I slept until late afternoon. I wanted to sleep longer, but it wasn’t far past 3 when Clarissa came barging into the room, declaring that couch was fucking with her back and that we should just share the bed since we were ‘both girls anyways.’

Honestly, I didn’t mind sharing a bed with her, in theory. I mean, for all Clarissa’s crudeness, I still trusted her to keep her hands to herself - at least while I was asleep. She was totally the type to sneak in a grope, but only when I was awake to protest and maybe even stop her. She had limits. Sorta. Kinda. Maybe.

What she didn’t have was good sleeping habits. She tossed, she turned, she snored, and she kicked me in the ribs no less than three times before I finally gave up and got out of bed. 

I needed to wake up sooner than her, anyways, if I was going to get breakfast ready… My single can of ravioli wasn’t going to hold out when that girl started yammering for breakfast. Especially since she’d want me to eat my share, too - even while complaining that half a can wasn’t nearly enough food.

All of which was to say that I had to finally man up and go to the store for some food. 

…Not that I did it as a man, or anything. Or as a ‘girl’ really. I mean, if ever there was a time to use the word ‘woman,’ it was for the form I went shopping in. Thick thighs, like my resting form, but paired with even bigger hips, a large ass, and a pair of yoga pants that barely held it all in place. The top I chose hadn’t been much better, stretched to its limits by a pair of humongous breasts. All tied together in a ‘mature’ package.

To be blunt? I went as a MILF. Why? I don’t even know. I guess I just paired moms with shopping in my head? And I figured it would be easier to laugh off flirting from the clerks if they looked half my age… which… yeah. It was actually surprisingly easy to dismiss them as ‘hormone driven youths’ - though looking back at the way that cashier had talked to me, practically begging for my number, I had to wonder where all that patience had come from. 

Your body choice really does seem to be affecting your personality.

“Yeah, I kinda figured,” I muttered. Not that I’d wanted to confront it. It was just another bit of chaos and uncertainty added to the mess my life had become. The good news was, the transformation seemed to mess with my words and actions more than my head. Which wasn’t to say it didn’t mess with my head at all - boosting my desire for excitement, or my patience with idiots, or what have you - but… I was still me under there. Or at least it felt that way. Like maybe some facets of myself were being exaggerated, or diminished, but at the end of the day the wants and desires and stuff was all mine… 

As proven by the heap of unhealthy food I’d gotten. Stuff no proper mother figure would have fed her children. Or at least no mother of mine. I could practically hear Mom screeching in my ear about the issues with a diet made of dry and frozen food… Let alone all the junk I’d snuck in from the candy aisle. Man, I was pretty sure that cashier would have been giving me a weird look if they weren’t so busy giving me a… well, very different kinda stare.

Putting that aside, I decided to walk towards my bed, and gently shake Clarissa.

“Bwuh?” she murmured, stirring for a moment before flopping back on the bed and spreading limbs out. “...Five more minutes mom…”

“I’m not your mother, dear,” I replied, in a warm tone, causing her to open her eyes again.

“....Hot mommy says what?”

“What?” I asked, caught off guard by her shenanigans.

“Yes! I mean, uh… Wait… Olivia? Is that you?”

“Oh right… I forgot to turn back…” I frowned, then dismissed the spell keeping my coloration ‘natural.’ Another risk of using my magic to transform. Every form felt so good - at least compared to how I was used to feeling, in my old body. Though nothing felt better than letting my natural, semi-slime state shine. If transforming felt as natural as wearing a second skin, being violet felt like letting my real skin breathe. It was relieving, even if I rarely noticed I needed that release in the moment… Though, again, compared to how uncomfortable I was used to feeling in my own skin, pretty much every form was comfort unleashed.

Benefits of magic, I guess.

“Uh, Olivia?” Clarissa asked, before poking my boob. “You’re still a hot mom? Not that I’m complaining, but… why?”

“Huh? Oh…” I frowned, shaking my head as I slimmed my proportions down a bit, going back to the thicc college girl look over the mature mother persona. “Sorry… One form’s much like the other when I’m violet, I guess.”

“Right… ‘Cause that’s not concerning or anything,” Clarissa replied. Despite her words, she stretched towards the ceiling languidly, rolling out of bed at her own pace. “”So what’s for breakfast, Mommy?”

“...Don’t call me that,” I complained, as Chrys let out a laugh - the first sound she’d made outside my head, all day.

“Sorry Mommy - I mean Mommy - I mean… Dammit, I can’t get the image of your mommy milkers out of my head… take responsibility for your wakeup call!”

“By letting you call me mommy?” I asked, exasperated. “No!”

“By fucking me!”

“...Huh?”

“No, seriously, dude!” Clarissa replied. “I mean, you don’t have to, or anything, if you don’t wanna - though I personally think that would be pretty lame and straight of you - but uh… What was my point again?”

“That you should fuck me?” I reminded her, before shaking my head. “Wait, why am I leaning into your idiocy?”

“Because I’m hot,” Clarissa answered, instantly. “And because I bet you haven’t even touched yourself yet. You’re probably boiling over with curiosity and lust!”

“I’m not you,” I retorted, instantly. “And I don’t need to have sex. Or touch myself! I don’t even want to!”

Not even if the thought was making my cheeks warm. And not just my cheeks. Something a fair bit lower, too - something that made me want to rub my thighs together and leak out little noises as-

“Uh, dude?” Clarissa interrupted. “You’re kinda… I don’t wanna say you’re asking for anything, but you look like…”

“You look like you’re a moment away from fingering yourself,” Chrys interrupted. “And your hormone levels are going through the roof.”

“Wh-what?” I stuttered, stumbling backwards. At the same time, I felt something in between my legs throb. It almost reminded me of having a dick, except it was much more localized. And much more intense.

“Oh right,” Chrys muttered. She almost sounded embarrassed. “I forgot about this…”

“Forgot about what?” Clarissa demanded, before I even got a chance to open my mouth. Which was probably for the best, because I’m pretty sure nothing but a slutty moan would have come out.

“Well, Magical Girls run off of repressed sexuality, right?”

“Uh-huh,” Clarissa nodded, while I managed to squeak out something between an affirmative noise and a whimper. 

My body was heating up. My legs were trembling. And what’s worse, images were flashing through my head - images of Clarissa’s hands on me, touching me. And not just Clarissa. There was also Rachel, the shy girl who’s number I’d gotten, and Violet, the cute but angry magical girl… The things they could do to me… The things I could do to them. I could imagine each of them, with each of the personas I’d created, touching me in different places, making me feel pleasure beyond what I could imagine…

“And Olivia was a candidate. Meaning she’s got a lot of repressed sexuality, you see?”

“Gotcha,” Clarissa agreed, nodding. 

I didn’t even try to let out a sound, this time. It was hard to even hear them over the sound of my heart beat, and the blood rushing through me.

“So, what do you think happens to a girl who tries to repress the very thing that powers her? Especially when she’s bonded to the literal antithesis of artificial trappings…”

“Uh… She gets really horny, I guess?” Clarissa replied, looking at me. “I mean, I’m pretty sure that’s what’s happening anyways, right?”

“Her lust magic’s going out of control,” Chrys confirmed, releasing an audible sigh. “If she doesn’t admit to at least wanting sex, she’s going to burst.”

“I-if that’s all I have to do-ooooh then just lead with th-thaaaaaaat…” I cursed, as heat began to build in my center. “I… I’d like to have sex one day, okay!? I’d like to! But I just haven’t met the right girl yet! A-and with me in this body, it’s not like I even can! Anyone who fell for me would be a lesbian, and I’m… Well…” 

I trailed off, realizing that the heat had left my body at some point. Letting out a sigh, I shook my head. “That was horrible.”

“That was just a warning,” Chrys warned. “And what we did was just a temporary patch! You can’t go denying your impulses when you’re half ooze! Especially not your sexual ones!”

“So what? I should sleep with every hot girl who catches my eye?”

“No,” Chrys replied, her calm voice a distinct contrast to my half-panicked tone. “Just don’t deny wanting to sleep with them. You’ve got a lot of lust built up - and I don’t mean the kind that powers you. Until you figure out an outlet for it, you’re going to have trouble.”

“Fine… I’ll act like Clarissa and blurt out every perverted thought that comes into my head!”

“Hey!” Clarissa frowned, hands on her hips. “I don’t say everything! Just… most of it.”

“Right, because that’s the trouble here…”

“I’m serious,” Chrys warned us, her voice dipping low. “If your magic goes out of control at the wrong place and time, a magical girl could sense it. So unless you want her breaking down your door…”

“Fine! I’ll admit to wanting to have sex! But not with Clarissa!” 

“Why not me?” the blonde asked, placing a hand against her chest. “I’m good in bed! Probably!”

“Because you’re confusing! One second I’m like your sister, the next you want to fuck me… I don’t think you know what you want, and I don’t particularly want to risk our current relationship just to help you figure it out!”

“That’s…” Clarissa began, lifting a finger only to drop it again. “A fair point, I guess. I’ll try to figure it out. In the meantime, we should double down on our clubbing plan and get you laid.”

I nodded, sheepishly rubbing at the back of my neck. “Yeah… Guess it’s back to my clubbing form?”

“After breakfast,” Clarissa declared. “Which you’re making. As punishment for waking me up and also not wanting to have sex with your best and hottest friend.”

“Fine,” I grumbled. Mostly because I was going to make it anyway.

“And you’re making it in the hot mom form!” Clarissa added, crossing her arms and pouting petulantly. “As extra punishment!”

“...You know that’s not going to make it any easier to settle your mind,” I warned her, already letting my body thicken and grow as I matured my look. “But if it’s what you want, dear.”

Clarissa didn’t reply. She just sorta stared at me, red faced. It was enough of an answer, though.

I mean, for all Clarissa’s faults, she was still my best friend. I knew her head better than anyone. Which is why I knew, for all her talk, that she was just as inexperienced in bed as me. I was sure she’d regret it if she spent her first time on me - someone who wasn’t even a real girl. She’d realize that, in time.

For now? I was going to prepare breakfast!

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Author's Notes

Hihi! Sorry for the wait between updates on this one - I've been a bit distracted by Demon Queened, and Hatching a Heroine, among other things... Going to try and get you guys caught up to other sites with a chapter a day for a bit, though! (The public releases are up to 16, but it'll probably be 17 by the time I'm done, at the very least.)