Imp pulse

I’m an Imp,

No, no. Not Her, and besides, she's not really one of us, but a mortal mutant.

And no, I’m not telling you my real name. I know an imp who ended up in a magic pen serving some dork who wanted to be a superhero thanks to his real name getting out,

Anyway, on with the story.

There arent many of us left, because humans dont believe in mischievous spirits anymore, which is one reason why I wanted this story written.

Its starts with me being able to leave my own realm and come to the world of mortal men, an opportunity I’d been waiting to take advantage of for a very long time.

I pop out in some city (dont ask, they’re all the same to me), and start looking around for some mortals to mess with.

I find what I’m looking for at a hotel, where a newly wed couple were about to join their friends and family for some dancing, as soon as he bride removed her train so she could dance easier.

That’s where I came in, and swapped the bride and groom’s outfits.

To add to the fun, they would do the saame dancing they had planned to do, aware of the change in clothes - in fact aroused by the change in clothes, but operating as if nothing was wrong.

And the guests would ignore the swap and just dance the night away as if everything was perfectly normal.

Eventually the dancing wound down, and the now seriously aroused couple practically ran for the honeymoon suite.

As my final gift to the couple I had them to continue the role switch through their lovemaking thanks to a strap on and artificial vag respectively.

The spells would wear off overnight, so the couple would be back to normal in the morning, with just an ... unusual set of memories.

Or so I thought, right up to the moment Just Al put his hand on my shoulder. Just Al is one of the Dominion, those who keep on eye on creatures such as myself. No, Just Al isnt his real name, but a nickname he picked up a long time ago.

Just Al takes me to what amounts to his office, and says, “You’re pretty new at dealing with mortals, arent you?”

I replied, “Well, yeah, but you knew that without asking. What’s this about?”

“You did permanent harm to those two humans.”

“What do you mean permanent. The spell wore off by now.”

“Yes. but you apparently dont understand how human brains work. You gave them massive pleasure, but that pleasure is connected to the circumstances under which it happened. In short, they are now addicted to dressing and acting as the opposite gender.”

A light went off in my head, and I went “Oh ... crap.”

“Indeed. I will mitigate the damage as best I can, but I’m afraid I do have to punish you.”

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So here I am, stuck as a mortal for 60 - 80 years, and the only real outlet I have for my chaotic nature is in writing stories.

And based on some of the stories I’ve read, I’m not the only imp doing time as a mortal writer ...

End.