unadulterated lust. And, why wouldn't they? When she was the epitome of sexual beauty.

Valerie felt her lower body heating up. It wasn't simply strangers who stopped and gawked in awe, no, the cheerleaders from school were amongst them. They stood out for their looks against the common wealth, but compared to Valerie they were little more than children. The only one who dared stand up to Valerie was Ashley, dressed as provocatively as possible to draw the eyes away. Valerie only smirked both in her imagination and reality. With looks like hers, she didn't need to dress up.

It wasn't long before Ashley too, lost the will to stand against such a goddess. Valerie shuddered physically as one hand idly began to trace its way down her body. In her mind, she stood before her sister who fell to her knees, defeated. Ashley didn't dare look away however, captivated by her older sibling's ethereal form. Valerie couldn't help but think of how pitiful her sister looked with her measly DD breast size. Her mind rested atop her crotch now as if waiting for a signal.

Valerie's imagined-self took Ashley's face in her face and urged her to her feet. Awe, desire, regret, lust, fear, loathing and undisguisable need danced across her eyes. Valerie leaned down until her imagined bee-stung lips were centimetres away from Ashley's own less enticing pair. Their bodies met, Valerie's breasts devouring her sisters in their loathsome mass. She could feel Ashley's nipples poking into her, hard and ready.

Valerie smiled satisfactorily and lowered her head even further. Her hand mimicked her dream, as her fingers dipped closer and closer to her burgeoning heat. Ashley attempted to pull away but her attempts were feeble at best. It was no secret to Valerie or herself that she wanted this. They all did. She was the lucky one, the one that Valerie wanted all for herself. Then Ashley uttered the two words that had spurred Valerie from her dream in the first place.

"I'm yours."

Just as before, Valerie snapped back to reality. Her hand jolted away from her pussy just before her fingers could penetrate. She breathed in and out slowly. This couldn't be happening, she decided. It was like one of those movies, where they fake out the audience with a bunch of dream sequences. She nodded to herself. It had to be that. But she knew better. Valerie could feel the heat of desire deep in her gut and the screaming urge in her head.

"This is stupid," she mumbled, but pulled her laptop to rest atop her thighs and booted it up. Her nimble fingers soon brought her to the site she needed, "Just get it over with Val and go back to sleep," Valerie breathed.

She moved quickly and quietly through her house to get a can of paint. She cleared a space on her floor just large enough for her to draw the symbols, rummaged through her belongings to find her all but forgotten diary and stripped down. Valerie already had the words she needed to say memorised, though she kept mouthing them as she worked just in case. She knew all too well the horror stories of things like this gone wrong. It was fake, of that she was certain, but she was careful nonetheless.

When all was set up, she sat down in middle of the crudely drawn pentagram. A shudder travelled up her spine from the still fresh paint touching her naked rear. She had the necessary items beside her, stacked neatly with her diary at the top and the list at the bottom. Valerie rubbed the sleep from her eyes. She couldn't believe she was doing something so dumb, but picked up the aged little book and placed in a dry patch. She fixed her eyes on her laptop and made sure to carefully recite the words.

"Et non pertinet ad quemlibet," Valerie enunciated each syllable as though she was reading to a toddler. Once she was wholly comfortable in the words and her rhythm, Valerie focused on her diary and stumbled. It was transparent. She could see clear through the front cover to the pages with her scribblings on them, and straight through to the floor below. Moments later and it was completely gone.

"Uh, uh," she shook her head and pinched herself, wincing in pain as she did so, "No way." Valerie grabbed a pair of well-worn panties and laid them. She had to confirm this with her own eyes. After one brief glance to her laptop as a reminder, she once again uttered the words and, just as before, the item began to disappear, "One more time," she grabbed a bra next. If this worked, she would be glad to see it go. She repeated the text again, but this time kept a hand on her article of clothing. Her hand met hard wood moments later.

It was real.

Valerie grabbed her list from the bottom of the pile. She could feel her cheeks burn as she read through it, but pushed her embarrassment aside and picked up a nearby pen. If this was going to happen, then she needed to make sure she got the most out of it. After a few careful reconsiderations, she returned it to its place beneath her single sex toy. It was a simple purple vibrator with a few nubs along its length. She had bought on a whim and only used once since then. But it was the best she had.

Atop her underappreciated toy rested her sexual fantasies. Valerie placed the paper facedown to avoid having to look at it. No one else knew what she had on that list, not even her friends online and it would stay that way, she vowed. Just like the objects prior to it the paper disappeared from this world. Valerie glanced at the screen once again, only then recalling the advice that she should focus on her desired body and masturbate. She brought her gaze over to her forlorn vibrator and heaved a sigh.

If it was going to vanish, then what could be the harm? Valerie picked it up with a small shudder. The gel-like material felt so odd in her hand, but the touch also brought a small wave of heat racing through her body. She wasn't one for masturbation, but she couldn't deny the sensations from when she had tried the sex toy. Valerie could feel herself growing warm and the slight breeze from her cracked window became even more noticeable against her moistening lower lips.

She brought the toy down until the slightly bulbous head met her aroused mons. Valerie bit back a yelp as the cold object met her sensitive mound, but she pushed the discomfort aside to make way for the vaguely phallic device. She was grateful to her phobia to a certain extent. She had heard about others like her who had a panic attack from merely seeing a penis-shaped object. That wasn't the case for Valerie, though she had felt ready to curl up when in the shop. As it was the sex toy didn't register as masculine in any way as she felt it spreading her walls.

"Et," she gasped, intent on the continuing even as pleasure coursed through her like an electric shock, "N-non... ah," her hand tilted up slightly to press the toy into her g-spot. She managed to will it away, "P-p-pertinent..." the word trailed off as she accidently turned on the vibration function. The toy whirled to life and began to spin around inside of her, sending a kaleidoscope of abrupt pleasure through her, "So good," she moaned breathlessly. In the back of her mind, she swore she heard a faint laugh.

Valerie continued with the ritual, striving through the desire shaking her to core. Her walls reverberated with the toys intense vibrations, fluttering against the sexual object within her as breathless gasps and barely subdued moans escaped her lips amidst the mantra.

"A-ad... Que... quem... fuck," she groaned and unconsciously began to piston her toy in and out of her slick orifice. Valerie could barely think as the deliciously wet sounds of her pussy being rammed time and time again repeated in her ears, "Quemli... Bet!" She finally cried. Her hand in control of her vibrator jerked, forcing it as deep inside of her virgin opening as possible. Its tip pushed against her cervix intrusively as if eager to fill her womb like the organ it mimicked. As the final syllable fell from her lips, Valerie felt her new favourite toy fade from existence. Her hand and snatch clenched shut around thin air.