This is by far one of the most popular things I've posted on TG Storytime, and very much probably the funniest. This story, in a way, takes pretty much every TG anime trope, throws them in a blender, makes fun of all of them, and offered me a chance to write a very sex-oriented story. I don't know why I did this, I don't remember why the idea even came to me, but one day I just wondered "What if a succubus doesn't want to be a succubus anymore? She'd probably possess a man assuming her sex drive would die off, right?"

Time for hilarity to ensue.

Much like the stories in The Curse universe (to which this is tied), I'll be posting here in blocks of three.

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“Mike,” somebody said. I was so groggy, that the voice sounded like it was coming from everywhere and nowhere at the same time. I pulled my blanket over top of my head and tried to drown out the sound, but it wasn’t working too well. Why wouldn’t they just let me sleep? “Mike,” the voice said again. It sounded so sweet, so pleasant that I wanted to reach in my shorts and play with myself. I’d dreamed about voices that hot whispering my name.

“Lemme sleep,” I said, hoping whoever this was would go away. My voice sounded wrong, though. Like I had laryngitis. I put it out of my mind, because the other voice was so sweet and made me wanna stroke something. When did my hand get under my shirt? Oh well. I didn’t care.

“It’d be great if you’d wake up, Mikey,” the voice spoke almost directly into my ear. I could hear that all day long, though. My other hand had slipped into my shorts after all. Huh. It felt good to be stroking myself. “It’ll feel better if you wake up.”

“I don’t wanna,” I said. My voice still sounded wrong, but it also sounded… Strained. Not in an exhausting way, but more in a… Well, a different way. In a way I couldn’t describe. It was a way that suggested pleasure somehow. Granted, I was playing with myself. Pinching my nipple was electric, rubbing at my clit was exhilarating.

Rubbing at my what?!

I sat up and looked at my reflection in the mirror that hung on my closet door. That… That wasn’t me! No! That girl couldn’t be me! How was that me?!

“It’s not, sweetie,” the voice said again. I looked around and saw the exact same girl standing at my dresser, rooting through my clothes. “It’s me, I’m just borrowing your body.”

I opened my mouth to speak, but nothing came out. Was I in shock? Was I simply speechless? Or was I afraid of the fact that my voice sounded like pure sexual pleasure?

“Oh, probably all three, baby girl,” she said, with a smirk. “We’re gonna havta get you some new clothes, though. Much as I like wearing a man’s shirt, it only makes sense after I’ve had my fill of him, not while I’m using him for a timeshare.”

“Who… What are you?!”

The girl practically danced over to me, and that was when I first saw the little devil wings and the horns on her forehead. She looked like the adorable devil-over-the-shoulder from any manga or anime I’ve ever seen. “My name is Eve, and for the foreseeable future, we’re sharing your body.”

“We’re what?!”

“Sharing your body, this is not a difficult concept. I’m a succubus, you’re a human, I borrow your body to do what I do.” She giggled. “Which is usually guys, but that’s why I decided to borrow your body.”

I looked back at my now-female reflection. “But I’m not a guy anymore!”

She sighed. “Yeah, sort of a side effect. My being was a little stronger than yours, but hopefully your body keeps your standard urges about guys, otherwise this won’t work at all.”

“What won’t?”

She rolled her eyes. “I’m tired of being a succubus, duh.”

“You’re… You’re what?”

She let out an aggravated sigh, then grabbed me by the shoulders. “You do know what a succubus is, right?” I nodded. “Good. Well, what you humans don’t know is that when your whole existence revolves around fucking - It. Gets. Boring. All day, every day, having a dick in one of your holes is so annoying now, I’ve just gotten tired of it.”

“You possessed me just to stop having sex? Isn’t that why you possess people?”

She rolled her eyes again. “Well yeah, but only people of the same gender. Possessing a guy should have just meant I was the voice in the back of your head, the person you got to talk to whenever you were alone. I’d eventually fade away and then I’d be reborn as a human, likely as your first child. I didn’t think I’d be so much more powerful than you - mentally, that is - that I’d overwrite your body completely.”

“Wouldn’t you change anybody that you possessed?”

She shook her head. “No. I bet if I possessed an older guy, it would have worked, but that just felt gross. Hell, even possessing older women feels gross to me. I look at them naked in the mirror and I get worried that I’m gonna start showing stretch marks like that when I get older.”

“Wait, how old are you? Aren’t succubi supposed to be centuries old? That’s how it is in those stupid sex stories my friend Mindy makes me read.”

“Some of us are. My mom possessed the Eve, as in the one from the Bible. That’s why she named me Eve. I’m only fifteen, but I’m already way too tired of having sex with guys.”

I pulled her hands off my shoulders. “How old do succubi start having sex?”

“Depends on the succubus. My mom started me off early, I was about three.”

I shook in horror. “Ugh, gross.”

“Don’t knock it til you’ve tried it, sister.” She clamped her hands over her mouth. “On second thought, don’t try it, that’s the whole reason I picked a guy. If you start having wanton sex all the time, it’s just gonna make me stronger, and then I’ll never be able to stop.”

“What about with girls?”

“Still counts.”

“You mean I’ve gotta keep it in my pants until you’ve finally faded away?”

“No. If you have a meaningful relationship with somebody, it’s fine. Emotion driven sex is fine, it’s just urge driven sex that gives me power.”

“Emotions cause some urges.”

“Yeah, but if you really love this guy, you should be fine.”

I felt an eyebrow raise. “How do you know I’ll fall in love with a guy considering I used to be one?”

“Educated guess. I’ve checked everywhere in this room, couldn’t find a single porn magazine. I checked your internet history, nothing there either. Unless you’re hiding it all at a friend’s place, something tells me you’ve already been looking for the right guy. I can’t say you’re gonna find a gay guy anymore, though.”

“I wasn’t gay!”

“How so?”

“I never thought about guys!”

“And girls?”

“Not really…” I rubbed at my arm, like any nervous girl would. “I didn’t really have many sexual thoughts. I masturbated, but just… Just as something to do, y’know?”

She rubbed at her chin. “I’ll try to believe you. You were fingering yourself to my voice earlier, but that could just be because my presence in your body ramped up your sex drive.”

I shook again. “Please don’t bring that up to anyone ever again. Or to me.”

“You’re the only person I can talk to. Just because you have my body now doesn’t mean I’m in control. That’s all you, Mikey.” There was a knock on my door, and her lips spread into a smile. “You should probably find a way to explain this to your mom, by the way.”

Eve disappeared almost instantly, and my bedroom door opened. My mom stood there, her mouth hanging open and her eyes wide. If I looked at my reflection, I wouldn’t have been surprised to find that expression mirrored on my face, because that was how I felt. I stared at her, she stared at me. After about a minute of staring, her eyes went from my face to my chest. Granted, it must have been a shock to see her son having sprouted D-cups, but that didn’t stop it from feeling uncomfortable to have them stared at. Now I knew how natural girls felt about that sort of thing. Finally, her eyes moved from my chest back to my face, and I almost thought she was about to scream, but she instead spoke in what had to be the calmest voice I’d heard all morning.

“Michael, please come downstairs.”

I stood up and everything felt instantly different. Walking was so odd, like my body was off center. My new boobs were jiggling without anything to support them. For whatever reason, Eve’s worries about stretch marks crossed my mind, but I did my best to think about something else. That wasn’t very hard, since talking to my mom would be frightening all by itself.

My mom and I had a very good relationship. My dad had left us when I was about six months old, so I’d never even met him. My older sister, Allison, had told me that he wasn’t that good a father anyway, verging on abusive. Mom didn’t talk about him much, which I was fine with. I often worried that I’d end up like my dad. Being told anything about him made me worry I’d be that much closer to being like him.

Oh, God, the stairs were a journey now. How did girls stand walking down stairs with these things? Girls wear bras, dummy, a voice said. Must have been Eve’s, since it wasn’t mine. Well, it was mine, but it wasn’t mine. Ugh, the idea of sharing my head with someone else was so crazy. Bras. Right. I’d need one, unless I wanted my boobs to go crazy all day long, which would likely draw guys right to me.

Mom was already sitting on the couch when I finally made it to the first floor, pretty much holding my breasts down to keep them from jiggling too much. She patted the seat beside her, so I sat down. Even that felt weird, likely because of how different I could tell my ass was now. Nothing in this felt right to me.

“Mikey, honey, I’m going to have to assume you’ve been possessed by a succubus.”

I was dumbfounded. How she’d figured this out completely, I had no clue. “How… How’d you know?”

She took my hand. “Sweetie, there’s something you need to know. It’s not something you’re going to like, but you still need to know.” This was starting to scare me. “When I was your age, I was also possessed by a succubus.”

“Were you a guy, too?”

She shook her head. “Oh, no, sweetie, I was possessed the natural way.”

“How’s being possessed by a sex demon natural in any way?!”

She shrugged. “It happens more often than you’d think.”

“How do you know that?!”

“Not the point, the point is that I know what you’re going through.” She squeezed my hand. “And I know what you will be going through.”

“Whaddya mean?”

“Well, you don’t know anything about the War, sweetie.”

I shook my head. “No. No I don’t.”

“Sunday’s about to be a nightmare for you.”

“Why is Sunday about to be a nightmare?”

“Because your sister will likely want to kill you.”

“Kill me?”

“Only because of her duty to the Order of Magic, not any sort hate for you.”

“Mom, you’re scaring me.”

She nodded. “I’m not surprised. I’ll have a talk with her before she comes home this weekend. What I’m trying to tell you, though, is that your sister is a magical girl and her orders are to kill any succubus she comes into contact with.”

“A magical girl? Like, Sailor Moon kind of magical girl?”

“Transformation sequence and everything.”

“How have I never heard of this?”

“Because there was no reason to drag you into the situation. You were my only boy and had no reason to know about the War.”

“I dunno, hearing about my sister dying at some point might have needed a little explaining. Allie’s too smart to cross the street without looking for cars.”

She sighed. “It’s not that kind of War. The succubi are pretty much losing, honestly.”

Did you know about this? I asked Eve in my brain, hoping she’d answer.

I knew about the War, but I didn’t know your sister was a magical girl. I was sorta hoping to avoid one of those.

I groaned. “I’m not gonna die, am I?”

Mom shook her head. “Of course not, sweetie, you’ll be fine. Hopefully, Allie’s love of her little brother outweighs her hatred for Succubi.”

Somehow, that didn’t make me feel any better. Especially because I wasn’t her little brother anymore.

“Okay, so to be clear about this, you were once possessed by a succubus, my older sister is a magical girl, and all of this,” I gestured around my new body, “is not strange to you at all?”

She shrugged. “I wouldn’t say that it’s not strange. My son now has a larger bust size than his sister. But despite all the strange, it won’t be difficult to handle.”

I sighed. “This is just crazy.”

“I get that, baby, but I’ll help you through it.” She put her arms around me, and it honestly felt like she was hugging me for the first time in my life. Whatever was different about this one was just… Different, and wonderful.

Hey, just think. When a guy hugs you, it’s gonna feel amazing, too. Especially when they go for the boobs. If I believed in God, I’d praise him for giving us boobs.

I desperately wanted a fireplace poker to jam into my skull.

***

I picked my phone up off my nightstand and looked through it, trying to find somebody to talk to. The school year was about to start, and having at least one friend who knew what was happening with me would ease the coming week. I steered clear of my male friends, as the idea of one of them seeing me like this wasn’t enticing in any way.

Yeah, but the guys are enticing, Eve said.

I groaned. “The least you can do is not say things like that. Especially since you want to stop being that way.” I then looked at the mirror. “And why don’t you actually manifest yourself to me? Hearing you in my head is okay when I’m talking to people, but you can show yourself in my room.”

Almost instantly, Eve appeared on the bed beside me. She was holding a nail file, using it for the obvious reasons. “What’s so special about me actually being in the room? You’re the only one who can see me anyway.” She pointed to the mirror. “Not to mention we look exactly the same.”

“How about the fact that having you in my head feels weird?”

“You’ll get used to it.”

I sighed. Getting used to it frightened me. I went back to scrolling through my contacts, looking for somebody to text. I couldn’t really find the courage to text any of them. The idea that they’d be coming over here and meeting the new me was scary.

“Why not Mindy? You said she likes succubi, she should be thrilled by this.”

“Because the No Sex rule would likely get thrown out the window in about ten minutes.”

“Ugh, she’s…”

“Yeah, she’s a lesbian. Why do you make it sound like it’s wrong?”

“Because I was born for cock, so cock makes sense to me.” She kept on filing her nails. “I’m not against lesbians, I just don’t see the appeal. Play with your own boobs instead of somebody else’s, it’s that simple.”

I looked at my phone again. Mindy might understand what was going on. No. I Shook my head. “Mindy’s had a crush on me since we were seven, even being a lesbian. Now that she’s got nothing in her way, it’ll be like an open invitation for her.”

“The girl’s got no boundaries?”

“None. She even groped the head cheerleader in front of everybody.”

“Damn… I prefer guys and that sounds hot to me.”

I rolled my eyes. “That doesn’t help, I hope you realize.”

She shrugged. “Either way, seems like she’d be the best one to understand this situation. Call her up.”

In a way, Eve was right. Mindy was the closest one to understanding this situation, even if I didn’t want her to know about this until I was a little more in control of whatever urges having a succubus in my head might cause. I tapped on her picture, then the text icon. I then sat there for awhile trying to decide what to say.

I just looked at the phone and froze. I really couldn’t text Mindy. Not just because I was worried about her trying to hit on me, but because she was still on vacation with her family. I can’t believe I hadn’t thought of that. I set my phone down on my bed and fell back, the ceiling the only thing I could see.

Eve moved over top of me. “How come you’re not calling her?”

“Because, she’s on vacation with her parents. I just remembered that.”

“Ooooh. Ya gonna pick somebody else?”

I shook my head. “My only other friends are all guys. And I am not calling one of them.”

She sat down beside me. “What if… Look, there’s a chance that I can sorta shut our urges off.”

“What?”

“It’s only temporary and it really hurts me, because I’m using up a lot of energy. Since you’re the host body, that means it’s gonna hurt you.”

I groaned. “There’s no other way?”

“Call a guy friend over and do your damnedest to keep it in your pants?”

I rolled my eyes. “Is there any way you can help with that?”

“I can try thinking un-sexy thoughts to turn you off, but that’s really, really hard for me.”

I sighed. “Fine. I’ll text Terry and pray that I can make it through one conversation with him without trying to unbuckle his pants and suck his dick.”

Eve giggled. “You’re getting just as dirty as I am already.”

The idea of that scared me.

I looked at the clock for about the billionth time. Twenty minutes had passed since I texted Terry, and still he was nowhere to be seen. The asshole only lived three houses away from me. I couldn’t stand just sitting on my bed waiting for something to happen, I had to go do something.

It occurred to me that I hadn’t really taken a look at myself since I woke up. Sure, I knew what I looked like, but I hadn’t really taken a look at myself. I walked over to the mirror on my closet door and took a good, long look at the girl I’d become.

Had I been a guy, a girl that looked like I did now would have probably given me the hardest boner I could imagine. I had the curviest figure possible for a sixteen year old girl, wide hips and huge boobs. If they weren’t D cups, I’d be amazed. My hair had been brown before, and it was fiery red now. My face, though obviously Eve’s, looked somewhat like my mother’s. I wondered if Eve had done that on purpose, so that I’d still recognizably be my mother’s child.

I considered taking my shirt off and looking at myself topless, but decided against it. With my luck, I’d probably turn myself on enough to masturbate and then Terry would get here and seize his opportunity. Instead, I just took a peek down my shirt, and the sight of those things hanging off my chest nearly took my breath away.

“Yeah, I know what you mean,” Eve said. I looked up at the sound of her voice and saw her standing there, topless, fondling herself. Her finger flicked one of her obviously hard nipples, and my own responded. “These are great, aren’t they?”

I saw myself turn red in the mirror. “Put your shirt back on!”

“What? What’s wrong with appreciating what you’ve got? Learn to love ‘em, sister, because they’re not going away.”

If I were to look at myself now, I’d be even redder. “Shut it!”

Eve giggled. “Don’t worry, you’ll get used to ‘em. Plus, playing with your tits is a great way to get off.”

“And if I don’t want to get off?”

She shook her head. “I wouldn’t think that way. Look, being the way you are now will require a balance between the urges for anyone with a piece of meat swinging between his legs and our desires to keep your legs closed. Masturbating will be a necessity, understand that.”

I groaned. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“Nope. So, either set aside at least a couple moments a day for exploring the internal mechanics and groping the propane tanks.”

“Propane tanks?”

“It’s an expression, don’t put too much thought into it.”

“Doesn’t that kinda… I mean, I think of farts when you say that.”

“Not! Important! The important thing is that you play with yourself a few times a day, or else you’ll wanna go humping every yum-yum guy you come across.” Something crossed her mind that made her giggle. “Heh heh, ‘cum across’. That’s a funny phrase.”

I rolled my eyes. “Whatever. I guess I’ll masturbate every so often. But what am I gonna do when school starts and I can’t masturbate until I get home?”

“Not even a little?”

“Not.”

“Between classes?”

“I’d smell like pussy.”

“But guys like that.”

“Eve! You keep forgetting!”

She nodded. “Sorry, sorry. You’re right, don’t touch yourself at school. You’ll just have to keep yourself under control there.”

I plopped onto my bed. It felt so different. “You’re making this sound harder than I want it to be.”

She sat down next to me. “Sorry. Believe me, I only want it to be hard enough to pleasure us.”

I glared at her. “Most of what you know is innuendo, isn't it?”

“Kinda. It’s more fun that way.”

“Whatever. Just… Please don’t fill my head full of those at inappropriate moments.”

She nodded. “I promise they won’t be at inappropriate moments.”

“Or any moments, for that matter.”

“Oh, c’mon! What if you’re on a hot date with a hot guy who you really like? It won’t be feeding the urges if you really like him.”

“Why are you so certain I’ll fall for a guy?”

She shook her head. “I dunno. Just with me in your head, you’ll be a bit more inclined to lust after guys, and then there’s that whole gay thing that you used to be.”

“I wasn’t gay!”

“Not even a little?”

“Girls turned me on when I was a guy.”

“Really? That just seems…”

“If you make a joke or talk about how weird it is that I liked girls when I wasn’t one, I’m going to hit you.”

“You’re just seeing me in your mind, remember?”

“Then shouldn’t I be able to hit you if I imagine doing it?”

She shook her head.

“Not at all?”

Again.

I sighed. “Fine. Just… I wasn’t gay, okay? Accept that.”

She shrugged. “Fine. But you’re gonna have a lot of thoughts about guys now. Remember to keep ‘em in check when Terry gets here.”

I nodded. “Yeah, that worries me. I just wish he’d get here.”

***

Forty minutes more waiting, and Terry still wasn’t anywhere to be seen. I was getting nervous, and it was annoying me. Eve just sat on my bed watching me pace. She didn’t say a word, which wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, because she was likely to just throw out an innuendo, but the fact that all she was doing was watching me was a little annoying.

I almost threw myself at my bed. “Ugh! What the fuck is taking him so long?!”

Eve sighed. “Sounds like shitty boyfriend material.”

“I don’t want a boyfriend, Eve. I want my friend to be here so that somebody knows who I am when school starts.” I covered my head with a pillow and suddenly the idea of Terry being my boyfriend passed through my mind. He wasn’t all that bad to look at, he was kinda funny. Any girl would probably consider him quite the catch. I imagined him walking into my room, kissing me…

I shook my head. No, no, no, nonono! I couldn’t let myself think those thoughts. I had to think about something else. Something else entirely. I looked around my room, hoping beyond hope that I could find something to take my mind away from thoughts of Terry being my boyfriend. Something to drive away my picturing his pants coming off, his rock hard member pushing into me… His hands all over my boobs… My own hand found its way to my stiff nipple and I almost imagined his on top of me…

Goddammit! I was doing it again! I stood up and smacked myself in the head a few times. I was driving myself insane thinking about Terry like that. I needed to find something to take my mind off of him, but I just couldn’t.

Eve just sat there at the edge of my bed, doing her best to stifle a giggle. “What?!” I almost shouted.

“Sorry. It’s just I’ve never seen this from the outside, and it’s kinda funny. Are you… Y’know… Okay?”

“No! Because now I’m thinking about Terry fondling me and the worst part about it is that it feels good! I actually think I want him to fondle me!”

“That was not what I expected to hear when I walked in here,” Terry’s voice said from behind me.

“Oh, crap…” I said, almost a squeak.

***

“And that’s the whole story,” I finished my tale. It wasn’t a particularly long one, but it was still eventful nonetheless. I tried to avoid looking Terry in the face, because I couldn’t stop myself from examining him. Unfortunately, that just made me look at his chest, and while Terry wasn’t some musclebound monster, he did have some upper body mass. I looked away from his chest and of course my eyes immediately landed on his bulge. God, I’d never noticed how big his package could get before.

You should stop that, I told myself, but it wasn’t easy. I looked back up at his face, and just had to accept that I thought he could make a damn good living as an underwear model.

He took a long time to say something, then he finally asked, “Who were you talking to when I came in here?”

I sighed. “That was Eve. I can see her physically if I ask her to show up. Otherwise, I just hear her in my head.”

“What’s she look like?”

“Exactly like me, but with horns and devil wings. I told you this at the beginning of the story.”

“You were talkin’ at like twelve hundred words a minute and I was staring at your boobs, leave me alone.”

I rolled my eyes. Of course he was staring at my boobs. Granted, I was staring at his rod, so I guess the feeling was mutual. “Look, this is really serious, okay? You’re the only person who knows and I’ve gotta trust you.”

He smiled, which of course I found adorable. “You don’t have anything to worry about. I’m not gonna be hittin’ on you all the time.”

I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding in. In fact, when had I started holding it in? “Good. You’re just sorta the only one I can rely on.”

“Why didn’t you call Mindy?”

“She’s still out of town.”

“No she’s not.”

What?! “What?”

“She and her folks came back early because of some thing her cousin Jeanie is doing at college this week.”

I laid back on my bed. “Great. So I coulda called her and saved myself the mental problems.”

He laughed. “Yeah, but she’d be trying to cop a feel on you.”

“Like you don’t want to.”

“Didn’t say I didn’t.”

“Well, maybe it’s better if she doesn’t know. Maybe if she just thinks I’m the new girl at school, she won’t wanna... “ I sighed. “I don’t even believe what I’m saying. You’ll tell her with me when the time comes, right?”

“Duh.”

“You think, maybe if she sees that you’re not drooling all over me, she won’t think it’s anything special that I’m a girl now?”

“You can’t begin to think that’s a good idea.”

I shook my head. “You’re right. She’ll probably think I’ll be easier to get if you’re not the one humping me.”

“Why did you specifiy humping?”

“I have a succubus in my head, any number of words could come out of my mouth.”

Just be happy I’m not demanding that Mr. Hunky-hunk put something in your mouth, Eve said, making me once again wish I had a sharp needle to stick in my skull.

He’s not that hot, okay? He’s… Average...

I know for a fact that you don’t believe that.

Shut up, seriously. Shut. Up.

“Uh, Earth to Mike, you paying attention?” Terry asked, snapping me out of my little mental conversation with Eve. That was when I realized I was topless, on top of him. He was still clothed, but how the hell did this happen to me?! “They’re great to look at, but considering you said you wanted to avoid this sort of thing, I think you need to get off of me.”

I recoiled in shock and covered myself, despite the fact that he’d already seen everything he needed to. I looked around for my shirt and quickly pulled it back on, then practically jumped to the other side of the room. “Oh, Jesus… How did that happen?!”

Terry was smiling. “I don’t know what was going on in your head, but you just took your shirt off, pushed me over and climbed on top of me. I tried talking you out of it about five times, but you didn’t respond until the last one. It’s kinda funny, you’re the one that doesn’t wanna be sexual and I’m the one with the most restraint.” He laughed. “Not all that easy, since you’re probably the second hottest girl I know.”

What the hell did you do that for?! I asked Eve in my mind.

Do you know how hard he is - I mean how hard it is to keep my urges in check? Be happy I didn’t have his pants down already, otherwise you might be taking a pregnancy test.

I can get pregnant?! You didn’t tell me that!

You’re a fully functional girl, one hundred percent, and… Woo, boy, I’ve got his pants down now.

My eyes focused and I realized that I was, indeed, pulling Terry’s pants off of him. “Why aren’t you stopping me from doing this stuff?!” I almost shouted.

“I sorta figure it’s like somebody sleepwalking, and stopping you could hurt you.”

I walked back over to the other side of the room and nearly slammed my head against the wall. “Ugh… I didn’t know getting you involved would be driving me nuts like this.”

Terry moved over to me. “You said before that the succubus said an emotional relationship would help, why don’t you try that?”

“With who? With you? I’m having a hard enough time keeping your dick outta my hands, if we were dating, even if it was emotional or romantic, that would just give the Little Succubus That Could more chances to try and get in your pants - or get you in my pants - and now that I know I can get pregnant, that really worries me!”

Terry scratched the back of his head. “Didn’t you know you could get pregnant already?”

I did tell you that you could get pregnant before now.

I ignored her, because I didn’t want to get into another blackout moment. “Look, a lot of crap has happened to me today, excuse me if I may have forgotten some details.”

“Seems like a pretty big detail to forget.”

I sighed. “Yeah, I know. I’m being really stupid right now.” I looked up at him. “Please, just help me through this by keeping me away from your zipper?”

As if to insult me, he kissed me on the forehead. “Of course. But don’t expect me not to treat you like a hot girl.”

“Why’d you do that?”

“Do what?”

“Kiss my forehead.”

“Did I do that?” He continued to smile. I was getting to the point where I wanted to deck him. “Huh. Maybe I’m possessed by a male sex demon.”

Well, there are male sex demons, but it’s so hard to find one. They’re great fucks when you do find one, though.

Again, I ignored her. “Don’t make fun of me,” I said, poking him in his outrageously firm bicep. “Just because I think you’re cute now doesn’t mean you can get away with that.”

He ruffled my hair - which couldn’t have been easy to do, since my hair went halfway down my back now - and kept on smiling. Thanks to that stupid smile, I really couldn’t be angry at him.

***

I poked through the bras and panties that Mom had brought home for me. Just the idea that I’d have to wear these things was freaky enough, but actually holding them in my hands was worse. I walked over to my dresser, pulled out a drawer and dumped my male underwear on the floor.

“Jeez,” Terry said. He was holding one of the bras. “How do these things hold you down?”

“You put that down. I’ve gotta wear them, it’ll be weird knowing that you’ve touched my underwear.” I started folding the panties and setting them in one half of the drawer. “You’ve had girlfriends before, haven’t you ever seen a bra?”

He dropped the bra back on my bed. “Well, I’ve felt one through a girl’s shirt before. That’s about the closest I’ve ever done.”

“Are mine the first boobs you’ve seen naked in person?”

“Yes.” He started folding some pairs of panties and handed them to me. “Yes, that does mean that you were my first.”

I stuck my tongue out at him. “Don’t take that too seriously.”

“You forced yourself on me, don’t forget that.”

“Ugh… Don’t remind me.” I finished with the panties and started folding the bras and putting them away.

“So, your mom just dropped everything to go out and buy you clothes?”

I nodded. “Well, she works at home and makes up her own hours, so technically she didn’t drop anything. How have we been friends for years and you never know that?”

“Do you know what my parents do?”

“No.”

“Well then, that explains it. Your mom’s not home most of the time I come over here, anyway. Now your sister... Her I pay attention to.”

That just made me think about Alicia. The idea that my sister was gonna wanna kill me the minute she saw me just worried me. I hadn’t seen her for a couple months. She lived in an apartment not far from where she went to college, and had a job as a waitress at a coffee shop. She mainly only came home for holidays and birthdays, of which mine was the upcoming Sunday.

“What’s with the thousand yard stare?”

“Huh?” I looked up at him, once again playing with one of my new bras. Thankfully, I wasn’t accidentally forcing myself on him again. “Oh, just thinking about Allie.”

“You’re not gonna try and pass yourself off as your cousin to her, are ya?”

I shook my head. “No. I just hope she doesn’t try and kill me the second she sees me.”

“What?”

“Allie’s a magical girl.”

“Like, the anime-wand-holding-sailor-uniform kind?”

“Yup.”

“Those exist?”

“And they’re trying to kill all the succubi.”

“Does she wear the sailor uniform?”

“According to Mom, yes.”

“Can she do it on command or is it only when the situation necessitates it?”

I sighed. “I don’t know, but can you please take this seriously? My sister is a magical girl whose whole job is to kill succubi and I’ve got a succubus in me!”

“Yeah, but… Would she kill you seeing as you’re her little sister now?”

“I don’t know! The whole possibility scares me.”

“Allie’s only, like, five-foot-six and a little over a hundred pounds, how would she kill you?”

Suddenly, a new voice entered the conversation, and I felt pure terror. “I don’t think you wanna be in the room to find out, Terry.” Allie was standing in my doorway, Sailor Moon outfit and giant wand/staff in hand, glaring at me. “Get away from my sister.”

Allie looked really, really goofy, wearing that sailor uniform. She’d look the epitome of a Japanese schoolgirl if either of us were Japanese. And then there was that big wand/staff/thing, which honestly scared the crap out of me because, for all I knew, she’d killed thousands of succubi with it. For whatever reason, Allie seemed taller now. Was it just because I shorter, even though I was sitting down? She looked like she took up even more of the doorway than she used to.

It’s because she’s wearing heels, Eve said. I didn’t even realize that until she pointed it out.

“Allie, please, don’t put what’s happened to me between us,” I said as I slowly stood up. “I didn’t ask for this, it just sorta happened.”

She’s not gonna try and kill me, right? Eve asked. I didn’t have an answer for her.

“I mean, c’mon, do I look like I’d…” I trailed off. I didn’t know what to say. This whole thing was nuts, and nothing I said or did would change the insanity of the situation. “Okay, I really don’t have anything to say. Just please, please don’t kill me?”

Allie didn’t say anything. She walked toward me, pushed Terry out of the way and put the head of the staff against my throat. I backed away as much as I could, but that was about two feet. Allie kept that staff against my neck and the look on her face told me that she was ready to do whatever the hell it was she did to kill succubi. In some childish, futile attempt to protect myself, I raised my hands in front of my face and closed my eyes.

And then nothing happened.

I cautiously opened my eyes, one at a time, and realized that I was being hugged.

This is weird, Eve whispered, for whatever reason. I’ve never been hugged by a magical girl.

And here I have been for years, I said. Imagine how weird this is for me.

I stiffly returned the hug, more than a little cautious. For all I knew, this was the standard way to kill a succubus, and potentially the host for said succubus. “Is this normal?” I asked.

“Yes, it's normal for me to hug my little sister. Well, now that I have a little sister.” She finally broke off the hug. “Did you think I was gonna hurt you?”

“Kinda…”

“Mom told me about what happened. So long as Eve stays in line, my order will let her go.”

Stays in line? What does she think I am? I could tell that Eve wasn’t happy.

Well, you are a sex demon, I said, hoping to diffuse the situation.

Allie sat down on the bed beside me. “How come you asked Terry here? Isn’t that kinda tempting?”

I sighed. “You have no idea.”

“I’ve had a few boyfriends, yeah, I think I do.”

Terry coughed out a laugh.

“Anyway, I was gonna call Mindy, but I thought she was out of town, then Terry tells me she’s not, but he was already here by then and I wasn’t gonna have both of them. What I’ve tried to do to Terry is bad enough, it would be a helluva lot worse if I was trying to hump Terry and Mindy was trying to hump me.”

Allie smirked. “What have you tried to do to Terry?”

“Nothing important,” I said, making sure to shoot a glare at Terry before he said a word, “just a lot of stuff I will never want to do again, unless I get Eve outta me and end up in a regular relationship with somebody. Even if it’s a guy.”

Oh, gee, thanks, Eve said, the sarcasm almost visible. I thought we were friends.

You invaded my body and turned me into a girl. We might become friends later on. We’ll have to see.

“I wish this had never happened to you,” Allie said, a sullen look on her face. “If it hadn’t, you could have gone on never knowing about… The Order. It’s not exactly a good thing that somebody outside of us,” she motioned toward Terry, “knows about this.”

Terry rolled his eyes. “Oh, please, like anybody’s gonna believe me that there’s a war between sex demons and Sailor Moon cosplayers.”

She stood up and moved over to him. “It’s not regular people I’m worried about. I’m not the only magical girl in town, and Mikey’s not the only succubus host. Just because we don’t advertise the War doesn’t mean it’s not on your doorstep, y’know?”

I asked, “So, how exactly do you guys fight this war, if nobody knows about it?”

She turned to me. “It’s more difficult than it sounds. First, we need to detect the presence of a succubus. Regular members like me can’t do it without a Sister. Sisters are one rank up from me, and they’re actually capable of generating magic within themselves. A regular can only turn our wands in to get magic infused in them, which we can then use freely during the day, but there’s a pretty strict limit. Thankfully, only fighting a succubus will drain it quickly.” She grabbed her staff again. Apparently, it had been leaning up against my closet door. She closed her eyes and a bright light emitted from her stomach, then split in two directions, going up and down. The light circled her, and her clothes changed from the schoolgirl outfit to her regular street clothes. “Whew, sweat pants feel so much more comfortable.”

“How exactly do you fight a succubus?”

Why are you asking when that could happen to you?! Eve nearly screamed.

So I know what to avoid in the future!

“It takes a lot of magical power, but essentially, we destroy everything about the girl. She ends up an amnesiac at best and a vegetable at worst.”

I gulped pretty loudly. “Is that the only thing you can do? There’s no way to separate the girl from the succubus?”

She shook her head. “The only one who can do that is the succubus. And most of the time, they don’t really wanna leave a girl’s body.” She rubbed at her arm. “And sometimes, even when they do, they don’t leave the girl off well. I’ve never actively fought a succubus before, I’ve only watched my Sister deal with one. The poor girl the succubus was possessing ended up… I don’t even know what the best way to put it is.” She shivered. “Probably the closest thing to say is that she was a cock-icidal maniac.”

Holy shit…

I couldn’t agree with Eve more. “So… What happened to her?”

“The only thing we could do was wipe her brain and leave her in a hospital. If we hadn’t, she would have had sex with every man she could find. And no guy would ever be able to satisfy her. If she ever comes out of the coma we left her in, she’ll still have an unbelievably high sex drive, but now she won’t be humping every dick in sight.”

You didn’t tell me that could happen to me! I yelled at Eve.

I didn’t know… My family’s always been really respectful of our hosts.

Allie sat down beside me again. “Um… This is gonna seem like a really weird request, but can I talk to Eve?”

“Huh?”

“I’ve never actually talked to a succubus before. Eve seems like she’s reasonable, so I wanna talk to her.”

Terry was smiling. “This’ll be good.”

She glared at him. “You leave the room.”

The smile disappeared. “Aww, c’mon!”

“If Eve’s not completely in control of herself, she could fuck you senseless and then my little sister has to be dealt with, so you need to leave.”

I was one step shy of laughing my ass off. Terry wanted a show, and he wasn’t gonna get it. Once he was out of the room, I closed my eyes and asked Eve, Do you wanna do this?

She took a little while to answer, but finally said, Yeah.

Okay, how do we do -

***

With Mike safely tucked away, I opened my eyes. It felt a little weird, actually being in control of her body, but after a second or two, I acclimated. “Whaddya wanna know?” I asked.

“You’re Eve?”

I nodded. “Yeah.”

“How do I know?”

“Just, trust me. I don’t know how to actually convince you.”

Allie smiled. “What would you do if I brought Terry back in here?”

Automatically, I answered, “Take his pants off, followed by his underwear, work the shaft with my hands for 15 seconds, then finally take him in my mouth. I’d only work to get him mostly hard before I take my lips off of him, take off my pants, bend over and work him doggy style for a good fifteen minutes. After that, I’d go back to oral for a little bit, and then I’d finish him off with anal while having him finger me.”

WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?! Mike shouted.

That was when I realized what I’d said. “Um… Sorry, sorry… I didn’t think about that at all.”

Allie giggled. “No, it’s okay. Now I know you’re Eve.”

I blushed. “Still. He’s Mike’s best friend, and I just described how I’d fuck him. And Mike heard me.”

“She’s conscious in there?”

I nodded. “Yeah. Same when it’s the other way around, and Mike’s in control.”

“Was my description the first time you’ve heard about what happens to succubi when members of the Order fight them?”

I nodded again. “Yeah. My mom and I stay away from all that. I’ve only ever had a couple of hosts, and I always left them exactly as I found them.”

“What about your mom?”

“Well, she’s had more hosts, but she’s been around since the beginning. I mean, my mom’s first host was Eve, as in Adam and Eve, Eve.”

Allie’s eyes widened. “Your… Holy crap, I need to meet your mom.”

“No. Nononono… If my mom finds out about me wanting to stop having sex, she’ll… Probably do less to me than what your Order would do, but it still wouldn’t be good. I just… I can’t tell her.”

“Eve, your mom is the first succubus. The whole reason you can try to get out of having all that sex is because your sex drive isn’t as strong as other succubi.”

I scratched at my arm. “Yeah, it is. I still want to fuck, it’s just… I can choose not to, y’know?”

“Yeah, that’s my point. Most of the time, a succubus is so driven by her sex drive that she gets violent. That’s the whole reason the Order exists. We’re here to save regular girls from that violent sexual need. We don’t like to kill succubi, but it’s the only thing we can do.” She grabbed my hand. “But if your mom was on our side, we might be able to do something else.”

I looked down at her hand holding mine, then closed my eyes and sighed. “I can’t. Believe me, I want a better solution, but… If my mom hurts me, she’ll hurt Mike, and I can’t let that happen.”

What’ll she do to me? Mike asked.

Nothing good.

***

I opened my eyes and suddenly I was back in control of my own body. Eve had moved me from the bed to the couch downstairs without my paying any attention. At least my clothes were still on. The only bad thing was that I couldn’t see Terry anywhere. Allie was sitting next to me, and some rom-com was playing on the TV.

“Where’s Terry?” I asked.

“Well, Eve and I worked out a deal, so he’s upstairs on your bed, naked, with his hands and legs tied together, with a gag stuck in his mouth,” Allie said, smirking. “I’m kidding, obviously. I wouldn’t let Eve in the same room with Terry if my life depended on it.”

“Thank you, very, very much.” I looked around. “Seriously, though, where is he?”

“In the bathroom, doing whatever it is boys do since they can actually stand to pee.”

The idea of going to the bathroom had yet to occur to me the entire day. “It’s not as hard as you’d think.”

“Just so you know that you can’t do it anymore. That’d be a helluva mess you’d need to clean up if you tried.” She was suddenly holding a bowl of popcorn. “Want some?”

“No. Where’d you get that?”

“Magic wand, remember?”

“Yeah, but I don’t see it anywhere.”

She reached into her back pocket and pulled her phone out. “When it’s not in physical form, I can just use magic with this app,” she said, pointing to something that I didn’t think existed on any app store. It was actually called Magic Wand. “Making popcorn isn’t the best use of magic, but it doesn’t use like any of my wand’s power. Also, the Order doesn’t have any problems with it.”

“What if you use up all your magic power making popcorn and then you have to fight a succubus?”

“I don’t think I could actually eat that much popcorn. Either way want some?”

“I said no.”

“You coulda changed your mind.”

“Nope.” I adjusted myself on the couch. Eve had me sitting with my legs tucked under me, which wasn’t uncomfortable, but felt kinda weird. I had a feeling I’d get more used to it eventually. Particularly when I would get a boyfriend, which still didn’t seem right, but was starting to become less weird to me. “What are we watching, anyway?”

“Um…” Allie reached for the remote and hit the guide button. “Run Fatboy Run. It’s been kinda funny.”

“I’ve never seen it.”

She gobbled down another mouthful of popcorn. “Trust me, if you as a girl is anything like me or Mom, you’re gonna start enjoying romantic comedies.” She once again held the bowl over to me, and this time I gave up and grabbed a handful of popcorn. “Have any of your tastes changed? Other than your sexual preference, that is.”

I shrugged. “I dunno. I still like all the things I did like, nothing actually feels different, except for the fact that I like guys now.” I took more popcorn. “He’s taking a really long time in the bathroom.”

“Maybe he had to take a dump.”

***

“Where did you get a dart board?” I asked as Terry hammered a nail on my wall. “And why were you in the basement?”

“Do you even realize how much cool shit you have in the basement?” he asked, holding onto some nails with his teeth. “You think your mom would care if I took that blow-up doll I found down there?”

“There’s a blow-up doll in the basement?”

“Yes.”

“Take it,” Allie said, looking like she was going to burst into laughter. “It’s not gonna get any use from anybody here.”

“Still,” I said, “do we have like a bar down in the basement, why a dart board?”

“As a matter of fact,” Mom began, as she brought in a laundry basket full of recently folded clothes, your grandpa did have a bar in the basement.” She opened my dresser drawer. “And yes, Terry, take the blow-up doll and get it out of here. That was something I bought the girls’ grandpa for his birthday once. He let the air out of it the day I brought it home and it just sat in the basement.”

Allie asked, “Um, isn’t Mike gonna need new clothes?”

I shook my head. “Nope. Mom bought me new underwear and all my old clothes fit me. They’re a little... Well… The pants are kinda tight in the ass, and my shirts are big on me, but other than that, there’s no problem with them. And it’s not like I’d be the only girl at school who wears boy clothes.”

“You’d be the hottest girl at school who wears guy clothes,” Terry added.

Allie ignored him. “But if you just wear guy clothes, you’ll never enjoy the feeling of wearing a skirt on a warm day, or just sitting in the sun in a sundress.”

I shook my head. “I think I should stay away from skirts.”

“Why?”

“The succubus in my head that would love the chance to make me drop my panties around a well-built guy.”

You say that like I want you to go around naked with a sign pointed saying ‘Fuck me harder’ all the time.

Are you saying you don’t want to have sex with well-built boys?

Ugh! Why do you have to have a point?

I added, “Pants make that substantially harder for her.”

“Yeah, but when you need to hurry to the bathroom, skirts are a great help. You won’t have to fumble around with a belt and a zipper.” Allie made a motion and suddenly her wand/staff was in her hands, and a bright light appeared above her head. The light traveled down her body, making her clothes disappear, and then a second light appeared above her and followed the path of the first, only this time it was giving her the schoolgirl outfit she’d had on when she got home. It was over in a few seconds. “And the leg freedom is nice, too.”

I sighed. “Can I wear pants under a skirt?”

She rolled her eyes. “You can, but why would you?”

“So that I can avoid dropping my panties in front of boys!”

Mom patted me on the head. “You can wear pants under a skirt if you want to. Don’t let your sister try to make you do something you don’t want to do.” She picked up the laundry basket and walked to the doorway. “I’d suggest tights, though. They look better under a skirt.” She closed the door behind her, then opened it again and tossed Allie a box of darts. “You’re gonna need those.” Then the door was closed again.

I sighed. “Okay, I’ll try a skirt at some point, but I’m not letting Eve have a shot at tempting any boys into getting me pregnant.”

Oh, like you wouldn’t make a great mom.

So help me, I will find a way to hurt you.

“Awesome!” Allie squealed. “I’mma go get one right now, you can try it on. We’re about the same size, except for the boobs.” She almost literally flew out the door (and then the idea that Allie might actually be capable of flying out the door occurred tome…), and closed it behind her.

Terry laughed. “Dude, your sister is cooler now that I know she’s Sailor Hartford.”

“I should probably be scared that she’s bringing skirts in here for me to try on. Especially around you.”

“You’ll be fine. Your sister’ll probably kick me out of the room or throw a dart at my dick, or something.” He grabbed the box of darts and pulled a couple out. “Besides, I think you’re hot, but I don’t wanna, y’know, come off as rapey, or anything.”

I sat down on my bed. “Thanks, Terry. You really are a big help in all this.”

He smiled that adorable smile again. “No problem.” He threw a dart. “I’ve gotta ask, though, are you gonna keep going by Mike? No offense, but you don’t really look like a Mike anymore.”

“Mike can be short for Michelle, y’know.”

“I know, but… I dunno, it just seems wrong for you now.”

“So what seems right?”

“Don’t ask me, I’m gonna keep callin’ you Mike.”

“Then why even bring it up?”

“You’re gonna need a new name for school.”

I sighed. “And you don’t have any suggestions?”

Allie walked back in the room, an armful of more than just skirts in her arms. “What’s going on?”

“Terry thinks I need a new name.”

“Because she does,” Terry added, throwing another dart.

“What’s wrong with Mike?” Allie asked.

“It’s not a girl name.”

“And yet he’s gonna keep calling me that regardless,” I said, giggling.

“Are you gonna give yourself a new name?” Allie sat down on the bed beside me.

I shrugged. “I dunno. I haven’t really thought about it. What would be a good name?”

She scratched at her chin. “Hmmm… It would have to be something that goes well with Mike…”

“Mikaela,” Terry said, punctuated by yet another dart hitting the board.

“I kinda like that, actually,” I said.

“Then Mikaela it is, little sis.” That was followed by a hug.

And here you'll be caught up with TG Storytime. Much like The Curse 2, I'm hard at work on the next chapter, so hopefully soon.

Fair warning: There is a semi-attempted rape scene. Because of how this story works, I've tried to make it read funny, but I in no way believe rape to be funny, nor do I condone it.

~o~O~o~

I couldn’t believe that I was actually liking wearing sandals. I hated them when I was a guy, but thanks to Eve’s influence, I was actually starting to like them. Of course her fashion sense would start to affect me. Luckily, I’d managed to stop her from making me wear skirts or tube tops (though the idea of a tube top was kind of interesting, if only because I wanted to see how the damn thing would stay on me). It was warm out, so I’d decided on shorts just so that I didn’t bake in my jeans. Cargo shorts looked weird when you had wider hips than the last time you wore them. Finally, I pulled on a tank top that I’d honestly thought I’d thrown out years ago. Plenty more cleavage than the shirt was designed for, but at least it was comfortable.

I messed with my hair a little bit. If I was still a guy, I’d love to find this girl and ask her out on a date. Allie hadn’t taught me how to use makeup yet (mainly because I’d been avoiding it), so I wasn’t wearing any, but that didn’t detract from the image at all, though that was likely a part of being the host for a succubus. I couldn’t get over just how much I’d changed, even though I still looked overall like a female version of myself.

There was a knock on the door. “Come in,” I said. Who could it be? I wasn’t doing anything in particular today, so whoever it was they were surprising me. At least I was wearing clothes, this time.

Terry walked into the room, a smile on his face.

“Oh, hey, Terry.”

He surprised me by not actually saying anything, but instead wrapping his arm around my waist and pulling me close to him. I felt myself blush, and then the warmth traveled from my cheeks down my body. What was this I was feeling? Why had he kissed me. I opened my mouth to ask him, but he pressed a finger to my lips. “Shhhh,” was the only sound he made before he put his mouth to mine again.

I felt a hand unzip my shorts. I couldn’t tell if it was his or mine, and I honestly didn’t care. Another hand reached under my shirt and gripped at my left boob. I almost bit my tongue as a finger invaded my panties and found its way inside me. Or, maybe it was his tongue I almost bit. We were kinda intertwined at that point, and I actually couldn’t tell where one tongue ended and the other began.

I figured out that his hand was the one in my panties when both of mine joined him, and I pulled his hand out only to wiggle my shorts off my hips and pull my panties down with them. I pulled my shirt and bra off as well and began working on his clothes. The heat was spreading throughout my body and I honestly couldn’t wait to satisfy it. I knelt down in front of him and began to work on his shaft with my hands. Was I just naturally this good at giving a guy a handjob or was this Eve’s influence on my skills since she was sorta born for this thing? Either way, I was having the effect I wanted on Terry’s dick, and it was only getting me hotter and wetter.

I then started on him with my lips, and the feel of his cock filling up my mouth was almost intoxicating. I had to have more of him in my mouth, but I didn’t want to accidentally bite him. I used my tongue to encircle his dick, and that just made him harder, which was wonderful. Soon, I barely had enough room in my mouth to take anymore of him in. Terry was bigger than I’d ever given him credit for.

I let him slip from my mouth, he was still rock hard, so I pushed him onto the bed and knelt down in front of him again. This time, I slipped his dick between my boobs and started rubbing them all over his saliva covered cock. Somehow, someway, I was getting him harder. Either I suddenly had some magical ability to make cocks bigger than they used to be, or Terry was hiding a monster in his pants every day.

The heat was growing again, and I needed more than just to titfuck him. I looked at that delicious dick again and realized there was a pair of lips that hadn’t sampled him yet, and they were just as hungry as my mouth was. It was time to satisfy that urge. I stood and pushed him so that he was laying flat on his back. He was smiling, he was ready. Now I needed to take the ultimate plunge.

So I did.

I lowered myself onto him, and the second his cock came into contact with my pussy, lightning shot through my body. My nipples had already been hard, but now they were starting to ache. I reached up and started to play with my nipples, and then my hands were joined by Terry’s. I let go of my boobs and then I had all of his dick inside me. I nearly screamed, and that only seemed to make him harder.

His hands on my tits, his dick in my pussy, his fingers playing with my nipples… All of it contributed to the one thing I would have never been able to feel when I was a guy.

Terry came. I came.

***

And then I woke up.

I was breathing heavily, sweating up a storm. I had one hand in my panties and the other on my right boob. I slowly removed the hand from my panties and groaned when I realized that I’d actually climaxed in my sleep. I fell flat on my back and sighed. Am I gonna havta deal with this every night? I asked Eve.

I… um… Have no idea.

“What the hell do you mean you have no idea?”

She manifested herself beside me. “That was all you, Mikey. I just laid there and enjoyed it.” She reached in her own panties. “You have way steamier wet dreams than I do.”

“That… No, I don’t believe that at all. That couldn’t have been me. I don’t wanna fuck Terry!” I got up and walked over to my dresser. “I mean… I don’t think I want to, do I?”

She shook her head. “That’s up to you. I mean, he’s not the hottest guy I’ve met, but he’s probably decent boyfriend material.”

“No, nonononono, I am not dating him!” I swear, I sounded exactly like every teenage girl in a movie who was denying the idea of dating the guy who ends up being her soulmate. Oh, shit, those rom-coms were already starting to affect me. I wanted to tear out my hair now.

Eve sat up. “Look, judging by that dream, I you’re not physically attracted to Terry.”

I laughed. “Um, what? In order, I gave him a handjob, a blowjob, a titfuck and then he got the pussy. How, exactly, was that not physical attraction?”

She rolled her eyes. “Well, it’s not just physical attraction. He did start that off by kissing you before he started fingering you.”

“Yeah, and then I was kissing more than just his lips.”

“Yes, as a matter of fact you were, but my point is that you imagined Terry sweeping you off your feet, not just senseless fucking. I’m not saying Terry’s the guy you’re gonna grow old with or anything, just that he might be a decent first try at the whole dating boys thing.”

I shook my head. “No. No way. I don’t want to think about that.”

“Well, ya might want to. Soon, I mean. The more you get acclimated to an emotional relationship with a guy, the faster we both get over the physical need to have sex.”

I sighed. “Did any of your past hosts have dreams like that?”

She shook her head. “No. I have, but only when I don’t have a host.”

“Great.”

“Mike… Mikaela, it’s not a big deal if you have dreams about a guy.”

“It is when I’m having sex with one.”

“No, it’s not.”

“How can you say that?” How could I ask that? I was talking to a succubus. “I could count on one hand the amount of wet dreams I had before you showed up, and none of them were anything more than simple fondling!”

“Pffft. You call that a wet dream? Please, that’s just dreaming about getting to first base.”

“Fondling is third base.”

“For humans maybe. For me, third base is anal.”

“What’s home?”

“Three guys at once.”

“You haven’t done that, have you?”

“Seven times.”

“How…” I looked down at my own body. “How do you do that?”

“You lie down on one guy, the second kneels down in front of your face and the third does you doggy style.”

I sighed. Why’d I have to ask? I knew she’d answer the question, why did I have to ask?!

“Because you were curious and want to experience it?”

Of course I forgot that she could hear my thoughts. I was turning out to be an airhead.

“No you’re not, you’re just funny.”

“Stop.”

“Fine.”

I sighed for probably the umpteenth time since waking up. “Okay, let’s get back to sleep, and hopefully I don’t have anymore dreams about Terry being delicious.” After a second, I realized what I had just said. “Don’t you dare say anything about that.”

She held up her hands in a surrender pose. “Nothing. I say nothing.”

“Good.” I plopped back down on my bed and then laid my head down on my pillow. “Go back to sleep, Eve.”

***

I was certain I was dreaming now. You don’t wake up in the middle of a giant black room in real life unless somebody kidnaps you, and considering there was a magical girl sleeping in the room across the hall from me, the odds that I had been kidnapped were very slim. I walked around the giant black room and nothing happened. Nothing at all. My footsteps weren’t even making sound, despite the fact that I was walking on what felt like a marble floor.

“Hey,” someone said. I looked around and saw someone standing at the other end of the room. Honestly, the fact that I’d heard him was astounding, because he hadn’t spoken any louder than a basic speaking voice, and there hadn’t been an echo. He was waving to me.

I ran over to him and nearly skidded to a stop when I saw who it was. The only good thing about this was that it wasn’t Terry. “Whuh…”

I stood in front of me. Not Eve, not another current me, but the old me. Mike the male me, not Mikaela the female me. He had a nervous grin on his face, so I could tell this was just as awkward to him as it was to me. Okay, maybe not as awkward. I was freaking out, and he was smiling.

That was when I realized that I hadn’t been a bad looking guy.

I shook my head violently. I didn’t want to think about my past self like that. I tried to run the image out of my head and turned away from him. “What the hell are you doing here?” I asked him.

“I dunno. This is kinda a weird situation, y’know?”

“No shit.”

“Why are you looking away from me?”

I tilted my head a little toward him. “I’m looking at myself, a myself that’s still male, while I’m standing here with tits bigger than Mom and Allie put together. Oh, and let’s not forget the fact that my brain is starting to make me think of boys sexually - and Terry in particular at the moment!”

He shrugged. “I can’t exactly take any of that away. This is kinda the shit we’re in now, y’know?”

I turned toward him. “Yeah, but what are you actually trying to do? Does the fact that guys are attractive to me even matter to you? Does the fact that our life will never be the same mean anything?”

He nodded. “It means a lot to me, but the problem is that it means something to you.”

“What the hell are you talking about?!”

He grabbed my shoulders. “Mikaela, you need to let Mikaela out to play.”

I was pretty sure I had a look of pure shock on my face. “Isn’t this the kind of dream I should be having near the end of the series, assuming my life were an anime?”

“Yeah, probably. Honestly I’m just throwing shit out there and see what sticks.”

I rolled my eyes. “So what is the point of this dream?”

He shrugged. “I dunno. I think it’s just for us to talk.”

“Just so long as we’re not fucking.”

Terry’s hand was suddenly holding mine. “Yeah, because that’s my job.”

“When the hell did you get here?!” I screeched. Good lord, my voice could get high pitched. And this was just my dream voice.

He kissed me on the lips and then pulled away. “Well, you mentioned me, and I was kinda lonely.” He lowered his head to my boobs. “Besides, last time was mostly you, this time I’ll take care of things.”

Terry’s tongue came in contact with my nipple and lightning shot through my body. I felt wetness downstairs, and then his tongue moved faster, encircling my nipple and sucking all at the same time. Was this what it had felt like on his end when I’d sucked his dick? Jesus Christ, that was exhilarating.

His mouth moved from one nipple to the other, and then back again. He split his time between them, so both were in a constant state of teasing. Eventually, his lips left my tits and traveled down my body, past my belly button and into my pubic hair. His tongue found that one place I didn’t like to think about and slipped inside, adding his saliva to the other juices that were down there. I clamped a hand over my mouth to stop from screaming, it felt so good.

Wait… That wasn’t my hand, and it wasn’t on my mouth…

***

“Mike!” Allie screamed. Well, sorta just said loudly, but it sounded like a scream to me. I swatted her away with my hands, but that didn’t mean anything. “Seriously, stop hitting me,” she said, grabbing my wrists. “I think you can calm down now.”

I groaned. “What was I doing?”

“Um, nothing. Mom just had me wake you because it’s time for breakfast.” She smirked. “Why? Were you doing something?”

I sat up. “Don’t make me think about it. I had… Fucked up dreams.” I yawned. “Can you toss me a shirt?”

She had one in hand, I saw. “You should really wear something up top to bed. A shirt or a nightie, at least.”

“Why? Now there’s just girls in the house, what’s it matter?”

“Hey, I bring boyfriends home sometimes. What am I supposed to tell them when my little sister is walking around topless?”

“Why would your boyfriends be in my room when I’m sleeping? I don’t exactly wanna walk around the whole house without a shirt on.” I pulled the shirt on. “Okay, I’ve been female for exactly a day, are you criticising me for not having a boyfriend when I’ve only liked boys for twenty-four hours?”

She shrugged. “Not really. I’m just teasing you.” She walked over to the door. “Waffles for breakfast.”

I got off my bed, pulled my dresser drawer open and pulled on a pair of shorts that didn’t quite fit. Before closing the drawer, I spotted my small stack of porn magazines and laughed. You didn’t actually look anywhere, did you? I asked Eve.

Okay, I have to admit, dressers are my blindspot.

Why

Taking clothes off is my specialty, not putting them on.

I sighed. And you thought I didn’t have porn. I pulled the magazines out and tossed them in the waste basket beside the dresser. Now, you’re right.

If I thought it looked weird for Allie to be dressed like a Japanese schoolgirl, it looked downright ridiculous on me. Granted, I was just wearing a blouse and a plaid skirt, not the whole get-up that Allie had worn, and my clothes weren’t magical like hers, but I still looked completely ridiculous.

It wasn’t helped by the fact that the blouse Allie picked was too small.

With the top couple buttons undone, I was damn near spilling out of the thing. Hell, if I was braless, one stray thought (or one accident from Eve) and my nipples would probably tear holes in it.

Boy, was I happy Terry wasn’t here to see me. For a couple reasons, actually.

The skirt wasn’t as annoying as I was worried it would be. The leg freedom was actually pretty nice. It was a little odd at first, but not uncomfortably so. Allie gave me instructions on sitting and walking in a skirt, always focusing on things that would help me keep what little modesty that Eve would allow.

The entire time, I heard Eve’s voice in my head, doing her best to keep her thoughts to herself, and not exactly succeeding. She apologized each time, but it wasn’t helping that much. I just had to learn to drown out those thoughts, but that wasn’t easy.

“Okay, I think we’re done with skirts,” Allie said, a devilish look on her face.

I put the pieces together. “You are not getting me in a dress.”

“Yep.”

“No.”

“It’s just a piece of clothing, it’s not gonna kill you.” She pointed at the skirts she’d must had me wearing, all seven of them. “It’ll be no different from wearing those.”

“Why should I wear a dress?”

“What kind of stupid question is that? You’re probably gonna have a boyfriend some day, he’ll want to take you somewhere special, you’ll need a dress. It’s pretty simple. Plus prom. And graduation.”

“Why are you treating it like a certainty I’m gonna have a date by prom night?”

She laughed. “Please, the amount of boys that are gonna be going after you is probably gonna number higher than you’d think.”

She’s probably right, Eve said.

“Shut up,” I said, then mentally added, the both of you. “If I have a boyfriend at prom time, he’ll just have to accept a skirt and something up top.”

Allie giggled. “At least you’ll be wearing something up top.”

“That is not something I wanna hear.”

“Okay, I’ll stop teasing. Can you just please try a dress on this once? I’m never gonna force you to do it again.”

I shook my head. “Not now. Maybe, someday, I’ll be ready to try that, but that day is not today. Understand?”

For a minute or two, we just sat there looking at one another, not saying anything. The silence was actually kinda painful, because neither of us was doing anything. I’d never had such a biting awkward silence that lasted so little time.

And then Eve broke the silence (for me anyway) by saying, Every time it’s this quiet, I masturbate just to hear noise.

“You promise me?” Allie asked.

“I am not going to masturbate just to make noise!” I shouted. Out loud. The look on Allie’s face would be priceless if I wasn’t so goddamned embarrassed. I hadn’t meant to say that to her, why had I? Was I that angry at Eve that I forgot which voice to use? Granted, I’d only had somebody in my head to talk to for a day, so maybe I just wasn’t as used to this as I should have been.

That was the funniest outburst ever.

No it wasn’t, and it was directed at you, not her.

That doesn’t change anything.

I wanted to hit her so much.

“Did you mean to say that to Eve?” Allie asked.

I nodded. “I just… It wasn’t…”

She shook her head. “No worries.” She picked up all the clothes she brought in. “You tell me when it is you wanna try on a dress. But... You’ve gotta make sure I’m the first one you ask, understand? No going around my back and asking Mom.”

I nodded again. “Believe me, I’m never asking Mom.”

She smiled. “Good. I’m enjoying having a little sister to give some clothes to.”

“Even if said little sister is…” I looked down at The Boobs(™). “A lot more developed?”

“That’s not a problem for me. Just your shirts.”

I pulled the blouse and skirt off and tossed them at her. Either she’d forgotten them, or left them on purpose just to keep me wearing them. I reached into a dresser drawer and pulled out a pair of shorts and a tee shirt. Comfort clothes.

So, what’s today? Eve asked.

Whaddya mean?

What are we doing today? Y’know, since it’s not Terry.

I rolled my eyes. What’s it matter?

Not even a trip to the arcade? Don’t boys like to do that?

Girls do too.

Yeah, but you’d be going to see the boys, not the girls.

You came to me. You wanted to change. You didn’t want to be a horny sex demon for the rest of your life. And now you want to go somewhere you’d be tempted to have tons of sex?

Can I at least hope you’ll meet a guy you can actually make an emotional connection to?

This is an excuse to get me to the mall, isn’t it?

I’m just that transparent, aren’t I?

You are. Very much so.

***

“I am the wrong person to take to the mall,” Terry said, tossing a rolled up shirt into the makeshift basketball hoop hanging off his closet door. I was doing my best to avoid looking at his bare chest, which wasn’t all that easy. Never did I think girls found male chests as exciting as guys did boobs. “Can’t you take Allie or somebody else? Or just go alone?”

I shook my head. “Allie would just be trying to get me to clothes stores, and nobody else knows and I don’t want to tell them. That leaves you by process of elimination.”

“Isn’t the succubus in your head gonna make you go to clothes stores anyway?”

You must buy cloooooothes… You must buy clooooooooooothes… You must buy cloooooooooooothes…

A cotton swab could probably hurt you, don’t tempt me. “Not at all.”

He sat up and swept a hand through his hair. “What exactly would we be doing?”

“Probably seeing if I can still kick your ass on skeeball with a lowered center of gravity.”

He got up and patted my shoulders. “I would call that a challenge, and it… Is… Accepted.”

I smirked. “I knew it would be easy to get you to come.”

He frowned. “You played me.”

I acted seductively (quite well, I might add; then again, my body was made for sex, despite the fact that I didn’t want sex) and rubbed my finger on his chest. “It’s so easy for girls, y’know.”

He smacked me in the back of the head, making me giggle.

***

“Jurassic World is playing, wanna see it?” I asked, leaning against the poster framed on the wall. We hadn’t actually done anything, aside from spend some money at the arcade and stop off at the bookstore, then we made our way to the food court. When I say ‘spend some money’, I mean mine. Terry rarely ever had money, and this was no exception. It was no big deal, it was just a little funny that the girl was paying for the guy’s food.

“Why are they showing a movie from last year?” Terry tossed his soda cup in the trash beside the table he was still sitting at. “Why is it this town can’t get anything new?”

I took a sip of my own soda. Apparently, that whole ‘girls should drink diet sodas’ thing was bullshit, because my regular Mountain Dew didn’t taste too sweet for me. Of course, that hadn’t stopped Eve from insisting that I get a diet Dew just so that I could ‘keep my figure’. Yeah, like she hadn’t altered my body chemistry to stop me from gaining weight or anything. Hell, I was certain I’d probably look sixteen for a good portion of my life.

I caught sight of a different poster. “What about this one?” Re:Genesis was the title, a movie I’d never heard of. I pulled my phone out of my pocket and looked it up. “Looks like it’s a zombie movie about a guy who becomes the virus and possesses the girl he has a crush on. Guess it’s set on a space station.”

“A TG sci-fi zombie movie?”

“Looks like it.”

“Anybody got a good word about it?”

I scrolled down, clicked on the Internet Movie Database link. “Uh, eight point six stars, it looks like. I I’m seeing more positive reviews than negative.”

Terry shrugged. “What the hell, let’s go see it.” He pulled his wallet out of his pocket. “You paid for lunch, I’ll get the movie.”

“Wait, you have money?”

He looked to the left, then the right, then down at the wallet in his hand. “Now that you mention it, I don’t seem to have any money in my wallet.”

“No, nononono, you get to pay for the movie. It’ll probably be the first time you took a girl to a movie in your life.”

He sighed. “Fine, I’ll pay. But it is not the first time I took a girl to the movies.”

***

“We apologize,” the usher said as everyone walked into the theater, “the air conditioning in the theaters isn’t working right now. We’ve tried to help keep it cool in here by having these temporary ceiling fans installed, but as you can feel, it’s not helping that much.”

He wasn’t kidding. My shirt was pretty much a second skin right now, and the looks I was getting from most of the guys (Terry included) made it pretty obvious that they were enjoying me covered in sweat. I was suddenly well aware of how natural born girls felt when guys stare at them. The worst part being that I was staring at some of the guys, too. Of course, I had little help against the urges brought upon me by the succubus living in my head. These guys had more control than I did, they could stop staring.

Terry and I usually sat in the back of the theater whenever we saw movies, but I was not gonna go back there. The back of the theater was also the usual make out or handjob location, and I wasn’t gonna give Eve any chances to tempt me into doing anything sexual with Terry.

Then again, Eve had very little shame, and she might even try to get me to fuck him right in front of everybody.

Oh, please, bedrooms are way better than movie theaters. Not that I haven’t fucked a guy in a movie theater, but still.

This doesn’t put me at ease.

Are you saying you wouldn’t enjoy giving Terry a handjob right now? Because I can almost guarantee that you would.

Only because you’d make me enjoy it.

That’s not at all important to the proceedings.

I rolled my eyes. Of course she’d be campaigning for that. I shouldn’t have even gotten into that argument. I plopped down in a seat and instantly started munching on some popcorn as we waited for the pre-film trailers to start playing. Granted, this was a movie from a year and a half ago that, while well-received, didn’t do enough to warrant even a DVD release, so for all I knew, there wouldn’t be trailers.

“Now that we’ve spent the money on the tickets, the popcorn and the drinks, are we sure this movie is gonna be good?” Terry asked, reaching into my popcorn bucket and grabbing a handful. “I mean, what if it’s another Phantom Menace?”

I laughed. “We weren’t even born when that came out. And I seem to remember you liking it.”

He acted like he’d just been shot in the gut. “I’m wounded. You wound me, dear lady.”

I poked him in the (surprisingly firm) chest. “Don’t call me that. And that doesn’t change anything.”

“I was young then.”

I stuffed some popcorn into my mouth. “You were five.”

“Didn’t you like it, too?”

“I didn’t say I didn’t.”

The lights started to dim, which generally meant the previews and/or movie were about to start. I looked down at the popcorn bucket and saw that apparently we’d already eaten most of it. I groaned, then stood up and walked out of the theater back to the lobby. I asked for a refill at the concession stand and then realized that I really needed to pee.

“Can you hold that until I get back?” I asked the clerk at the stand. She nodded.

The lack of air conditioning was still getting to me, especially in the cramped confines of a Ladies Room, which apparently needed seven stalls. If movies and TV were to be believed, teenage girls mostly used the restroom to talk and put on their makeup and older women typically used the restroom to… Well, talk and put on their makeup. I won’t lie, most of the time on movies and TV, females didn’t actually use the restroom for restroom purposes. Actually seeing a restroom empty with several semi-dirty stalls was weird.

I fanned my hand at my face to drive some of the sweat away and cool myself somewhat. It wasn’t exactly working. I sighed, and grabbed some toilet paper to wipe at my nether region. Wiping after I pee was probably the strangest difference in bathroom habits between guys and girls. Not strange in a ‘Why do girls do that?’ sort of way, just strange in a ‘I have to do that now…’ way.

I heard the door to the restroom open. Great. This could get awkward if whoever it was saw I was covered in sweat. Then again, she’d probably be sweaty, too. It’s not like the heat was concentrated on me. Now I was worrying about nothing, I was an idiot.

I pulled my panties and shorts up and walked out of the stall to find that the woman who’d walked into the restroom was a man. An usher, in fact. He had a flashlight in his hand, for whatever reason, but I had a feeling it had something to do with his job getting people who didn’t have tickets out of the theater.

“Hi?” I said, confused. I raised a hand to wave at him.

He was sniffing, for some reason. Did Ladies Rooms smell different than he expected, or something? (Granted, I was surprised by the difference in smell.) “Wow, do you smell that?” he asked.

I sniffed. “Um… No.”

He got closer to me. “Oh, it’s your perfume.” He kept sniffing me. “It smells interesting. Kinda good, actually.”

I backed away from him. “I’m not wearing perfume,” I said.

He got closer again. “You’ve gotta be, I can smell it.”

That’s not perfume he’s smelling, Eve said.

What is it?

Oh, did I forget to mention that? When you sweat, you excrete pheromones that make guys horny. Really horny. Like, they’ll wanna rip off your clothes and fuck you wherever you are kind of horny.

Why don’t I ever know about these things?!

I forget things.

The usher came even closer and was actually sniffing my chest. I backed away from him, but hit a wall. He was literally between me and the door, and he was quite a bit bigger than I was. Not semi-muscular like Terry, either, this guy was fat.

You should totally dump this guy. Fatties have tiny dicks.

You are not helping!

I put on a nervous smile. “Can I get back to the theater now? I sorta left some popcorn out at the concession stand.”

“You’re… So beautiful…”

“That’s really flattering and everything, but I kinda have a boyfriend and I wanna get back to the movie.”

“Beautiful…”

Oh, crap, Eve said, he’s going full-on fuck zombie.

I don’t know what you’re talking about and it’s probably something I should know.

This happens when your pheromones get too strong. You should get back to Terry.

Are these gonna screw him up, too?!

I hope not.

You don’t know?!?!

Nope.

“Beautiful…” He reached for me and grabbed the collar of my shirt. For a fatass, he was surprisingly capable of tearing clothes. I suddenly had a ripped shirt open enough for everybody to see my cleavage, which was of course covered in shimmering sweat. “Beautiful…”

I pushed him off of me and knocked him onto the floor. “Seriously, gotta get to that boyfriend, bye!”

I rushed out of the restroom and grabbed the popcorn on my way back to the theater. The girl at the concession stand gave me a weird look as I passed her, but then just shrugged and got back to reading whatever magazine she had with her. I got back into the theater and made my way to where Terry and I were sitting. He gave me a weird look.

“What the hell happened to you?”

“I was accosted by a fat usher that I left in the restroom.” I stuffed some popcorn into my mouth. Surprisingly, the previews had yet to finish. I shot him a glare. “Don’t you even consider sniffing me.”

He grabbed a handful of popcorn. “Why would I sniff you?”

“Just don’t.” I took a drink of my soda. “Ever.”

“What happened to your shirt?”

“Nothing, don’t think about it.”

He shrugged. “Whatever.” He grabbed more popcorn. “You missed a trailer for the newest DC movie.”

Coming out of the theater, we were stopped by one of Terry’s friends, Ethan Brown. Naturally, he looked me over before he actually told us what he was there to tell us, focusing mostly on The Boobs(™). I figured it was the combination of being forcibly turned into a girl, Eve’s voice in my head telling me to let him squeeze me and the pheromones I was probably still giving off that caused me to get very annoyed by the fact that he was staring at The Boobs(™).

Okay, for the most part, it was just the fact that Eve was telling me to let him squeeze me. I hadn’t been a girl long enough to have adequately worked into the habit of telling boys that my eyes were higher up than they were looking.

I sighed and just turned so that he wouldn’t be staring at my cleavage.

“What’s goin’ on?” Terry asked, stepping between me and Ethan. Never have I been more grateful to him.

“Uh, yeah.” Ethan looked like he had snapped out of confusion and shook his head, then focused on what he’d shown up for. “You here for the competition?”

“What?”

“The cosplay convention. It’s going on in the auditorium in the east wing of the mall.”

Terry looked surprised, and I was just as surprised. Terry loved cosplaying, and he usually kept up on conventions and the like. He even sewed his own costumes sometimes. He usually dragged me along, meaning I generally had to have a costume, too. That was typically annoying, but I don’t ever recall having a bad time.

Oh, shit, now I’d have to wear something hot.

“Was that today?” Terry asked.

“Yeah. The best costume competition is still a couple hours from now, so you’ve got plenty of time to get back to your house and grab one.” And with that (and yet another pervy look), Ethan was gone, off to the east wing, where he was probably gonna be checking out all the girls at the competition. If I was lucky, most of the “girls” he would be checking out were really guys in Wonder Woman and Slave Leia costumes. There were some people who took cosplaying a little too far.

I shivered a little. “Did he have to stare at my boobs?”

“Is there a reason not to?” Terry smiled as he asked that. If not for the fact that Eve’s voice in my head was telling me to fuck him, I’d punch him in the face. Okay, it wasn’t just Eve’s voice in my head, he was kinda the only friend I had that knew about me, but still. There are plenty of reasons not to stare at my tits.

“Are you wanting to go to that competition?”

He rubbed at the back of his neck. “I don’t have anything new. I’d either havta go with an old costume or buy something new.”

“Whaddya have that you haven’t used yet?”

He scratched his chin in thought. “Hmmm… I might just have something.”

I knew he would. “And whaddya got for me?”

He looked surprised. “What? You wanna go? There’s gonna be a lot of guys staring at you.”

I rolled my eyes. “Like you weren’t gonna expect me to come anyway. Name one convention you’ve gone to without me.”

He smiled, but it wasn’t his usual jerkass smirk. He was actually glad I was coming along, like he really hadn’t expected it. Had he actually been concerned about asking me to cosplay as a girl?

“But if I’m gonna go with what I’m thinking of, we need to get you some new clothes.”

I pointed at my ripped shirt. “I can’t just go as the near-rape victim I actually am?”

He shook his head. “Not gonna work.”

“Are you gonna pay for the clothes?”

Now it was the usual jerkass smirk. “Hey, you made me pay for the movie, I think you should pay for your clothes. But don’t worry, I pick out stuff that’s pretty cheap.”

I sighed. I shoulda known that was gonna happen.

Eve laughed. I knew I’d get you to try on clothes today.

***

“I don’t think you quite understand how difficult it is for me to get my ass in these shorts,” I said as I did my damnedest to get my ass in the shorts. How did girls do this on a daily basis?! After finally getting them on and pulling the for-whatever-reason attached suspenders up over my shoulders, I sighed. Getting short shorts on was going to have to be something I got used to. Kind of like the voice in my head continually telling me to let Terry into the changing room so I could give him a handjob.

I stepped out of the changing room and Terry stood there, looking me over with a critical - and somehow not perverted - eye, as if he was appraising me. Granted, that could still mean he was checking me out. He seemed to be accepting of what he saw, and nodded his head. “Good. Now you need a new shirt.”

I pointed at the torn front of my shirt. “This isn’t good enough?”

He ruffled my hair. “No.” He then poked at my hair for a minute. “Oh, yeah, we’re gonna havta do something about your hair.”

Wow, he is the pushiest boyfriend I’ve ever had, Eve said. I could hear annoyance in her voice.

A: He’s not your boyfriend. B: He’s not my boyfriend. C: Stop that. And D: He’s not my boyfriend.

You know you said that he’s not your boyfriend twice, right?

I am aware of this, yes.

Why?

Because it would be like you to call him my boyfriend.

By technicality, he is.

That is not at all the point.

Well, he’s a boy and he’s your friend. He’s kinda the only one who knows your situation, and you have at least some attraction to him. I’m not gonna lie, if he ends up the guy you start getting emotionally attracted to, I wouldn’t be surprised or offended.

If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were falling in love with him.

He is a damn nice thing to look at, okay?!

I mentally shoved Eve aside. “Okay, so a new shirt and a different hairstyle. What else?”

He scratched at his chin. “There is one other thing we could do, but I won’t consider it until you’re all ready.”

I was worried about that.

***

I looked stupid with my hair in a knot on the side of my head, wearing a yellow tank top and short shorts with suspenders, but I was finally getting what Terry was doing. Why he wanted to go as Ash and Misty from Pokemon, I didn’t know, but at least he picked somebody who wasn’t dressed like a sex object.

Then again, Misty had an awful lot of DeviantArt porn…

“So, wait, why do you have an Ash Ketchum costume at home?” I asked, tugging my top down to try and cover more of my belly than the shirt was meant to cover. “Were you planning on asking me to go as Misty at some point?”

Terry shook his head. “I had a Brock costume for you, I was gonna ask Mindy if she would go as Misty, but then she left so I figured it’d just be us as Ash and Brock, and we just wouldn’t have a Misty.” He looked me over from head to toe. “So I didn’t put any work into the Misty costume since nobody was gonna wear it.”

I played with the suspenders for a second. “I guess it’s a good thing Misty’s outfit can pretty much be bought at any store.”

“No kiddin’,” he said, smiling. “And you look nice dressed like her.”

I don’t know who this Ash person is, but I hope he’s wearing a loincloth, Eve said.

Do you not watch anime?

I do, but… Y’know… I mostly go for the yaoi.

Why am I not surprised about that?

Because we’re getting to be very good roommates and you have an intimate knowledge of everything I like. Which is mostly cocks.

Why do I put up with you?

Because we’re getting to be pretty good roommates and you care about me and would like to start getting into some of my interests once in awhile. Which is -

So help me, if you say ‘mostly cocks’, I’ll beat the shit out of you.

“Mike?” Terry was giving me a funny look. “You okay?”

I sighed. “Let’s just get back to your house, get your Ash costume and get back here.”

***

“I will kill you for what you’ve done,” I said, glaring at Terry.

“What?”

I pointed to the outrageous bulge in his pants. “You picked the tightest jeans possible for that costume, didn’t you?”

“It’s not my fault they fucking shrank in the wash!”

I groaned. It really wasn’t his fault, but I needed somebody to blame, and it was him. Because now any time he had a hard on, I’d be forced to see it because of fucking Eve. Of course, she was happy his pants were so tight, but I just wanted to avoid looking at his junk. And it was very difficult not to look at his junk.

Aside from the tight jeans, his Ash costume was pretty damn good. Very accurate, more so than the plain clothes I was wearing that just happened to be the exact things Misty wears. Terry was really good with his costumes, after all. I remembered really good Sauron costume he made once, real metal and everything. It was cumbersome as fuck to walk around in, but I managed it. He’d gone as the Gondor king that Sauron had killed.

I turned away from him and said, “Let’s just get to the convention hall. I wanna see how many other people decided to go as Ash and Misty. And how many actually have a girl as Misty.” Words could not describe the amount of fat guys I’ve seen in Misty costumes.

He grabbed me by the wrist and turned me back around. “I just… Y’know, before we go…”

Oh, please don’t tell me you wanna kiss me, I thought.

Oh, please tell me you wanna blowjob, Eve thought.

“Can you… Um… There’s a con in a couple weeks, do you mind going as Quiet from Metal Gear Solid?”

Thank God he wasn’t asking what I didn’t want him to ask. “I am not gonna wear a bikini and fishnet stockings.”

He groaned. “C’mon, you’d look insanely hot in dressed like Quiet.”

“You’re aware I’m only a girl because a succubus stole my body in an attempt to stop having sex, right? I don’t want to wear stuff like that!”

“Yes, Mike, I’m very aware of your situation, but denying how hot you are isn’t good for your psyche.”

I rolled my eyes. He was obviously trying to make me feel at ease about the convention, but it wasn’t working. “Just stop, okay? I’m relaxed, just stop trying to lighten the mood. The mood’s light enough.”

He sighed. “Fine. I was just hoping that appealing to Eve would make you loosen up a little.”

He’s trying to loosen the wrong thing, Eve said.

Can I make a bet with you? The rest of the day without sexual innuendos, and I’ll let him fondle me.

I don’t… I… THAT’S NOT FAIR!

“Are you still here?” Terry asked.

“Just making a bet with Eve. Everything you say gets her speaking in innuendo.”

“Does that have anything to do with me wanting you to dress sexy?”

“Partially. She’s encouraging it.”

“What’s she get if she stops making innuendos?”

“You’ll find out.”

He shrugged. “Fine. Let’s go.”

***

The convention hall was pretty much wall to wall people wearing all manner of anime, video game and comic book costumes. I saw Bayonetta, a Gundam, Solid Snake, Totoro, some guy from Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure, Supergirl, Batman, Nightwing, Wolverine, Professor Xavier (complete with wheelchair and shaved head), and even Optimus Prime.

The sheer amount of people was impressive, considering the convention hall at the mall was only a little bit bigger than the auditorium at the high school, which wasn’t too big. I’d been to a few cosplay cons with Terry, and I’d never been to one this full. How had I never known there were this many people in this town who liked to cosplay?

Eve was already trying to say things, but kept managing to stop herself.

As Terry and I made our way to the sign-in tables, where people would make themselves eligible for the eventual contest, a pair of stormtroopers passed us. I whispered to him, “I’m very happy you didn’t want me to come in the Slave Leia outfit.”

He shrugged. “I didn’t think about it, actually.”

“You’re kidding, right?”

“Nope. I don’t even have any Star Wars costumes, except that Jabba costume we wore a couple years ago.”

That surprised me. I kinda figured he had all sorts of costumes for Mindy to wear, since Mindy had absolutely no problems wearing just about anything. It occurred to me that she’d probably try to talk me into wearing sexy outfits to school every day, if for no other reason than just so that she had something to look at.

Christ, when did girl-on-girl go from being the hottest thing in the world to me to being something I wanted to avoid?

I told you, I’m straight, so that makes you straight, Eve said.

Yeah, but I still feel the same about everything else, why aren’t I just indifferent to it?

That’s the thing about sexual preferences getting changed. Either everything goes, or nothing goes. You should really look this stuff up on the internet, I know some kinky websites.

Before I had the chance to ask Eve when she had ever used the internet, a voice from the stage at the far end of the convention hall called all the participants for the contest. “You ready?” Terry asked.

I nodded. “Good thing: Nobody knows who Mikaela Cross is. Bad thing: There are a ton of boys here to stare at me.”

He patted me on the back, in probably the friendliest way he’d ever done before or since I became a girl. “Ten minutes. And, who knows? We might win.”

I rolled my eyes. “Please, we’ve never won.”

He smiled. “There’s a first time for everything, ‘Misty’.”

We walked to the crowded spot where the contestants were to wait. Terry handed me the small clip-on number badge with ‘114b’ printed on it. I clipped it to my shirt and waited while the judges walked past each of us. There were about seven judges, most of them I recognized, either teachers from school or just people around town. Even Mom’s usual hairdresser was one of the judges. They each had clipboards and proceeded to walk around us, checking off this or marking down that. I know for a fact that I saw ‘Excess cleavage’ written down under my name. It actually kinda annoyed me.

The judges went back to their table on the stage and traded their papers between one another. Eventually, they started calling people up and would up cards with numbers on them, kinda like gymnastics judges did. Whichever entries got the highest scores would win whatever the fuck the prize was. Terry and I never win, so I didn’t actually pay attention to what it was.

There were cheers all over as each contestant or set of contestants walked up on stage. Just a couple days ago, I would have been impressed with the Sailor Moon cosplayers if not for the fact that my sister was Sailor Moon, effectively. Other people fared a little better, like the Dragonball Z Saiyans that danced around doing that stupid fusion thing, or the Darth Vader and Darth Maul who lightsaber fought one another onto the stage. After about seventeen minutes of the massive amount of contestants being called up to the stage, Terry and I were finally put on the spot light. “Terry Hughes and Mikaela Cross, Ash and Misty from Pokemon,” the announcer said. People were really cheery when we got up there. We didn’t even do anything special, aside from Terry pulling out his fake-looking PokeDex and turning his hat backwards. All I did was that nervous laugh and wave Misty does whenever Ash does something stupid.

The judges held up their cards, one by one. 8.3, 8.9, 9.2, 7.8, 8.7, 8.7 again and finally 9.6. Only one other team had gotten a single 9 in the entire contest, and that was the people cosplaying as the main character and bad guy from the game Dark Sector. (At first I questioned why anybody would go as characters from Dark Sector, but apparently more people than just me and Terry knew what it was.)

When all was said and done, us and three other teams won the grand prize. Everyone else lost by a full 1.5 points from our lowest scores. The grand prize turned out to be vouchers for purchases up to $150 at some media outlet that had sponsored the competition. A grand total of twelve people.

I was still completely shocked that Terry and I had actually won. I almost wanted to cheer, to wrap my arms around him and kiss him right then and there.

And if you do, you can rub your crotch up against his. It’ll be great. Let him stick his Caterpie in your Jigglypuff.

Ha! You made an innuendo, I win the bet!

If Eve had a body of her own, I bet she would have had had a very disappointed look on her face.

And here are three more chapters. These took awhile after a lot of depression and writer's block fucked me up for more time than I generally want them to, plus I was busy doing a lot of other stuff. In fact, there's a character in one of these chapters who actually comes from a story I haven't posted here, and know not when I will. No clue when the next chapters will be, so buckle in and wait after you give these a read.
Just a warning: There are feels in this section. Genuine feels, that I didn't think would actually happen, but they did.

“You need a job,” Mom said, dropping a bag of clothes on my stomach. I dropped my phone onto my bed beside me. “If there was one thing that kept my mind, it was a part time job. Plus, it nets you cash.”

I sat up. “How’dya know this won’t make things worse?”

She sighed. “I don’t. But do you have anything better?”

I shook my head. “Not really. Where do you think I should get a job?”

She smiled, and pulled a piece of paper out of her pocket. “I’ve got an idea.” I was handed the paper and saw it was a print out of a website’s careers page. “It pays well and you won’t have to deal too much with other people.”

I read over the page, then looked up at her. “You want me to be the secretary at a doctor’s office?”

“Not secretary,” she said, an annoyed look in her eye. Then she sighed. “Yeah, a secretary.” She sat down beside me. “I was at the store yesterday, got in a conversation with an old friend of mine, Oscar Santos, and he was telling me his niece had gone to college, so he needed a new receptionist. I told him I'd see if you wanted a job.”

“I guess if I’m gonna have a job, it should be somewhere people don’t know me. But secretaries talk to a lot of people.”

“Receptionist. And all you’ll do is tell people the doctor’s ready to see them, then hand them the appointment card for the next one. It’s not like you’ll have to talk to people for sustained periods of time.”

I sighed. “Okay, okay. I’ll give it a try.” I lied back down. “But any unwelcome incidents and I get no chores for a week.”

Mom smiled. “Deal. Just be sure to make a real effort. Most of your problems are Eve, not other people.”

That’s… Partly true… Eve said. I could tell she didn't want to. It was a nice to hear her admitting it for once, though.

I picked my phone up again as Mom left the room and got back to playing Pokemon Shuffle. I was two moves away from beating Leafeon, and I’d been stuck on it for weeks.

And then the phone vibrated. A text message popped up over top of my game. I wanted to just ignore it, but then I saw who it was from.

Mindy.

Hey U call tom

Who's Tom? Eve asked. Is he hot

It’s text talk for tomorrow.

I responded.

Job intrvw, busy

I couldn’t see her tomorrow, though I needed to see her before school started. I sighed. This was the kind of dilemma that I’d have to deal with for a couple other friends and several extended family members.

Are you sure Tom isn’t just some hot guy she’s trying to hook you up with?

Why would she be trying to hook me up with a guy when she doesn’t even know I’m a girl?!

Okay, I admit, I didn’t think that far ahead. Heh heh.

What?

Head.

I sighed again.

***

“What is your experience working in an office?” Dr. Santos asked me, never really looking up from his clipboard.

I looked around the room and saw things ranging from his PhD, his MD, his junior high baseball trophy, a picture of his son’s junior high baseball team, and even a picture of him and his wife standing in front of a Vegas casino. The room was covered in a weird white/orange wallpaper that probably would have made my mom sick if she were in here.

“Um… I don’t actually have any experience. My mom just wants me to have a part time job to take up my time before school starts.”

He nodded. “And are you capable of putting files in a folder and then placing them in a drawer?”

I couldn’t tell if he was being sarcastic. “Is ‘yes’ the answer you’re looking for, or are you just screwing with me?”

He glanced up from the clipboard finally, a slight smile on his face. “Congratulations, Miss Cross, you’ve got the job.”

I sat there, no doubt a bewildered look on my face, and asked, “Are you being sarcastic now?”

***

I seriously wouldn't have told Mom I’d do this if I’d known it would be so boring. Most of the day, all I did was organize folders and occasionally take Dr. Santos somebody's file. I answered the phone a couple times just for people to tell me they were rescheduling appointments.

The first time somebody walked through the door, it was some guy I knew from school. Kenny, I think his name was. I don’t honestly know if we’d ever said two words to one another.

You could talk to him now, Eve said, he looks like he could use a girlfriend. Or at least a handjob.

Seriously? I'm here to keep my mind off this sort of thing.

I know, I know! I’m trying, too, but it - and likely he if you play him right - is hard.

Is it too late to put that innuendo bet back into place?

Hey, you tricked me with that. You know how hard it is for me to… Dammit, I just said ‘hard’ and I wanna make a joke!

“Excuse me,” somebody said. I looked up and saw the boy from earlier, Kenny. “I need an appointment card?” He handed me the paper Dr. Santos gave him.

I reached into the drawer of the reception desk and grabbed one of the cards. The date was already on Dr. Santos’ paperwork, so all I had to do was copy that.

Unfortunately, my cell number appeared instead of the date.

What are you doing? I asked Eve.

He’s cute, ask him out!

I sighed inwardly. I don’t need a boyfriend, okay? Now I’ve wasted a card and this is my first day on the job, so lemme do this the right way, okay?

I heard her sigh now. Fine. Just put his stupid appointment on there. You could have a date with him, y’know.

No, I can't. I’m fairly certain he’s got a girlfriend.

Steal him!

I groaned, then forced myself to write the appointment date on the card and nothing else. It wasn't as easy as it should have been, but I managed it. Kenny smiled at me, but I was too disgusted with Eve’s trickery to smile back.

After that, the day got boring again, and all I did was play games on my phone until another patient walked in through the door. Of course, I wanted to do a spit take when I realized who it is coming in.

Mindy.

The first thing I thought when she walked through the door was how she was standing the heat wearing a long sleeve shirt and blue jeans. I was wearing a tank top and a pair of shorts, and I still felt like I was on fire when I was out of the air conditioning. Come to think of it, she looked like she had a pretty good tan.

The second thing I thought was Why the hell is she here?! Of course, I knew the answer; Dr. Santos was obviously her doctor. What was really freaking me out was that she had an appointment the day I started my job there.

“I’m here for my appointment,” she said as she came up to the desk. “Mindy Osborn.”

“I’ll… Um…” I stammered. I was making this very obvious that I was flustered by the fact that one of my best friends was here and she didn’t know I was I. Or me. Or… Fuck you, brain.

Stop arguing with yourself. You’ve got me here to be the other half of the argument.

You are not helping.

Hey, since she’s here, ask her about that Tom guy she wanted to hook you up with.

“I’ll go tell Dr. Santos right now,” I said, a little too quickly.

I walked into the Doc’s office and told him that Mindy was there, then I ducked into the restroom. I don’t know why I was going so crazy. Was I afraid of her finding out that the big boobed girl in who’s shirt she was staring down was actually her friend Mike? Was I afraid of telling her that succubi and magical girls were real?

Was I afraid she was attracted to me?

I almost certainly wasn’t attracted to her. I’d already accepted the fact that Eve’s influences made me attracted to men, and though I didn’t want to admit it, I was developing a tiny crush on Terry (and I would never let Eve know that). But was it actually gross to me that another girl might have a thing for me?

“Miss Cross, I’ll kindly ask you to leave the restroom now. Miss Osborn needs to pee in a cup.”

Dr. Santos was probably the most chill doctor I’d ever met.

“Yeah, sorry,” I said, stumbling out of the restroom. Mindy was still in the examination room, so I just returned to the desk up front and sat down.

My phone buzzed in my pocket. I fished it out and found a text from - wouldn’t ya know - Mindy.

How wuz the intrvw? the text read.

I didn’t want to answer it, but against my better judgement, I decided to. Went ok, I typed. Got the job

Kewl, she sent back. Still no hangout?

Too bsy at wrk.

This was responded to by a frowny face emoji.

I heard footsteps coming close, so I shoved my phone back in my pocket. Mindy stood in front of me and handed me the paperwork from Dr. Santos, then she leaned close and squinted at me. All in all, I couldn’t understand what she was doing.

Maybe she can tell, Eve said.

I doubt it.

Your face is still kinda sorta the same, though girly.

It’s different enough.

“Do I know you?” Mindy asked.

Gasp! Eve said in mock-surprise.

A lobotomy would cure me of you, y’know.

I blushed. “I don’t think so,” I answered. “I’m new in town.”

And then the door opened, and Terry decided that now was the time to walk in. I was about ninety percent certain life was doing its damnedest to fuck with me at all moments of the day now.

The plot and his cock are both thickening! Eve said, with an almost absurd amount of glee in her voice. Words cannot describe how much I wanted to punch her in the face she didn’t have.

He walked up to the desk, looked at me, looked at Mindy, looked back at me, looked back at Mindy. He looked like he was about to open his mouth and say something, and then Mindy just hugged him.

“I can’t tell you how much I missed you and Mikey while I was gone,” she said.

“Have you told Mike how much?”

“No, he says he’s off at his new job.”

Terry broke off the hug, then pointed at me. “Yeah, I know. Right there.”

Mindy looked back at me, then leaned in close again. “I knew it!”

Double gasp! said Eve.

Helping! Not!

“You knew it was me? How?” I asked.

“It’s not easy to see, but I can tell by your face.”

“Sixty percent of the time you’ve been here, you’ve been staring at my boobs.”

“They are nice to stare at,” Terry said.

“Why the hell are you even here?!” I almost screamed.

He raised his arms. “I have doctors appointments, too.”

“Excuse me,” Dr. Santos said as he walked into the room, “this is a doctor’s office, not a social hangout. Miss Cross, have you given Miss Osborn her appointment card and has Mr. Hughes been logged in yet?”

Terry pointed out, “I just got here. I didn’t even give Mikaela my name yet.”

Mindy mouthed, “Mikaela? Really?” If Terry or Dr. Santos noticed, they didn’t say anything.

“I’m getting the appointment card done now, Dr. Santos,” I said, rapidly scribbling down the date for Mindy’s next appointment on the card. “And Ter - ah - Mr. Hughes did just arrive.”

Dr. Santos nodded. “Good.” He patted me on the back. “Once Mr. Hughes is taken care of, you can go home. He’s the last patient of the day.”

Mindy stood there all innocently, with her hands clasped behind her back. I think I wanted to stab her with a fireplace poker almost as much as I did Eve. “Is it okay if I wait in here for Terry and Mikaela? I just got back into town the other day and I haven’t gotten a chance to catch up with them.”

Dr. Santos nodded. “Just so long as there’s no more yelling.”

I blushed again. “Sorry, sir.”

He laughed. “Don’t worry. I was your age, working a boring job once, too.”

Terry followed him into the examination room, leaving me alone in a relatively sized waiting room with Mindy. Well, and Eve, technically, but I was doing my best to ignore her.

Mindy sat down on the desk and smiled down at me. “Soooooo… Mikaela.”

I sighed. “It was better than Michelle, okay?”

“No arguments there, I just wanna know how it happened.”

“I’m not telling you here.”

“Why?”

“Because it’s crazy as hell and I have proof. We’ll head to my house after Terry’s done.”

She hopped off the desk and sat down in the closest chair. “So, are you like… Y’know…”

“What?” I asked.

“You didn’t exactly seem happy that I was staring at your boobs, but you didn’t say anything when Terry said they were nice to stare at.”

“I’m girl straight, yeah. I do like boys.” I sighed. “Also, he’s seen me naked, so, really, I can't complain if he stares.”

The smile on her face grew wider. “Oh, I’ve got to hear this story.”

Triple gasp! Eve said.

What?

I dunno. I needed to say something.

***

“Hello, Mindy and Terry,” Mom said as we walked through the door. “How was your first day, sweetie?” she asked me.

“Well, Mindy found out and I wasn’t fired.”

“Good. Dinner in an hour, they can stay if they want.”

“Thanks, Mrs. Cross,” the both of them said.

They followed me upstairs, where Allie was just coming out of the bathroom. I pointed to my room, she shrugged and followed us in there. I plopped down on my bed, Allie took my desk, Terry sat on the floor and Mindy just stood there.

“Okay,” Mindy said, “tell me the whole story.”

Before I could say anything, Terry spoke up. “Mike’s possessed by a succubus.”

“Terry!” I squealed.

“What? It’s true.”

“Yeah, but I was about to tell her!”

Mindy laughed. “Um… Look, I love reading about succubi and all that, but we all know that’s just fake, right?”

I sighed. “I wish I could say that. I woke up one morning rubbing my crotch and screaming out moans like nobody’s business, all because of a succubus named Eve.”

“Eve? Like, Adam and Eve?”

Allie answered, “She’s named after Eve. Her mother was the original succubus, and possessed the real Eve back in the Garden of Eden.”

Mindy turned to Allie. “You seem really chill about all this, even though your little brother is now your little sister.”

Allie shrugged. “I sorta have a secret of my own.”

“Are you a succubus, too?”

She shook her head. She turned to me. “Is it okay if I show her?” I nodded. “Get ready for this one, Mindy.” Allie went through her transformation sequence (how easy it was to say that actually disturbed me) and then she was in her magical girl uniform, complete with wand. The bright light was still kinda painful, but overall, I was getting a little too used to this, considering it had only been sprung on me a couple days ago.

Mindy was speechless. She walked over to Allie and plucked and pulled at her outfit, poked her in the face, picked at her hair. Honestly, now I think I took my introduction to magical girls well in comparison to how Mindy was taking it. I was wondering if maybe she was overwhelmed by the idea that succubi and magical girls were real.

I stood up and pulled her away from Allie and sat her down on the bed beside me. “Yeah, so, back to the reason I was possessed by a succubus. I’m not actually a succubus, I’m just Eve’s host. She doesn’t want to be a succubus anymore, she just wants to be a normal girl living her life without fear of needing sex every five minutes.”

Ten minutes, thank you! I’d like to believe I have a little more restraint than you give me credit for.

Hence why you’re picturing Terry naked right this very second?

How’d you know that?

Because I’m picturing Terry naked because of you right now!

I continued, “It’s not always working so well, but in her defense, she thought she’d just possess me and be a voice in the back of my head, she didn’t know she’d change me outright.”

“Why are you being so chill about this?” Mindy asked. “You’re possessed by a sex demon, your sister is an anime protagonist and… Terry’s in the room!”

Terry asked, “Hey! What’s that supposed to mean?!”

Everybody else ignored him. “Believe me, all of this freaked me out at first. I had turned into a girl overnight, found out my sister was a magical girl, my mom had been possessed by a succubus when she was younger… I considered calling you that day, but I thought you were still out of town on your vacation, so I called Terry and… Hilarity ensued…”

“Whaddya mean?” Mindy asked.

“I told ya,” Terry said, “I’ve seen her naked.”

“He’s seen you naked?!”

I sighed. “Sometimes Eve accidentally - “ And it goddamn well better be accidental most of the time. “ - takes control of me and her urges make her take my clothes off and straddle Terry.”

I promise you, it has always been accidental. Okay, maybe one time was on purpose. But you know as well as I do that Terry is fucking adorable.

I really didn’t want to admit that, but I kinda had to. Just not out loud, and not to her. “Believe me, getting naked in front of Terry is nothing compared to the other things I’ve had to deal with since becoming a girl.”

“Oh, you mean like boys staring at you, looking at you like a piece of meat and constantly having their eyes down your top?”

“More like the pheromones I emit whenever I sweat too much. Or just the fact that I went from being attracted to girls to being attracted to guys overnight.”

Allie asked, “You’ve had to deal with the pheromones?”

Mindy spoke before I could. “Were you ever possessed by a succubus? Seems like you know more about them than Mike does.”

I answered, “Because the succubi and the magical girls have been at war for centuries.” When Mindy turned to look at me with the widest, most shocked eyes I could imagine, I said, “Yeah, this is all like straight out of an anime. I keep expecting a beach episode any day.” When I saw Terry smile, I glared at him and said, “You’ve seen me naked, you will not get to drool over me in a bikini.”

He smiled. “I’d just like to point out how stupid that sounded. I’ve seen you naked, but I don’t get to see you a tiny amount of clothing.”

I was very grateful that Allie smacked him in the head with her wand.

I sighed. “So, yeah. It’s all been a little crazy for the last couple of days. About the only wins I’ve gotten were a job and Terry and I getting first place in a cosplay competition. But, that’s rivaled by all the almost-sex and the near rape in the movie theater restroom.”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” Allie said. She was on me in an instant, looking over pretty much everything. “How far did it go? Are you okay? What was the guy’s name? Did he actually insert anything anywhere?”

“I said near rape. And I don’t know his name, he was just an usher at the movie theater. Why are you getting weird now?”

Mindy asked, “Now?”

Allie said, “My baby sister was almost raped, that’s not something I take lightly, okay?!”

Somehow she didn’t get that when you said you’d dealt with the pheromones? It’s almost the only thing that happens when those start attracting boys.

Are you saying you willingly get raped whenever you let out pheromones?

kinda. Not exactly, I mean.

“Look, Allie, I’m okay. He didn’t touch anything, he just tore one of my shirts. Which I threw away as soon as possible.” I pushed her off of me. “Now that I think about it, if that shirt’s still covered in my pheromones… Are there boys being drawn to that trash can because of a single sniff?”

Terry started laughing. “Oh, man. The idea of that is funny.”

I leaned back on my bed. “So, Mindy, now you’re in on the secret. How are you taking this?”

She stood up. “Well, other than being down to just one guy friend and having to deal with you being hot and straight, I’m okay. Seriously, though, girls don’t still turn you on at least a little?”

I shook my head. “No. It was weird, but I’m kinda adjusted to it, no doubt because Eve’s been driving me toward trying to get a boyfriend ever since I got up that morning.”

Her eyes lit up. “Omigod, are you and Terry going out?”

The red on my face was almost certainly obvious. “No!”

“Even if it’s straight, you two would make the cutest couple!”

See? Even the lesbo sees it! Eve said with glee in her voice.

I don’t know which one of you I want to punch more.

“Get up, girl!” Mindy shouted at me. When did she get in the house and why was she screaming at me? I rolled over and covered my head with my blanket. I didn’t want to get up, I wanted to sleep. Hopefully a dreamless sleep because another dream about wild Terry sex would drive me insane.

Oh, you love him and you love the dreams, you know you do, Eve said. The way she said it, I imagined she was sitting on the edge of the bed, one leg crossed over the other.

“Mikey, get. Up. C’mon, you’re gonna love this!” Mindy was being very determined.

I rolled onto my back - Keep your mouth shut, Eve. - and uncovered my head. “What?”

Mindy was smiling. “Get your best white shirt on, we’re going to the Anderson Twins’ lake party.”

I groaned. “Why? There's almost no reason to do that except to let boys see me in a wet tee-shirt.” And then my brain started working. “That’s also why you want it.”

“Not entirely, it’s mostly for party reasons.” She smiled wider. “Okay, it’s half and half. I wanna see you in a wet tee-shirt and I wanna see boys see you in a wet tee-shirt.”

I covered my head with my blanket again. “Why is it I become a girl and become everybody’s plaything?!” I uncovered my head again. “Is there nothing else any of you can do?!”

Allie was standing in the doorway. “I told her you wouldn’t go for it,” she said.

Mindy said over her shoulder, “Oh, shush.” She turned back to me. “C’mon, you need more boy experience and a lake party just before school starts is the perfect way to do it. Let everybody get used to the new girl before they start ogling your girls in school hallways.”

“They’ll still be ogling my girls in school hallways,” I said, defensively covering my breasts. I dunno why. There were two other girls in the room, one a lesbian and one my sister who’s already seen me topless. Still, it was reflexive. “Besides, isn’t it gonna raise suspicion when a mysterious new girl shows up with a best friend and sister to somebody the town hasn’t seen in a week?”

Mindy rolled her eyes. “Oh, please, there are people from all over gonna be at this party. At least half of it will be out of towners from other schools.”

I groaned. “Why am I even considering this?” I sat up. “I mean, why, really? Every day since I got possessed by Eve, it’s been a different goofy fucking adventure. A movie that almost turned into rape, a cosplay convention, becoming a secretary…” I sighed. “Why do I not get just Lounge around the house in a tank top and shorts time?”

Mindy made a Pbft noise. “Where’s the fun in that?”

I glared at her. “You just want to flaunt me at a lake party as your hot friend, don’t you?”

“Am I that transparent?”

“Like a bottle of purified water.”

She dropped something on top of me. “Good. Now put that on, then put some shorts and a tank top on over them.”

I picked up what she dropped on me and almost wanted to yell at her. She finds out one of her best friends has been possessed by a succubus and turned into a girl and she buys said succubus-possessed-friend a pink and orange bikini?! I didn’t even like pink that much!

I happen to think it’s adorable.

You’re a girly sex demon, of course you think it’s adorable!

How has none of my fashion sense rubbed off on you yet?

Y’know, I was a guy less than a week ago. I went from shorts and a tee-shirt to butt-huggers and tank tops. I went from briefs or boxers to panties and bras. I think I’ve transitioned through all of this pretty well. Just because I don’t wear the stuff you’d wear doesn’t mean anything.

It sorta does.

I mentally face-palmed. I cannot talk to you to right now.

I dropped the bikini in my lap and sighed. “When do we leave?” I asked.

Allie looked dumbfounded. “You’re going?”

I nodded. “No point in arguing.” I turned to Mindy. “You’re just gonna pester me the whole time if I don’t, and either way, it gets me better at dealing with more people who don’t know me.” I threw off the blanket. “Now the both of you get the fuck out of my room.”

Mindy smiled. “You’re sassier as a girl. That's hot.”

***

I didn't want to get out of the car. The very idea of it was concerning. There I was, wearing a pink and orange bikini under a practically skintight tank top (white, of course) and a pair of shorts that really only existed to make sure I wasn’t naked, they really didn't cover anything.

There were at least five or six dozen people, maybe more. Guys, girls, younger teens, older teens, the occasional frisbee. I didn’t know if I’d seen this many people in the high school auditorium, and that seated 2500. Very few of them were in the lake, I noticed, and it wasn't exactly a deep lake. There was a volleyball game going on like we were at the beach, there was a spot with couples just making out or lying together, and what appeared to be a poker game on a picnic blanket.

I shrunk down in my seat so that nobody could see me. “No, I can't do this.”

Mindy pulled the key out of the ignition. “Yeah, you can.” She pulled me up. “Just get that perfect ass out there and shake it. Seeing as you’re - “ she let out a groan “ - straight, there might even be a guy out there who’ll appreciate that ass.”

Just tell her you’re saving yourself for Terry, Eve said. She’ll believe it, everybody can see the chemistry.

I’m going to have to ask you to stop doing that.

Only if you tell her.

I will hit you.

I pulled myself out of Mindy’s Jeep and sighed. I had to get this over with, kinda necessary. This was my test. If I could make it through a lake party, I could probably make it through high school. Of course, the nerves were kinda making me want to get right back in the car and hide under the blanket in the back seat, despite the fact that it was almost a hundred degrees out. I was shaking, I was sweaty (for reasons other than the heat) and I was ready to jump out of my skin and head for the hills.

I did not want to be there.

Mindy slapped me on the back. “C’mon, let’s go mingle. There’s drinks over by the big tree.” She pointed at a small table set up beside a tree on the opposite side of the lake from us. Granted, it wasn’t a very big lake, only about as big at a football field, but that was still a good ways away and meant I’d have to walk through a host of people I didn’t want seeing me. “Or we could go join that volleyball game.”

I shook my head. “No way, no how. Me bouncing around out there for everybody to see?”

She laughed. “Please, you’re so big, you bounce when you’re wearing a bra.” She reached over and jiggled me a bit, which was in no way comfortable.

“Stop,” I grumbled. “That’s annoying. Do you see me grabbing your boobs?” After realizing what I said, I added, “And you won’t.”

She stuck her tongue out at me. “You’re trying not to be any fun.”

The two of us wandered around the other almost hundred teens gathered there. I recognized several people from school, couple of my friends that I would have to tell about what's become of me. That was a conversation with people I was dreading on account of I had no idea what to tell them.

Somebody bounced against me. A guy I’d seen in PE once or twice named Xander Somethingoranother (or probably Travis, actually). I had never really spoken to him, so I didn't worry about the need to tell him. As far as he was concerned, I could stay the new girl in school. Of course, my new outlook on life had me checking his abs out. I was starting to wish guys didn’t feel so nonchalant about going topless.

I almost got run down by a girl carrying some drinks. I couldn’t remember her name, but I did recognize her. She took the drinks over to a blonde girl, a brunette with pink highlights and a flat-chested girl wearing a one-piece swimsuit. They looked like they were having a good time. I had to say, I kinda wished I was somewhere between the blonde and the flat-chested girl boob-size-wise. This bikini gave me almost no support.

The poker game looked the most appealing. The guy sitting on the blanket was shuffling the deck with his hands and checking me out with his eyes. He wasn’t unattractive himself, but I really needed to get those urges under control.

“You’re something pretty,” he said, his eyes never once looking at the cards. He looked kinda familiar, but at the same time I didn't know where from. Dark hair, green eyes, a devilish sort of smile. I’d go for him in an instant if not for wanting to keep myself off of him. (And of course, a certain part of me wanted to go down on him, but I shoved her to the side.) “How’s a game sound?”

I smiled. “I’m pretty good at poker.”

He smiled back. “Me, too. Sit down, we'll wait for a couple more people, then this can begin.” He motioned for me to sit down. “Name’s Lucas.”

“Mikaela.”

“Cute name for the cute girl.”

We waited about fifteen minutes as people came to join in. I recognized Greg Olsen and Frannie Reston from school and some blonde guy I’d never met who said his name was Hank. Somebody else came to join in, but Lucas waved him off. Apparently, four people and one dealer was all he wanted.

I was grateful that I was pretty good at Texas Hold ‘Em. He dealt me a Jack and a four, a spade and a heart. The first card he overturned was a three of clubs, which didn’t help me, but Frannie looked happy. One card didn't seem like it should help anyone. Nobody else had any looks on their faces except for Lucas. He was smiling wide.

The next card was flipped over, a Jack of hearts. I was sitting on a pair, now, a better prospect than before, but still nothing in the long game. Hank was smiling now, though, so he could have had at least two pair. Lucas just kept up that smile.

The third card, an Ace of hearts. It occurred to me that we didn’t exactly bet anything. We all just sort of sat down, didn't even put any money in. This was actually starting to get creepy.

“We don't have chips or money, what are we betting?” I asked.

Lucas shook his head. “Don’t worry about it. You’ll get what you win.”

The fourth card, a Jack of diamonds. Assuming I was right, Hank and I now both had three of a kind. Everybody else had at least one pair, thanks to the Jacks. I was starting to sweat more, as the last card would either make or break us.

No one was folding, I noticed. Everybody must have assumed they had a dog in the fight.

There’s something weird about him, Eve said. She probably would have been scratching her chin if she were corporeal right now.

“Alright, everyone,” Lucas said, that smile never going away, “ready for the end of the line?”

“Wait!” Frannie said. “What are we betting?”

Lucas’s smile grew wider. “Everything except your dignity.”

Oh Gods… Eve’s voice was tiny and light.

What?

That’s it… He’s a God…

I don’t follow.

Get out of here before he wins the game.

What? I’ve got at least a three of a kind.

It doesn’t matter, you’re gonna lose.

How do you know that?

Because you’re not just playing poker with some good looking guy, you’re playing with my ex-boyfriend and he’s a Trickster God!

Ex-boyfriend?

That’s what you take from that statement? You’re playing a card game with Loki!

I felt my eyes widen. Suddenly I wasn't just playing poker, I was sitting across a picnic blanket with a Norse Deity. And then it kicked in that Norse Deities were real. And that the succubus in my body had dated one. Somehow my brain’s priorities had been screwed righteously and there didn’t seem to be a lot I could do about it.

Lucas flipped over the last card, an Ace of spaces. His smile didn’t go away, even though he had to know at least a couple of us were packing a full house.

He nodded to us to lay our cards down in turn, starting with Greg. He had a pair of twos, with the two aces that meant two pair. Next was Frannie, who put down a three and a five. Third was Hank; he had the Jack I thought he did and another three, but the three was useless with the Aces. My turn, now, I laid down my four and my Jack.

Lucas let out a small laugh. “Well, gang,” he said, “looks like our little game has come to its end.” He set his cards down and my eyes widened in horror. The other two Aces stared us all in the face, a four of a kind. “Now, since nothing was bet and no one folded, that would mean I’ve won.” He snapped his fingers.

Frannie was the first. She had been wearing a pair of skin tight shorts made of something that looked like nylon or something and a tube top. The shorts at least were covering a pair of panties, the tube top was covering nothing. Her bare breasts were exposed, and she didn’t seem to have any problems with that, nor did anyone except me. After a second, a bra appeared on her, almost as if she'd been wearing it the whole time.

Next was Greg, who’d been wearing a pair of swim trunks and a red muscle shirt. His shirt disappearing didn't affect him at all, but then the trunks were gone and his dick was showing itself off. Apparently, he’d been semi-hard the entire game. A pair of briefs slipped into existence right after I noticed that.

Hank was third, and he’d been wearing little but a Speedo in the first place. Said Speedo was gone and replaced in short order by a banana hammock. I looked away from him as quickly as possible.

Then it was my turn. My tank top disappeared first, but thankfully my bikini top didn't. That was followed quickly by my shorts, exposing my bikini bottoms. That wouldn’t have been embarrassing to anybody else, but I was insanely self-conscious, so I didn’t want to be seen in so little.

But, again, nobody seemed to notice anything and Greg, Hank and Frannie just got up and went back to doing whatever they’d been doing before, almost as if they’d never joined the game in the first place. Nobody around seemed to notice anything either.

I turned back to Lucas. “What the hell are you?” I asked.

The Norse Trickster God, remember? I just said that.

He looked surprised. “You noticed the changes?”

“Yeah, and I want my clothes back.”

He leaned in closer. “What are you?”

I scooted away from him on the blanket. “Not important, gimme my clothes!”

He shook his head. “As far as reality is concerned, those clothes are back at your house, sitting in your dresser. You never wore them, and you’re not supposed to remember that you did. I wanna know how you do.”

Just tell him, Eve said with a sigh, he’ll figure it out.

I nodded, though she couldn’t see it. “Eve is in here,” I motioned to my body.

He rolled his eyes. “Of course. You’d only be able to see it if you were magic, too. Well, you tell Eve that I’ve moved on and so should she.”

I’m not still into you, douchebag!

“She says she's gotten over you, too.”

He breathed a sigh of relief. “Good. So how’d you get caught up with Eve?”

“She decided she wanted me as a host.”

“Well, it’s a lot of risk-free sex for you, so enjoy it.”

I sighed now. “I’mma ignore that you said that.” I stood up. “Ya know, some people would play strip poker with you without the magic twist.”

He shrugged. “Where’s the fun in that?”

I rolled my eyes and walked away. I didn’t want to deal with him, and Eve was screaming something in a language I couldn't understand. I just wanted to find Mindy and get out of there.

The Find Mindy part was the biggest problem. I didn’t see her anywhere. After about five minutes, I just gave up and walked over to the table where the drinks were. I couldn’t tell which bowls had booze added in, but I didn’t care much. Not like I’d be doing anything with anyone.

A guy walked up to the table and poured himself some alcopunch. It took me a second, but I recognized him. Gerry Felding, a friend of mine back in my freshman year. I hadn’t seen him since the freshman dance where he tried to get me to ask Cindy Fletcher out and I failed so miserably that I swore off dating for a year.

He looked at me with some sort of recognition in his eyes. “You look familiar,” he said, “have we met?”

I took a long gulp of my drink. “I dunno.”

He shrugged. “Well, nice to meet you.” He walked over to the tree, sat down and pulled his phone out of his shorts pocket.

Then I heard my phone ring.

That didn't seem right, because I had no pockets in this bikini and the shorts I’d worn had never been worn because of magic, and that's where my phone had been before the poker game.

“Hey!” Mindy called out to me. She apoeared pretty much out of nowhere. “Your phone's ringing. Looks like… Gerry Felding? When did he move back to town?”

“I dunno,” I said in a small voice as I saw Gerry get up from the tree he was sitting at.

And walked toward us.

Gerry stood there, looking at me holding my phone, hearing that ringtone that he knew was his, looking at his phone knowing he was calling me, likely to find out if I was gonna come to the lake party. If I was lucky, he wouldn’t put two and two together and connect me with me.

But since when had I ever been lucky in the last week?

“Mindy?” he asked as he approached us. She perked up somewhat, likely because she and Gerry had been practically inseparable back when we were younger. If not for Mindy being into girls, I would have assumed they were dating back then. “Whaddya got Mike’s phone for?” Had he really not put it together?

As if participating in a surprise strip poker game wasn't bad enough, Mindy had to go and blow my cover. “Because she left it with me. I’ve got a purse, and - obviously - she has no pockets.”

I smacked myself in the face. “Thank you, Mindy. Thank you so much.”

“What? He’s been our friend for, like, ever!”

Gerry asked, “What's going on?”

Mindy answered, “Mike got himself possessed by a succubus, hence why she's wearing such a skimpy bikini.”

I wanted to slam my face against the closest tree. “Why would you tell him that?!”

Gerry looked confused and amused at the the same time. Mindy looked amused. Eve sounded amused. Why was everyone but me entertained by all this?! Oh, wait, because I was the one all this was revolving around.

I sighed. “It's true,” I said, “I was possessed by a succubus.”

Gerry shrugged. “Okay.”

I looked in straight in the eye. “Okay?” I scratched at my arm. “Okay is all you say?”

He nodded. “Yeah.”

“Why?”

He slipped his phone back in his pocket. “You're not the first magic person I’ve met.” He pointed over at the blanket Loki was sitting on. “That guy’s a Norse God.”

“How did you know that?” I asked.

“Overheard him and his brother talking, then the brother disappeared in a cloud of rainbows.”

“A cloud of rainbows?”

“A legitimate cloud of rainbows. It was weird as hell.”

I sighed. That was easier than it could have been, and that would make school tomorrow easier. Three people knowing me was a helluva lot better than just two. All I had to do now was deal with talking to people who didn't know me.

I poured myself another cup of punch and then nearly spit it out when Mindy said, “So, Mikey’s dating Terry.”

I turned around and glared at her. “Don’t tell him that! It's not true, anyway!”

“He’s seen you naked.”

“I have a succubus inside me, most of the school will probably see me naked!”

Gerry laughed. “That’s… Uh… That's probably not something to say out loud, even if nobody's close enough to hear us.” He turned to me. “You and Terry, eh? Makes sense.”

I folded my arms under my breasts. “How?”

“You two were damn near joined at the hip before.”

I rolled my eyes. “Not a much as you and Mindy, and I don't see you guys going out.”

“Please, Mindy’s a dyke.”

Mindy punched him in the face. “I’m right here and we prefer the term Women Who Date Women Because Men Are Disgusting.”

“No they're not,” I said. The two of them turned to me, both with confused looks on their faces. “What? I have a sex demon in my head, it really shouldn't be surprising that I’d say that.”

Now you should totally prove it by giving Gerry a blowjob.

What part of ‘no’ do you fail to understand?

***

I dropped onto my bed face first and came face to stitch with the tank top and shorts I’d “planned” on wearing. At least Loki was telling the truth when he told me the clothes would be back here. For a trickster, he was amazingly honest.

Someone sat on my back. Based on the shape of their butt, they were female, but that could mean Mom, Allie or Mindy. Or some otherworldly being that decided to enter my life and make it weirder than it already was. I turned my head and saw it was Allie sitting on me. “What?” I asked.

“How was the lake party?”

“Okay. I lost a game of strip poker.”

She pulled my folded up clothes out from under me. “That explains why these just showed up earlier. Mom was confused, too. How’d it happen?”

“Trickster God named Loki.”

“Loki the Norse God, Loki?”

“The very same.”

“What was he doing there?”

“Running a strip poker game.” I put my arms under my pillow. “And then Gerry’s back in town, and he knows now.”

“So that's three of your friends, now. How many more to go?”

“That should be good enough to not be the obvious new girl in school. Besides, not like I’ll be the only new girl. There's gotta be at least a couple transfer students.” I wanted to sleep, but the weight of my sister on my lower back was preventing me from doing so. “Can you move, please?”

She hopped off of me. “Yes I will, because you need to get ready.”

I groaned. “Ugh, why? I was just at a lake party with semi-drunk people while wearing a bikini and I swear half of them grabbed my ass at some point. Why do I need to do anything other than lie here and sleep?”

She smiled. “Reasons. Get up and find something cute but functional, I’ll go get some makeup ready.”

I don't want makeup, I thought.

Just go with lipstick.

I sat up. Did… Did you just have an idea I agree with?

I know, it’s weird.

***

After six long arguments, I finally got it through Allie’s head that I was not going to wear a skirt. With my luck, I’d probably get the damn thing torn and then everybody and their mothers would see my panties and I’d already be a topic of discussion tomorrow at school. I refused to let that happen, so no skirt (despite Eve not-so-subtly trying to get me to) for me. I still wasn’t even ready to wear skirts out in public. So, because of that, my outfit consisted of a pair of tight shorts and a pink, low cut tank top.

I felt insanely girly looking at my face in a mirror and checking the lipstick I was wearing. I had no intentions of using it for kissing, it was just to look a little better. I couldn’t believe I’d let Eve talk me into it, but I had to admit that the lipstick did make me look a little better. I actually even felt a little better, too. Did girls usually feel like this with makeup on?

“Somebody looks like she’s ready for a date,” Mom said. I spun around and saw her bringing in some laundry. “Is Terry the lucky boy?”

I blushed. “I’m… Allie told me to get ready, and that we’d be going in a little while, that’s all. I don’t know why, but I hope it’s not for a date.”

She smiled. “Don’t worry, even if it is, she wouldn’t set you up with someone you wouldn’t like.”

“I’m not worried about that. Even if I don’t like them, Eve might.”

That is a lie!

Be quiet.

Mom sat down on my bed and motioned for me to sit beside her. I plopped onto my bed and waited for whatever was about to come next. Needless to say, I was a little surprised when she started brushing my hair, but it actually felt kinda nice.

“I wish I had hair like this when I was your age,” she said.

“Red?”

“No, silky, clean. I know it’s just Eve keeping you looking nice to attract boys, but it still looks beautiful.”

I smiled. Compliments were starting to sound nice, too. Was I getting vain or just… I dunno… Girly? “Thanks, Mom.”

“How’s your job been so far?”

“Pretty good. Dr. Santos doesn’t get a whole lot of people coming in, so most of the time I just sit around and do stuff online until somebody does come in, and then I tell Dr. Santos, they go in and I get back to doing what I was doing.”

“That’s good. Do you have everything you’ll need for school tomorrow?”

I nodded. “Yeah. Notebooks, binders, pencils. A lot of nervousness since everybody knows me, but nobody knows me.” I sighed. “Plus, I’m going to havta deal with all my new… Urges.”

She stopped brushing my hair. “I know how hard that’ll be, sweetie. I was possessed by a succubus once, too. It’s impressive you’ve managed this long.”

I’d like to think I had a hand in that, too!

Please, you keep trying to get me to put hands on every guy I see.

Yeah, but do I actually make you do it?

No. But now that I know you could, I’ll be much more careful about interactions with non-Terry guys from now on.

He’s the guy I want you to touch the most.

I rolled my eyes. “I’m doing as well as I can.”

“You’re doing amazing, sweetie. Eve, too. It can’t be easy for her to ignore the opportunity to take full control and just let herself loose on the first man she sees.”

I told you I had something to do with it!

I sighed. “She’s doing better than I would expect, honestly.”

Mom smiled, then stood up. “Well, I’ll let you finish getting ready. Whatever Allie’s got planned for you, I’m sure it’ll be a fun evening.”

“Thanks, Mom. For everything.”

“Everything?”

“You have been the most understanding mom in the world. Your daughter becomes a magical girl, your son gets possessed by a succubus and turned into a second daughter. If we were a normal family, you’d probably be going crazy.”

She smiled again. “We’re as normal as we need to be.” She shut my door behind her and then I was alone in the room again.

I was about to lay down, but then I looked next to me and suddenly Eve was sitting there. It had been a couple days since she manifested physically, I was caught off guard a little. She was dressed identically to me, so I guess she liked what I’d picked to wear.

She also looked down.

“What’s up with you?” I asked.

She shook her head. “Nothing. Nothing.”

“Uh… Something something. Why do you look like your puppy just died?”

“I never had a puppy. One, because we don’t get them on our plane; and two, because I had a really… Difficult life.”

“Huh? You? The girl who keeps trying to get me to fuck any guy I come into contact with?”

She glared at me. “I’m a succubus, impulses can’t be helped.” She looked away. “My mom is the succubus queen. The first succubus. She had me really late and life and she never really wanted me in the first place.”

“What?”

She nodded. “Yeah. Watching you and your mom, your kind, loving, understanding mom, stirred up some bad feelings. I tried to celebrate my first possession with her, but she ignored me. I tried to be a good daughter, but she just wanted me to go away.” She looked like she was starting to cry. “Your mom is the kind of mom I wanted. That’s part of the reason I picked you.”

“What?”

“I watched you for a little while before I possessed you. I wanted what you had, and I thought that even by proxy, just by possessing you, I’d actually feel loved by someone’s mom.”

I couldn’t help myself. For the first time since we’d been sharing my body, I hugged Eve. I knew that if anybody walked into the room, they’d see me hugging empty air, but everybody who would walk into my room also knew that I could see Eve. I didn’t care, though. I needed to hug her. She needed this hug.

She seemed surprised. Likely because we’d never hugged in our short time together. She reciprocated by hugging back, and that was when I felt her tears hit my shoulder. I started crying after that, not a lot, and it confused me as I did it, but I didn’t care, I just let the tears flow. Suddenly, it felt like I had another sister, and I wasn’t going to let that feeling slip away.

***

I was already a little angry with Allie for making me get dressed, and then being brought to a park and left behind as she wandered off with some guy I vaguely recognized from the last time she brought a boyfriend home. Granted, I seemed to remember that guy being her ex-boyfriend’s friend, but still.

I sat down on a bench that had a nice view of the river and sighed. I guess if I was gonna be all alone, at least I’d have a nice time enjoying the sights and sounds of a peaceful river. Thanks to the breeze, it actually felt kinda cool, not at all like the 90 degree temperatures we’d been having. Of course, the cool air and me showing so much skin was actually making me a little chilly now. Good news mixed with the bad news.

I pulled my legs up and hugged my knees to my chest. I was acting more female, now. Or, at least, more obviously female. I guess a week of being like this had finally taken its toll on me. I wondered when I’d start wearing dresses or wearing more makeup than just lipstick just to go to the grocery store.

What’s it matter? Eve asked. You’re getting used to it, at least.

I know. It’s not even bothering me like it used to. Plus, there was that whole sisterly bonding experience we just went through, so I guess maybe it wouldn’t even be a bad thing if I just accepted everything.

Thanks for that, by the way.

No problem. Maybe the two of us can actually get started helping you with your urge problem, thus curbing my urge problem.

Hey, don’t sell yourself short. Guy like Terry hangs around you so often, I woulda torn his clothes off and worked him like there was no tomorrow.

I’m not sure I needed to know that. And, honestly… It’s not easy not to do that.

Mike, you're scaring me.

I laughed. You? I’m scaring me!

So, say, hypothetically, what if you and Terry were to start dating?

I don’t know. I wanna say I’d have enough restraint to keep myself from just letting him take me, but at the same time, I don’t know. He’s… Gah, I hate that you’re making me do this. He’s great to look at, and he’s my best friend. He’d never take advantage of me, or anything, so I wouldn’t havta worry about that. I’d have to worry more about me than him.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand if he was right there for you to talk to now, perhaps there to talk to you?

Then I’d feel really fucking silly and probably nervous as hell. Good thing he’s no -

“Hey, Mike,” Terry said. Of course he was there. He looked at me, a smile on his face. A smile I wanted to hug and kiss more and more every day. There were those nerves I was talking about. “What are you doin’ here? Allie asked me to meet her here.”

“Allie asked you?”

“Yeah. Said she’d be here around this time.” He sat down beside me. “So, what are you doin’ here?”

I hugged my legs closer to me. “Oh, just… Allie asked me to come and then dumped me off to go out with her boyfriend.”

“I didn’t know she had a boyfriend.”

“Yeah. Ulrich, or something like that. He moved to the US last year. I only met him once, and I was a boy then. He didn’t even seem to notice me.”

“Oh, sorry about that.”

I shook my head. “Don’t worry about it. I don’t care if her boyfriends notice me.” I looked over at him. He looked kinda nervous sitting there, and of course I thought he looked outrageously cute looking nervous. I’m feeling that, not you, right? I asked Eve.

Well, we both are, but it’s coming more from you than me.

Okay, just wondering.

“You okay?” he asked.

I nodded. “Yeah, just asking Eve a question, is all.”

“How you gonna handle her at school, what with all those guys she’ll wanna fuck?”

Why is he asking that question? Eve demanded.

I ignored her. “It’ll be weird, but I should be able to manage it.” I had an urge to lean over onto him, but I did my best to ignore that, too. “I think Eve’s doing better at keeping herself under control, too.”

“Good.” He looked away from me, then turned back. “Are you wearing lipstick?”

Oh, goddamn me, why’d I forget that? “Uh, yeah. It was Allie’s insistence, she told me I was gonna wear makeup, and I told her I would only wear lipstick.”

“It looks good on you.”

I blushed. “Thanks. I was kinda nervous about it. Then Allie put it on me and I thought it looked stupid, then I sorta felt good about it. That sounds stupid, I know, but it’s… I can’t believe I’m saying this. It’s a girl thing.”

He smiled. “I believe it.”

I smiled at him. “Thanks.”

He put his arm across the bench, and this time I really couldn’t help myself. I snuggled up next to him, but I kept hugging my knees to my chest like I had been doing. All I really did was move closer to him, which didn’t seem to bother him. We sat there for awhile being silent, just watching the river together. I didn’t know moments like this could happen between me and anybody, let alone my best friend.

The sun was starting to go down when I realized I’d snuggled up closer to him. And at about that time, I realized that his arm had moved from the back of the bench to around me and I had no problems with it. Was this really how far I’d come? To not wanting guys to look at me to letting one put his arm around me? Granted, Terry wasn’t just any guy, I’d known him for years, confided hin him when all this had happened to me, won a cosplay competition with him. I felt warm with him holding me the way he was, but not “warm” as in the temperature sense.

I uncurled and snuggled even closer. For some reason, that just felt right, and I couldn’t figure out why. He didn’t seem to mind at all, and simply held me closer still. I could hear his heartbeat, hear the rhythm. It sounded so good. I’d only ever had one real girlfriend in my life, and she’d never wanted to be held the way I did now. How I’d gotten this far, I couldn’t know, but I had found that I was ready for something else, now.

I looked up into Terry’s eyes, he looked down at mine, and I pressed my lips to his. He forced my mouth open with his tongue, and I accepted it. He hugged me close, and I honestly felt like we could actually fuse into a single person, and I really wouldn’t have minded (though, in hindsight, that sounded odd). I moved on top of him, pressed myself against him. I didn’t feel like taking any clothes off, which was good, but I still wanted to be on him. The whole time, we never broke off the kiss.

He kept his one arm around me, his hand on my shoulder. His other hand moved, though. It started on my waist, moved to my hip, then found itself gripping my butt through my shorts. I reached down and moved it off of me, then finally broke off the kiss. “Hey, we were having a moment, and you are not ruining it by fondling me.”

We stared at each other for a second or two before we both burst into laughter. And the laughter led to another kiss, and the first real moment that I enjoyed being female.

Maybe let him fondle you again? It feels way better when it’s consensual.

It's been awhile, I know. That just seems to fucking happen more often than it should. Assuming you haven't read these chapters on TG Storytime yet, here they are.

There are some new characters introduced, a couple I probably should have mentioned that weren't, and some deep, important things going on. All the while, Kendra on The Curse 2 is fighting Satan's kid, seriously, the stakes here are significantly lower, it's almost funny.

Terry kissed me, his tongue submerged in my mouth. His hands were all over, pinching my nipples and squeezing whatever he could. I clung to him, incapable of going anywhere else, and not wanting to anyway. I was exactly where I needed to be. I wrapped my legs around his waist and did everything I could to feel his monster near my pussy.

One of his hands slid to my ass and squeezed, gently at first but then tighter. It almost made me yelp in pain, but that was quickly replaced by maddening arousal. His body was slippery with sweat, as was mine. I couldn’t wait for him to take me.

That was when I had a thought. I rolled us over, moving on top of him. I raised my body until I was positioning myself directly over his cock. I broke off the kiss and sat up straight, then began to lower myself onto his throbbing member. His hands reached for my breasts, and mine joined them.

It took no time for me to encase his cock inside me, and I felt wonderful doing it. I slid my fingers between his as we both gently squeezed my boobs, and I moaned loudly, almost verging on a scream. I had no clue I was this turned on. I leaned down on him, brought my mouth back to his and allowed him inside it once more, all the while sliding up and down his shaft.

Terry moved my hands away from my boobs so that he could focus on rubbing my insanely hard nipples. I obliged, if for no other reason than it felt better having his hands groping me than my own. I never knew how good it felt to have a man fondle you before now.

He surprised me by sitting us both up. While I worked his member with my pussy, he went to work doing something I wasn’t ready for but loved: He sucked each of my nipples in turn, going from one to the other and then back again. I held his head to my chest and tangled my fingers in his unkempt hair. The moans were closer and closer to screams now.

The motion on his shaft had done its work, and I actually screamed this time as his load shot into me and I came at about the same time. His tongue was doing wonders to my nipple, and pleasure ran through my entire body. I collapsed on top of him and landed on his back.

And then he spoke with Eve’s voice. “That was wonderful, but you have to wake up now.”

“Huh?”

***

I woke up drenched in sweat with my nightshirt almost plastered to me. I was breathing hard and it took me a second to realize that one hand was in my panties and the other was under my shirt and both had just succeeded in giving me the most intense wet dream of my life. Or maybe I’d played with myself because of the wet dream? Either way, it was… Yeah.

I got out of bed, washed my hands and changed my clothes. After that, I grabbed my phone, dropped back down on my bed and texted Terry.

Had a dream of U, I texted him. I didn’t expect him to reply, but I needed to tell him. Sure, we were dating now, but going from innocent succubus dreams about trying to have sex with him to a full-blown sex dream was still a weird and big step. With a grin that Eve would be proud of, I added, It was hot.

I set my phone down on my night stand and covered up again. I prayed I wouldn’t have another dream, because I didn’t want to change clothes twice just before I went to school. I specifically said to Eve, Nothing sexual, okay?

To my surprise, she pulled the covers off of me and crawled into bed with me. “I didn’t do that, you did.”

I sighed. “Of course, you’d tell me that.”

“Hey, I’m not joking.” She snuggled herself in. “You’re crazier for Terry than I thought you were.”

I rolled my eyes. “You’re sure it’s not because there’s a sex demon in my skull?”

She intertwined her fingers with mine. “Well, okay, it’s possible, and not at all unlikely, but a part of the reason is your own attraction to Terry. Especially since you crossed the line from friends to boyfriend/girlfriend.”

“How does this part work now?”

She smiled. “Are you saying you’ve never had a girlfriend?”

“Had, yes. Been, no.”

“It’s not all that different, except that what with being stuck with me for now, you’ll be in a crazy state of wanting to be on top and wanting him on top of you. Kinda like the dream, where you flipped him over and rode him.”

I rolled onto my back. “And when we’re just being boyfriend and girlfriend, not trying to fuck each other?”

She put her arm around me. “You did just fine making out with him last night without being tempted to rip his clothes off, how hard will it be after that?”

I giggled nervously. “You… Uh… You don’t know how hard it was just to kiss him last night.” I played with my hair a little. “I took this step too fast, didn't I?”

She shook her head. “No, no way. This is good for both of us. Get through today without incident, we’ll be fine.”

“I just… I feel like I’m doing the right thing, because I really do care about Terry, but at the same time, something feels really weird about it.”

Eve climbed on top of me. “Awwwwwwww, you're in love!”

I blushed. “I don't… I’m not sure!”

She booped me on the nose. “Love. Like, one hundred percent love. It's not surprising or wrong. Terry’s your best friend and now you’re just taking a step a few girls do where they date their best male friend. I’ve never had male friends that I didn’t fuck right away, so I don’t know how it feels, but I have had boyfriends before that I fell head over heels in love with, it just always ended up not working out.”

I asked, “So what if we break up?”

She shook her head. “No way. You two are too close. If he’s not your soul mate, neither of you have one, you’re just too perfect for each other.”

I sighed. “You’re sure?”

She giggled. “You do realize you’re basically asking the little voice in your head whether or not you and your boy toy will be together forever, right?”

I poked her in the forehead. “You are an awful influence on me. I would have never been this much of a girl if not for you.”

“You wouldn’t be a girl at all if not for me, and then you and Terry would just be two dudes hanging out that everybody thought was gay.”

I giggled. “Yeah, now if anybody finds out about us, they’ll never think we weren’t gay before. One of us became a girl just so we could date.”

“Well, that’s not the only reason. I’m a pretty good reason one of you’s a girl.”

I nodded. “Yeah, now let’s go to sleep, okay? And hopefully have no more dreams.” Much to my surprise, she was already asleep, her face buried in my boobs. I hugged her. “Night night, Eve.” I closed my eyes and drifted back to sleep within moments.

***

“Ooh!” Allie said as she held up a tiny pink skirt. “You should totally wear this.” She set the skirt down with a white tank top with really thin straps that wouldn’t cover half of a bra strap together, let alone separately. “You’ll look great.”

“Do I havta wear a skirt?” I asked.

“I thought you didn’t have a problem with them?”

“I don’t really, but I’m still nervous about wearing them in public.”

“Well, your first day of school is probably the best day to get used to it.”

I took the skirt and looked at it. “It’ll barely cover anything.”

“It’ll cover enough for school guidelines. Besides, isn’t Eve like totally locked in on getting you to fuck Terry now that you two are official?”

“She’s being good about it. She’s not being overt or anything, it’s mostly just subtle.”

Allie patted me on the back. “That’s progress, little sister.” She picked up the top and held it in front of me, sizing me up in it. “And a regulation amount of cleavage from this top.”

“Regulation? Are there rules for how much cleavage you can show at high school?”

She laughed. “Duh! You don’t want people thinking you’re a slut or anything.”

But I am… Eve said demurely.

You were. We’re doing good, remember?

Right. Yeah. Thanks, Mike.

I said that for me as much as I did for you, honestly.

I slid the skirt up my legs. It really did cover up more than I thought it would. “You’re right about that,” I said. “How do I look?” I looked myself over in my mirror. “Not too flashy, right?”

Allie giggled. “Gee, you sound a lot like I did whenever I was asking you for opinions. I guess my fashion sense was hereditary.”

I stuck my tongue out at her. “At least I’m not worried about my butt looking too big.” Of course, I wasn’t asking about it, but I was looking to see if my butt did look too big thanks to the skirt. Now it would be bugging me all day. Goddamnit, I was becoming too much of a girl.

I pulled the top on and looked at myself again. I honestly felt I was showing too much cleavage, but then again, in public as a girl was still a little freaky for me, even though I’d done it a few times before and won a cosplay contest. Public displays of Mikaela shouldn't still be bothering me, really.

“Now we need to find you some shoes…” Allie said as she walked over to my closet. “Something cute and interesting…”

“Sandals,” I said. “You’re gonna try and steer me to heels, and I’m gonna outright say no right now.”

She rolled her eyes. “I wasn’t gonna do that. You don’t even own any heels.” She found a pair of white sandals and handed them to me. “There.”

I sat down and slid the sandals on. “Don’t you need to get going? Your classes start today, too, don’t they?”

She nodded. “Yeah, but I can just use magical girl magic to teleport. I do it all the time. It’s how I got home the day Mom called and told me you were possessed by Eve.”

“I’d always wondered about that.”

She pulled my desk chair over to me and rustled around in her purse for a second. She pulled out a tube of lipstick. “Ready?”

I took it from her. “I wanna try putting it on this time.” I reached into her purse and grabbed her little makeup mirror. I pressed the tube to my lips and traced it across my lips like I’d seen Allie do last night. It wasn't difficult, even without Eve’s little nudges. When I was done, my lips were a pleasant shade of red. I was actually beginning to like wearing lipstick.

I handed Allie back the lipstick tube and her mirror and grabbed my bookbag. I wasn't outright ready for school, but I was one step closer than I had been before I was dressed. Now all I had to do was get through the day.

***

Getting through the day wasn't going to be as easy as I thought. The time I was able to spend with Terry was nice, though fleeting. I’d have to wait until after school to actually have quality boyfriend time. Disappointing, but not unexpected. Most of what I had to deal with was being stared at by nearly every guy (and some girls) in the school.

Luckily I managed to make it until gym without any real incidents. It was the pheromone sweating that caused me aggravation there. Nearly every guy was around me trying to sniff and/or grab me. I was grateful when gym was over and I could wash off all the pheromone sweat.

“What the fuck are you doing in my stall, whore?” I heard Casey Vasquez say to that girl who’d been staring at my boobs when we were changing. I heard her start laying into Casey as I walked out of the locker room. Good. The bitch deserved to be chewed out.

You mean that in the “verbal beatdown” sense and not the oral sex way, right? Eve asked.

Duh. I don't wanna see her get eaten out, that’d be just gross. Not that I wouldn't object to being eaten out.

Ooh, you're getting kinkier.

And it's your fault, be happy.

I felt like talking to that girl and I knew Terry would be along any second to be a good boyfriend, so I waited outside the locker room. Luckily, I didn't have to wait long, because she was the first person after me out of the locker room.

“I would not have been able to do to that bitch what you just did,” I said as I sat down on the floor.

The girl shrugged. “I dealt with cunts like her at my old school,” she said, nodding toward the door, where Casey was walking out, “she’s no big deal. I never told you my name.” She held out her hand for a handshake. “I’m Kendra.”

I shook her hand. “Mikaela, but my boyfriend and my best friend call me Mike.” Really mostly Terry. Mindy was calling me Girl most of the time now. Or still Mikey.

Kendra whistled. “Ooh, boyfriend?” I couldn't tell if she was jealous or dismissive.

Either way, the second I caught sight of Terry, I smiled. “There he is.” Then I stood up.

He hugged me as soon as we were close enough. “Hey, Mikey,” he said as he leaned in to kiss me. When we broke off, he looked at Kendra. “Oh, hi, Ken.”

I was confused now. “You two know each other?”

He motioned to her. “Oh, yeah, this is Ken Brewster.”

“The guy from Dr. Santos’ office that kept staring at my boobs?” Well, that explained the locker room earlier.

She blushed. “Can I help it if you’ve got a great rack?”

I rolled my eyes. That really explained earlier. “Please, I get enough of that from Mindy.” Terry and I broke off the hug sooner than I wanted to. He kept his arm around me. “So, are you possessed by a magic sex demon, too?”

I’m the only one who’s ever possessed a boy. I think. I’ll havta get back to yo…

What?

Nothing. I thought I saw somebody I recognized.

“Magic… Sex demon?” Kendra asked, bringing me back to reality.

I nodded. “I’m sharing headspace with a succubus.”

Terry added, “And her sister’s a magical girl.”

I elbowed him lightly in the stomach. He just laughed. Kendra said nothing. “So, Kendra, we should hang out sometime. Maybe bond over what it's like to be girls who used to be boys.”

She looked almost snapped out of a daze, and looked surprised. “Wait, you were a guy?” she asked.

I shushed her. “Keep it down! Yeah, I was, and like I said, we’ll havta bond over it sometime.” I put my arms around Terry again. “Right now, since school’s officially over for the day, I wanna go have fun with my boyfriend.”

She smiled. “No problem. You two seem like a cute couple. See ya later.”

After she was gone, Terry asked, “How did we not hook up earlier when everybody seems to get it?”

***

“I won't let you get away with this, Mikaela Cross,” Terry said. “I simply won’t.”

I giggled. “Oh, think I’ve already gotten away with it,” I said as I pushed my ass into his crotch suggestively. “Just because I’m a girl doesn't mean I’m not the reigning skeeball champion!”

And I tossed the ball in the center hole and added to my already significantly higher score. Terry groaned and dropped his pen and paper down on the table beside him. I just smiled and gave him a peck on the cheek. He stepped up to take his next shot and I stepped back and gazed in awe at the crowd we’d managed to cook up.

The school had a small room full of old outdated arcade and fairground games, so the majority of the student body was watching us play. There was one girl in particular watching us - specifically me - the whole time. She barely took her eyes off me. I couldn't tell if she was a lesbian or just… Weird.

I put her out of my mind and grabbed the notepad and the pen. Terry didn't increase his score enough to get close to worrying me, but he was actually starting to make points.

Gerry and Mindy were standing at the front of the crowd, cheering us on. Gerry cheering for Terry (ha) and Mindy cheering for me. I think this was the first time I understood all that Girl Power bullshit.

My turn again. Terry gave me a kiss, then said, “No grinding your ass on me this time.”

“Awww, but it felt nice.”

He smiled. “Yeah, on my end, too, but I had a stiffie that turn.”

I giggled. “Good, it worked.”

Twenty minutes later and Terry was driving me home after I whupped his ass at skeeball. He was an amazingly fair loser. Then again, I think he was just curbing his competitiveness because he lost to his girlfriend, which was sweet regardless.

I rested my head against his shoulder as he drove. It was only a six minute drive from school to my house, but I wanted to be close to him. He rubbed his head against mine.

Then my thoughts drifted to that girl. She kept watching us the whole time, mostly me. I wondered what her deal was. Then that led me to thinking about Eve. I’d been performing suggestive actions on my boyfriend the whole game and she hadn't thought a word.

Hey, what's up? I asked her.

Nothing, just… That kind of day.

I was concerned now. Whaddya mean? Is this something I should be worried about?

I don't know yet. I’m hoping not, though.

I was starting to worry now.

I gave Terry a kiss as I got out of his car. He gave me a squeeze on the ass, which I allowed today as opposed to last night. He was happy.

I gave Mom a hug before she left to go to work, then I walked upstairs to bedroom to change into my comfort clothes. I dropped my bookbag on my bed and kicked my sandals off to feel the floor on my bare feet. I dropped onto my bed and breathed a sigh of relief that I’d gotten through my first day of school as a girl, made a new acquaintance and managed not to tear Terry’s clothes off and fuck him in the hallway during class.

And then a voice I never heard before said, “Nice host you’ve taken, little sister.” I sat up and saw that girl from before, standing in my bedroom with a smirk on her face. “You're probably getting quite a lot of meat with this one.”

~o~O~o~

The girl stood there with her hands on her hips and just kept smiling. I didn't recognize her in the slightest, so why she called me “little sister”, I couldn't figure out. Was she delusional? How had she gotten in my house? Who the hell was she?!

She wasn't talking to you, she was talking to me, Eve said. Can I have control for a second?

You have a sister?!

We’re not biologically related. I’m the only kid my mom has had, but Abigail was raised by my mom. We're as close as you and Allie, though. Lemme take over, okay?

***

This being only the second time I’d taken complete control of Mike’s body (not counting times she was asleep so that I could masturbate physically, of course), I was a tiny bit disoriented, but that didn't last long as I focused on Abigail.

Just based on the shirt she was wearing, I could tell she’d modified her host’s bust size. She was wearing a skirt, so I couldn't outright tell if she’d changed anything below the waist. I wouldn't be surprised, though. Abbie liked her hosts having big butts, because she thought the key to a man’s cock was something big to grab hold of when he’s fucking you from behind.

I folded my arms across my chest. “What do you want, Abbie?”

She walked over to me and tried to hug me, but I pushed her aside. I wasn't in the mood for a hug. “Well,” she said, “is it that time if the month, little sis?”

“What are you here for?”

She reached into her purse and pulled out some chewing gum. “Straight to the point. You lose your sense of humor, Evie?”

“No, but that doesn't mean I want you here.”

She laughed, then sat down on Mike’s bed. “Cute host, you’ve got. Was she a D-cup before you took over?”

I rolled my eyes. “It’s not what you think.”

“Oh, I saw that boyfriend of yours. Did she have him before you took over, or is she in for a surprise when you let her go?”

I stood there and glared at her. “Get out. This isn't what you think, and I don't wanna talk.”

She stood up and poked me in the boob. “Oh, we’re gonna talk, Li’l Evie. Mom isn't too happy with you leaving without telling us. She’s definitely not happy with you taking a host without registering her. Now when you leave her, any of us can possess her and find your baggage left behind.”

What the hell is she talking about? Mike asked.

It’s… Weird. I’ll tell you later when I can manifest.

I swatted her hand away. “I didn't register her because nobody else is gonna possess her. Mike’s a good person who doesn't deserve us screwing with her life.”

Abbie grabbed me by the head. “You’re right about her not deserving us. Goddess, could you have picked a plainer host? Put some sexy on her, at least.”

I have a boyfriend, I’m sexy enough! Mike shouted. I couldn't blame her. What with being my host, I felt like Mike was plenty sexy, and all the attention Terry was giving her pretty much confirmed that. Can I please punch this bitch’s lights out?

I’d love nothing more, but my family reunions would then be a nightmare.

I pushed Abbie away from me. “Shut it and get out,” I said, “Mike’s mom will be home soon.”

“No, I saw you hugging her and then she left wearing work clothes. We’ve got a good few hours, so let's catch up.”

“I don't want to. I want to rest.”

She looked disappointed. “You don't even want to fuck the boyfriend? Li’l Evie… You're not starting to get romantic feelings for that meat stick, are you?”

“I’m not, no,” I half-truthed. Of course, Mike’s emotions affected me, too.

“Good. Remember that viking turd you used to date? I was so happy when you dumped him.”

I sighed. “Whatever, just leave.”

She shook her head. “Not until you tell me why nobody's gonna possess her after you're done with her.”

I crossed my arms over my chest again. “Nobody will, just understand that.”

She grabbed my by the shoulders. “No. You didn't, did you?”

I looked away. “I don't know what you mean, but it's probably wrong.”

She turned my head to face her again. “You possessed a really plain girl and your sex drive’s diminished, hasn't it?”

Well. I was right, she was wrong. She was very wrong, but if I said yes, maybe she’d leave. “That's it, actually,” I said.

She hugged me tight. “Oh, Li’l Evie… Why didn't you just say so? Hurry up with her boyfriend and get back to the realm so that we can get you back to normal, okay? I’ll tell Mom, and get her off your case.”

I sighed. “Yeah, thanks, now can you please go?”

She rolled her eyes. “Fine, but tomorrow we have sister time, understand?”

I nodded. “Yeah. Tomorrow.”

***

When Eve gave me my body back, I opened my eyes to see her hugging her knees to her chest, rocking back and forth on the beanbag chair I had in the corner of my room. I was lying down in bed, I guess because Eve thought that made the switch over easier.

“Abigail’s my sister,” she started, “we’re not biologically related, if you can say that about incorporeal sex demons, but my mom raised both of us, so we're really close.”

I nodded. “You said that before.”

“Whenever we leave our realm to possess humans, we have to pick our humans before we go out. We then have to register that human so other succubi don’t possess them later, because a human possessed by multiple succubi will lose her mind from all the personalities in one body. You’ve already noticed the slight mental changes you’ve suffered because of me.”

“I haven't suffered, really.”

“Only because we’ve been helping each other adapt. If I was taking control of you on a constant basis, there would be very little of Boy Mike left. If you think you’ve changed now, just know that pink would be your favorite color and you would never wear pants again. Very likely you wouldn't wear panties, either, but I’m getting over that.”

I got up and dropped onto the beanbag chair with her. I remembered back when I was a guy and Terry and I barely had enough room to sit on it together. I put my arm around Eve and hugged her close. “What happens tomorrow?” I asked.

She leaned her head against my shoulder. “I tell her the truth. She won’t be happy, but I don't care.”

I didn't know what to say. Eve and I both wanted her to reach her goal, to stop needing sex, and I felt she was getting close to succeeding. Her sister finding out about her could make the whole thing come crashing down.

***

“Hey, Mom, how was work?” I asked as Mom walked in the kitchen door. She looked like she wanted to laugh as she saw me wearing an apron and cooking. “What? I thought it would be a good thing to cook tonight.”

“The apron is a little out there, but I appreciate the thought.” She took a bite of the not-yet-finished spaghetti. Mom loved raw hamburger, which was just disgusting. “You didn't break anything earlier and this is to make up for it, is it?”

I rolled my eyes. “I haven't done that since I was fourteen.”

“You turned sixteen three weeks ago.”

“Meaning it’s been a couple years. But, no. I just felt like cooking, is all.”

She smirked and set her purse down on the dining room table. “I was a teenage girl once, too. I know every trick for trying to avoid your mother’s suspicions.” She leaned forward against the countertop. “Spill it, young lady? Is the boyfriend hiding somewhere nearby?”

Before I could say no, Terry called down from upstairs, “No, I’m not!”

Mom started giggling. I turned beet red. “Is it okay if Terry stays for dinner?” I asked meekly.

She called up to him, “Get down here and help your girlfriend cook, Mr. Hughes!”

He came downstairs and asked, “How’d you find out?”

Mom patted him on the shoulder. “You were a little too quiet.”

He walked over to me and kissed me on the cheek, then got started helping me by washing the dishes that had already been used. Mom watched us with a very pleased smile on her face.

***

“I admit,” Mom said, “Allie didn't come up with it herself. I did the same thing with your uncle Thomas and his first wife, Annabelle.” She forked up some spaghetti into her mouth. “We were in college, I was pregnant with Allie, and Anna and I were sitting around our dorm room, so I called Thomas while she was in the shower and then I took her to the campus commons and left her there.”

I scooped up a meatball. “It wouldn't have bothered me so much except that Allie left me at a park six miles from home,” I said through food. “If Terry didn't have a car, we woulda been stranded all night.”

Terry laughed. “If I didn't have a car, we wouldn't be a couple, probably. I wouldn't have gotten to the park.”

I jabbed the air with my fork. “Hey, no talk like that.”

He ruffled my hair. “Of course not.”

Mom sighed. “How you two haven't been dating for years, I’ll never understand.”

I plopped a meatball in my mouth. “I was a boy before.”

“She wasn't cute enough until the sex demon helped her along,” Terry said with a smirk. I knew he was joking, but it meant one less fondle or kiss. He’d be fine with that, though, the understanding monster.

Granted, he wasn't wrong, either. I was a straight male before last week, and he still is. Neither of us would have considered asking the other out because it would have disgusted us. Sure, it was Eve’s influence on me, but now I wondered why I’d ever felt that way. It was almost hilarious how much my thoughts had changed.

I felt something on my foot. No way… He was not playing footsies with me! Why was he doing it with Mom at the table?! I peeked under the table and saw that I was right, he was playing footsies with me!

Ooh, he wants more fun after dinner, Eve said, some play in her voice after her run in with her sister. I was grateful she was getting back to normal.

Mom seemed to realize what was going on. “I’ll leave you two to finish your dinner,” she said as she stood up and took her plate into the kitchen.

Terry and I just sat there giggling at one another.

***

I woke up the next morning very confused because it was me waking up, not Mike. I didn't get it. I tried to talk to her, but I couldn't hear anything in my head. Was something wrong? Mikey? C’mon, say something. Still nothing. I was worried now.

Mike’s mom walked past the bedroom. For a brief moment, I wasn't sure if I should tell her. Then my common sense took over and I damn near leapt from the bed.

“Baby, what's the matter?” she asked.

“Mike’s not talking and I don't know why I’m in control!” I said nearly every word at the same time. The look on her face told me I needed to speak clearer. “I’m Eve, Mike’s not talking, and I don't know why this is happening,” I said a little slower.

She looked scared now. “She’s not talking at all?”

I shook my head. “I don't know what's going on or why.”

She led me back into Mike’s room and started pulling clothes out of Mike’s dresser. “Okay, maybe when you get Mike’s body to school, she’ll wake up. Maybe yesterday was a little too exhausting for her.” She handed me the clothes. “Just get to school, get to Terry or Mindy.”

“Really? Go to school?”

She put a hand on my shoulder. “I remember from when I was possessed that a succubus could be overpowered by going somewhere and being with people that are close to you. Mike has always loved school because she’s surrounded by friends.”

I hugged the clothes to my chest. “School also has dozens of boys I’d have no problems taking my clothes off for, and Terry gets that Mike fucking another guy would probably be me giving into urges.”

She groaned. “I know, he’s far too understanding, but that’s what he's there for. Hopefully, Mike kicks back in before anything bad happens.”

I nodded. “I have this really bad feeling that my sister showing up yesterday caused this.”

“Your sister?”

“Yeah. Sorry, it would take a little while to explain it, but she kinda got me uneasy, and I may have somehow suppressed Mike because of it.”

Mike’s mom did the most surprising thing and hugged me. “I know this wasn't your fault, so don't blame yourself. You’ll help Mike back, don’t worry.”

I felt tears well up in my eyes. I’d spoken so little to Mike’s mom, and she believed in my more than my own did. I wish I had a mom this nice.

***

I remembered from yesterday that Mike’s first class was completely friend-free. It was… English class. I’d havta manage for one hour without Terry or Mindy. I could do that, I think. One hour…

I took Mike’s seat and almost wanted to leave right away. I’d completely forgotten Mike shared English class with half the outrageously well-built basketball team. I would have thought they would want to keep themselves less muscular and more built for running and jumping, but nope, and that meant I couldn't keep my eyes off them without a lot of focus.

C’mon, Mike. We're at school, you need to keep your grades up.

The teacher, thankfully, didn't seem to notice that I was struggling with the lesson. Maybe Mike wasn't as good a student as I thought she was? Then again, I was only struggling because there was tasty looking meat in the room.

No. I couldn't think of them like that. I needed to focus, ignore the gorgeous boys and get to work finding out how to get Mike conscious.

“Mikaela,” the teacher said. I almost didn't look up. “Your essay?”

Shit, Mike had to turn in an essay. How had I forgotten that? I reached in the bookbag and looked around for it, but I couldn't find anything that even looked like an essay. Shit, again. “My dog ate it,” I blurted out, almost in a hurry.

Why in the moist barrel of fucks did I say that?

The teacher sighed as everyone else laughed. “You’re lucky we’re early in the year, you’ll have until the end of the week to get it in.”

I nodded. “Yes, sir.” Luckily, the laughter died down shortly after that and class got back to normal. I felt embarrassed as all hell, but I’d managed to talk without making suggestive comments. Maybe, maybe, I could do this.

***

I spotted Terry at his locker and damn near ran to get over to him. “Oh, hey, babe,” he said as I came up to him.

“Not babe, Eve.”

He looked confused. “Where’s Mike?”

I shrugged. “I don't know, I can't get her to wake up.”

“And you came to school? Your sex drive is probably through the roof right now.”

I rolled my eyes. “Don’t make me think of it, I was in the restroom a little bit ago and wanted to start fingering myself when Becky Horowitz was telling Angie Carter about the ‘amazing’ oral that her boyfriend had given her this morning when they got to school.”

He looked like he wanted to burst into laughter. I glared at him.

“Okay, so what can we do to get Mike back?”

I shook my head. “I don't know. Mike’s mom said that Mike should be able to overpower me if I spend time around you and Mindy while we’re here. So far, though, I haven't felt her wake up.”

He scratched at his chin. “It’s not because of all the kissing and fondling last night, is it?”

I leaned back against the locker beside his. “I don't know. I doubt it, because you two were doing that at lunch yesterday.”

“Is it that sister of yours Mike was telling me about?”

I shook my head. “Doubtful.” I hit the locker lightly with my head. “She didn't even know I wasn't outright controlling Mike.”

He shut his locker and leaned sideways against it. “Any magical beings you can call? Allie, maybe?”

“Allie probably couldn't do anything. Magical girl magic can only destroy succubi, erasing our essence from the realm.” I pulled Mike’s phone from my pocket. “I guess… There’s one person I can call, but he might not be available.”

“Who?”

“My ex, Loki.”

***

Loki sat down at the table across from us wearing a pair of sunglasses. He looked like he had a hangover, or something. “Okay, Eve, what do you want?” He loomed over at Terry. “Who’s this guy?”

I answered, “My host’s boyfriend, Terry. And my host is what you’re here for. She's gone completely quiet and I can't bring her back out.” I watched him pour himself a cup of coffee. “Are you hungover?”

He glared at me through the sunglasses. “I had to lose a drinking contest to help my sister yesterday, so I fucked with my alcohol tolerance to pass out early. It made the hangover worse when I fixed myself.”

“You don't have a sister.”

“That's what you think.” He took a drink of his coffee. “So whaddya want, exactly? Isn't taking your host over the point of being a succubus?”

I sighed. “I let Mikaela stay in control because I only possessed her to calm my sex drive so that I can get out of the succubus business.”

He stopped pouring the coffee and lowered his sunglasses a little. “You want to stop being a succubus? Holy shit, I never thought I’d see the day.”

I rolled my eyes. “Shut it and help me.”

He finished pouring his coffee. “I can't. Your magic is so much different than mine, that the only thing I can do is pull you out and see if your host is even still in there.”

Abbie’s voice said, “Oh, she's in there.” She sat down beside Loki. “I just hid her away.”

~o~O~o~

Loki groaned first. “Oh, for chrissakes. I’m not getting into another family spat between you two.”

Terry asked, “Another?”

My eyes never left Abbie’s smiling face. I wanted to strangle her. To drag her back to Mom and demand the two of them leave my life alone. She had no right to do this to Mike or me. It’s like she went out of her way to make sure she screwed with my life.

Of course, she probably did, and going to Mom and demanding them out of my life would be more trouble than it would ever be worth. I couldn’t blame Loki for not wanting to be in the middle of this. I didn’t want to be in the middle of this.

“Oh, my dear, sweet little sister,” Abbie said, reaching for Terry’s food tray and taking some french fries, “you really think I was fooled by the whole host thing? You didn’t register her, you had a motive that you didn't want Mom or I to find out about.”

Terry asked, “Is she your sister?” Kinda stating the obvious, but I was barely paying attention to him or Loki. I guess I couldn’t blame him. Three of the people at the table knew who everyone was. “What did you do to Mikaela?” he demanded.

“I’ll let her go as soon as Evie explains what’s going on.” She leaned back in her seat. “And maybe without too much fuss.”

I stood up, palms against the table. “This is bullshit, Abbie. Let Mike free, now.”

She kept smile that damn smile. “Now, now, now. Don’t think you're holding all the cards here. I can let little Mikey out of the cage I locked her in pretty soon, if you tell me why your host still has so much control.”

I groaned, somewhat loudly. She wasn't going to let me or Mike out of this without an explanation. But I couldn't tell her, because that would put us in deeper shit than this already was. She had me between a rock and a hard place and I didn't even want to turn that into an innuendo.

“I won’t,” I said, firmly.

Abbie made a tsk sound. “Shame. Damn shame. Now, when you're done with her, she’ll be a horny vegetable. Oh well, since all you wanna do is waste my time, I’ll be going.”

Before she even stood halfway up, I walked around the table and pushed her back into her chair. “No.” I folded my arms under my breasts. “You’re going to fix this.”

She was still smiling. Could nothing stop her from doing that? “Listen little sister, there’s nothing you can say that’ll make me ‘fix’ anything.” She leaned back in her chair and propped her feet up on the table. “Well, not true. You can tell me one thing: You can tell me why.”

“You don’t need to know.”

“But you need that little host of yours to come out unscathed, and that won’t happen unless you tell me.”

Goddamnit. She was intent on this and all we were doing was a damn run around. Maybe it was time I took a page from Mike’s book and just go with it. Abbie was gonna find out eventually, anyway. She wouldn't be okay with it and the rift between Mom and I would almost certainly get bigger, but if it meant getting Mike back, I needed to do it.

I looked over at Terry and I could tell he was probably thinking the same thing. I couldn’t blame him, he just wanted his girlfriend slash best friend back. He seriously had the purest motive here. Well, aside from Loki, who didn’t really look like he cared one way or the other. Granted, I’d dragged him into this, so I guess that made sense.

“Fine,” I said, “you wanna know? I want out. I don't want to be a succubus anymore.”

She wasn't smiling anymore. “What?”

“I wanna be a normal girl, living a normal life. Fucking every day is boring and I’m just done with it.”

Her eyes were wide as saucers. “No. You’re not serious.”

“I am.”

She stood up. “Why?!”

I shook my head. “I told you why, now let Mike have control again.”

“Just a second, this… This is big shit, okay? Does Mom know?”

“No.”

“Why would you ever want to stop being a succubus? We have amazing lives, both on and off the bed, occasionally at the same time.”

I sighed. “Look, I need more. Sex can’t be all I live for. I wanna have a real relationship with a guy, like Mike and Terry have together. I wanna relationship with Mom like Mike has with hers, not the shitty ‘See you when I’m not busy/You’re a disappointment’ thing I have with her now.”

If Abbie was capable of speech right now, I’d probably hear an earful, but what I’d just told her left her so dumbfounded she couldn’t even open her mouth. Terry was either impressed or feeling sorry for me (I kinda liked that; being one half of his girlfriend had a benefit or two), but otherwise just sat there with a look on his face. Loki looked like he wanted to leave.

He stood up. “Eve, Abbie, it’s been fun getting reacquainted, but I’ve got class in… Oh, about seven minutes ago, and I need to be on the other side of the country. See ya some other time.”

He turned toward the nearby wall and walked into it, probably using one of those secret pathways he’d never let me know about when we were dating, the dork. I wondered if that sister he talked about knew how to use them, or if she was even real.

Abbie finally got her voice back about a minute later. “Look, I’m… I’m gonna forget about the whole thing you just said, for both our sake’s, okay? Your host should be fine when you leave her, just… Just let’s forget all of this.”

Terry stood up. “Forget it?” He grabbed her top by the closest thing to a collar she had, which just so happened to be the spaghetti straps that were barely covering her bra straps. I was fairly certain if any of the faculty saw this, it may be considered sexual harassment. “This is my best friend we’re talking about.”

Naturally (and to be honest, if Terry didn’t have the best point in the world, I wouldn’t have blamed her for doing this), Abbie slapped him. “Don’t do that again, punk, I do know more magical beings than just Loki, and I could have your ass turned into a newt if you don’t behave.”

I sighed. I had one card left to play, and playing it would probably ruin almost every goddamn thing I wanted to accomplish for myself, but it would get Mike free. I didn’t have a whole lot of a choice, really. “If you don’t do it, I’ll go to Mom and tell her you’ve broken the laws governing succubi relations by hurting my host.”

She brushed a lock of hair away from her face. “Bullshit. You didn’t want Mom or I to know about you and Mikey there, anyway, like hell you’d go to her because of me.”

“Then let Mike go, and you won’t havta worry about it.”

Abbie stood there, her eyes unblinking and full of probably the most fury I’d ever seen in them, and I once made her possess a fat lesbian that no guys would let touch them with a ten foot pole. Clearly everything about what she’d just learned had pissed her off something fierce.

She rolled her eyes, which glowed for a second. “Fine. Your host is still repressed, but she can talk to you. But I am telling Mom about this, and we will be having a discussion. After that, maybe Mom lets your host go, maybe she turns her into a cock-hungry maniac, I don’t know or care, but I know she won’t be happy with you wanting to leave the family business.”

I was about to protest, but she just up and disappeared, an upper level succubi technique I still hadn’t learned, and honestly didn’t want to learn. It was creepy as fuck. Terry looked about as unnerved, and I couldn’t blame him.

But I had more important things to worry about. Mike? You there?

I breathed a sigh of relief when I heard her ask, Have I told you I hate your sister?

I turned to Terry. “She’s back,” I said, which prompted him to smile. “Now, I havta deal with the hard part.”

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, don’t you dare fuck Terry in the middle of the cafeteria!

I rolled my eyes. Jeez, have you suddenly become me while you’re back there?

I haven’t been able to talk for like four hours. I wanted a joke.

***

I dropped Mike’s bookbag on the floor by her bed and collapsed onto the bed itself shortly after that. Great. I had to talk to my mom. I had to tell Mom what I was doing. There was nothing about that situation that I liked. It would probably be the hardest thing I’d ever done in my life.

See, if I’d said that, you would have left an innuendo.

I know. I wish we were reversed so that I could drop an innuendo right now.

Well, look, we’re in this situation now, and we need to figure out how to deal with it. What’s your mom most likely to do when she finds out you wanna stop being a succubus?

Probably wanna rip me from your body and turn you into a sex crazed zombie or some shit like that. She’s not really Mom-of-the-Year material. And being the first succubus, she’s kinda super protective about our trade. That’s why I was afraid to tell her anything until after I’d conquered my sex drive.

This… This isn’t gonna end well, will it?

Probably not. In fact, if either of us can stand up straight without trying to grind against a wall, we’ll be lucky.

I heard Mike sigh. I should blame you, but this isn’t your fault.

Yeah it is. If it wasn’t for me, you’d be a regular guy not knowing anything about magic or succubi. In two weeks, you’ve become a girl, discovered magical girls exist, met a Norse god and gotten a boyfriend. Explain how any of this isn’t my fault.

Okay, that… Um… Can you tell me how to manifest myself for you see? This is kinda a moment that would be best if I wasn’t a disembodied voice.

I looked around a second. I don’t….I don’t actually think about it. I just picture myself in the room with you, and poof I’m there.

It took a few minutes, but Mike finally figured out what to do, and appeared in front of me. She didn’t exactly seem to realize which way to look, as she walked directly over to the bean bag chair in the corner.

“Okay, Eve, I’m being serious here. None of this is your fault. Yeah, you turned me into a girl, I’ve made peace with that, it was actually kinda easy to do that when it was painfully obvious nothing was going to change me back.” She rubbed at her arm. “I know that just sounds like me trying to cheer you up, and that is important, but I’m much, much better off how I am now. Maybe I’m just a pushover, maybe I wanted to be a girl so secretly that I didn’t even realize it myself, but it doesn’t matter, I’m better this way.” She pointed at where she must have thought I was sitting. “So all you’ve really done is make things better for me. Your sister is the one who’s got me trapped in here and forcing you to talk to your mom when you don’t want to, you didn’t cause that.”

I sat up. “Mike, that’s… That’s all really sweet and heartwarming, but you’re… Um… Kinda not facing me.”

She turned around and realized I was sitting on the bed. I saw embarrassment flash across her face, but she just nervously giggled and said, “I knew that!” She cleared her throat. “Look, I’m here for you, we’re gonna get through this, and your mom’s either gonna understand or not, but we do have an ace in the hole.”

I sighed. “What?”

“Allie. We have a magical girl on our side. And, if all else fails, your ex is a Norse god. He could at least intimidate her, even if he couldn’t do anything to fix this, right?”

I shook my head. “No. You’re aware of what, technically, a succubus is, right? Sex demon. My mom was Satan’s wife, for fuck’s sake.”

“Whuh?”

“Yeah, I’m not kidding. He’s not my dad, but my mom has been as close to Satan as anyone literally can be.”

Mike glared at me. “You have never mentioned that.”

“I didn’t think it was important.”

“Really?!”

“Calm down, calm down.” I hugged my knees to my chest. “My point is, Loki’s on a different hierarchy of magic than my mom, and hers is higher than his. Same with Allie, neither her nor the magical girl society is powerful enough to touch my mom.”

She looked like she’d just lost most of her hope. “So… This really is bad.”

“Mostly.”

“I don’t care. It’s still not your fault.”

I sat lied back on the bed. “You might not feel that way after you meet my mom.”

***

I took a deep breath and let it out almost instantly. This was going to be a fucking nightmare. The fact that my reflection looked terrified didn’t help one goddamn bit. I needed to find something to calm myself down, and unlike almost every other teenager, Mike didn’t have any drugs in her room.

I checked Mike’s phone and found the text from Abbie telling me where to go. She and Mom had decided that our little meeting should happen in the most annoying place ever, the mall. Normally, I’d love the mall, but not when I’m desperately trying to get my host back in control of her body. Now, it would be a pain in the ass if me or them made a scene.

Granted, they were more likely to make a scene. Once they found out I’d possessed a boy, they’d flip their shit right over a table and then the worst possible outcome would be before Mike and I, which was really depressing and concerning and everything and I really didn’t want it to happen.

I took another breath and let it out. I needed to think of something that could end this whole scenario in Mike and my’s favor. Something bold, something that Mom and Abbie wouldn’t anticipate, and something that would stop me from making the biggest, most outrageous mistake I could whatever that would be. I just couldn’t figure out what the fuck that something could be.

I brushed my hair away from my face. I kinda regretted having hair this long now. Made me wonder why Mike never got a damn haircut. She was way too much of a pushover.

I adjusted my shirt. I’m not sure Mike would approve of a crop top and short shorts, but it was kinda hot out and I liked it. Besides, this would hopefully be the last time I had direct control of her body and it would be the last time I’d get a chance to make her wear this stuff.

You know I know exactly why you’re wearing this, right? she asked.

Leave me alone, I forgot you could even talk.

It’s been exactly seven minutes since we last said something, you literally stopped talking, changed my clothes and texted your sister.

She was not wrong. Whatever. You ready or are you as nervous about this as me?

Oh, I’d be pissing my pants if I was actually in control of my body, but thanks to being a voice in the back of my mind, I’m reasonably fine. I’m still absurdly nervous considering your mom could turn me into a fuck maniac, though

I do not blame you for being nervous.

She took a deep breath. Are we ready?

I coughed out a laugh. Barely, but there’s not much we can do.

I brushed some hair away from my face again. My heart was pounding. The last time I felt this way, Loki and I had met the first time. I wondered if he was still single. I could use a boyfriend.

So help me, you’d goddamn well better not look for a boyfriend while you’re in control. Mikaela Cross has a boyfriend, and I really don’t wanna havta deal with public fallout from people seeing my body kissing somebody else.

I rolled my eyes. I’d never do that. You and Terry are too cute together.

Before Mike could say anything else, there was a knock on the door. I walked over to it, opened it, and there stood Allie, arms crossed and a look in her eye that reminded me of the first time I met her (well, saw her through Mike’s eyes, what with keeping myself in the back) when she was in full magical girl gear and Mike and I thought she was gonna kill me.

She simply said, “Spill it, Evie, and then tell me where the meet is.”

Uh oh, Mike deadpanned.

“How did you know?!” I almost screamed.

“I’m magic and you’re possessing my sister, do the math.”

“Your mom told you?”

“Good girl. Answer the question.”

“The mall.”

“And will your mom let Mikey go?”

I shrugged. “I don’t know, but I hope so.”

She looked me up and down, stared for a moment or two, moved her tongue around in her mouth for a second, then nodded. “Fine, let’s go.”

“Whuh?”

“Let’s go. Your mom and sister probably aren’t waiting long, and Terry’s in the car. Probably digging through my glove box.”

I could almost hear Mike nod. He would do that.

And here is the final chapters of The Unfortunate Experiences of Mike Cross. The story has come to its end, and hopefully one that everybody likes.

Of course the mall was full of a shitton of people which made me a thousand percent more nervous so nervous in fact that I couldn’t really think in complete sentences I could only think in one giant jumbled mess that only aided me in drawing my attention to the massive amount of people who could at any point in time accidentally come upon a conversation being had by three succubi including the succubus queen as well as the magical girl who was just fighting to help her sister and the hot guy just trying to get his girlfriend back and

Eve, Evie, Eeeeeeeeeeve… Calm down, Mike said. You’re making it hard for the audience to follow.

What audience?

Bite me, I’m practicing for when this turns into a reality show.

Why are you calm right now?

Because you’re freaking out enough for both of us.

Thank you so much for telling me that.

You’re welcome.

“You doing okay?” Terry asked, ever the caring boyfriend.

I shook my head. “Not really.”

Allie patted me on the back. “Well, don’t worry about any of this. We’re going to settle this and get Mikey back out. Your mom would be really stubborn if she didn’t understand the stakes here.”

I giggled nervously. “Yeah. Stubborn.”

Of course, Allie didn’t actually know my mom. She’d probably heard a lot about her, most of it probably not true, but that’s what I’d expect with a metaphorical war between magic beings. Most of what we’re told about magical girls is a lie, based on what I’ve seen of Allie. Then again, maybe I should have known that before. When they’re described as “child-eaters” and “just this side of an apocalypse on stiletto heels”, the odds are good those descriptions are fake as shit.

The idea that this was gonna suck wouldn’t stop running through my head, and of course, the nagging desire to make an innuendo about it.

So make the innuendo. If it helps you calm down, do it.

I shook my head. No. I can’t be calm right now. Talking to my mom about what I did frightens the hell out of me.

Yeah, that’s obvious.

I will never understand how you’ve adjusted to everything I’ve put you through.

Don’t worry about it. Just, calm yourself down, and this whole thing with your mom will go just fine.

You are far too laid back for this.

I’ve learned from the best.

Allie pointed to a bench in the center court, the most public area in the goddamn mall. Sure enough, there was Abbie and my mother, sitting on the bench and looking every guy they saw up and down, likely categorizing them for fucking later. Abbie was still using the same host body as before, Mother’s host looked like she could have seduced any man she wanted before she was possessed. It took me a second to recognize her as Mike’s Economics teacher, and now I was creeped out.

Mother’s gaze locked on me and then the scowl formed on her face. I’d expected it, but that didn’t change how much it worried me. I was dreading this conversation in every way, and yet I couldn’t get away from it. It would take a great deal of mental concentration in order to get through this, a lot of focus and strength of mind…

WHY AREN’T YOU MAKING JOKES?! I shouted at Mikey.

Look, I’m not gonna do that, you need to chill and jokes in this situation won’t help. You’ll do fine, just stay calm.

Calm. Yeah, right. With my mom there, I could never be calm. I tried to slow my breathing, but I could feel my heart beating so hard that it might burst. This would not be easy.

Mom stood up. Even through her host, her clipped voice was unmistakable. She sounded like one of those British nannies on Downton Abbey, which always surprised me that it didn’t rub off on me. “Explain yourself, Evelyn,” she said, already bearing an annoyed tone that suggested she wanted nothing more than to throw me out a window.

Evelyn? Mike asked.

What? That’s what Eve is short for.

I thought you were named after Eve from Adam and Eve?

I am, but… My mom likes to use my full name when she’s angry…

Allie spoke before I could: “Ma’am, my name is Allie Cross, I’m the sister of Eve’s host body - “

“And a member of the Order of Magical Girls, I’m aware, just as I’m aware that Evelyn possessed your younger brother.” When she saw the confused and/or bewildered look on my face, Mom added, “Little happens within our species that I don’t know, young lady, and I happen to keep a close eye on the families of women I possess.”

Your mom possessed my mom?!

As if she’d heard Mike, Allie asked, “You possessed my mom?!”

Mom smiled. “You chose young Mister Cross because you believed it would curb your urges, correct?”

I wanted to scream at her. Instead, I almost-calmly asked, “You knew this whole time?”

She nodded. “Yes, and that should tell you something.”

“Yeah, well, it doesn’t!”

She stepped closer to me. “I’ve known and I’ve done nothing to stop you.” She motioned toward Abbie. “I didn’t tell your sister, either. You made your choice and I’ve decided to let you deal with it.”

What the fuck? Your sister locked me away because your mom is taking a tough love approach?!

This is confusing me as much as you.

Allie asked, “So… You don’t have a problem with Eve trying to leave the succubus lifestyle?”

Mom turned to her. “I’m not queen because I force my species to do anything, and I wouldn’t be much of a mother if I stopped my daughter from pursuing her dream, even if I don’t agree with it.” She stepped over to Terry, who I’d honestly forgotten was there. “And you must be Mikaela’s love interest.” She looked him over. “Not enough meat on you for a real man, but I’m not one to judge human relationships.”

Terry laughed. “I feel so much better about you now,” he deadpanned in so much sarcasm I think somebody could have seen it visually, “now let Mike out of there.”

“Mom,” Abbie started, in obvious protest. “you can’t be entertaining this.”

Mom turned to her. “Quiet, Abigail.” She turned back to me. “I need to know now what you’ll do if you’re ever free from your urges.”

I didn’t answer her right away. I didn’t have an answer. I knew what I wanted, and that was to enjoy a life that wasn’t just promiscuous sex and hot guys all the time, maybe even start a real family someday. Was that a good enough answer, though?

Does it matter? Mike asked.

I couldn’t answer that either. I hated this, even though everything seemed to be headed in my direction. Why did all this have to be so confusing?!

I bit the proverbial bullet. “I want more than just sex to my life,” I said, “I want to be something more than just a sex demon, I want… I want, Mom, and I don’t need the sex anymore, but Mike does need her family and her friends and her boyfriend and…”

And you, Mike said.

Whuh?

C’mon, you had to know I’d say it.

Mom took a long look at me, then sat back down on the bench. “More isn’t what you want, young lady.”

I couldn’t believe what I’d just heard. I just spilled on everything, I’d poured my heart out and let her know that I wanted out with everything I had, and sh -

***

“More isn’t what you want, young lady, it’s what you need.”

I… Felt different. I wasn’t trapped in my own head anymore, I was… Out. Completely. Eve wasn’t in control anymore. I felt the need to put something on to cover my stomach, but that would be dealt with later, when I was home.

Did she put you back in charge while I was being emotional?! Eve asked, and I never felt happier to hear that voice in my head again.

I immediately looked at Allie and hugged her, then did the same with Terry, with a little bit of body rubbing. God, trapped inside myself for a day and I felt like it had been months. How Eve put up with not being in control, I’d love to know.

Eve’s mom reached into the purse beside her and retrieved a makeup mirror. “Now that the two of you are back to… Normal, I suppose, I’ll be going.” She stood up and gathered her things. “Understand that this is the last time we’ll see one another.”

“Huh?”

“Sweetheart, I’m a succubus, I have many things to see and people to do before the end of the day. Abigail will apologize for what she did and you’ll be marked as a no possession in the ledger. Your life - both you and Evelyn - will be left alone, save if Abigail decides to visit.”

Allie stepped up. “Ma’am, please, if I can have a moment?”

Eve’s mother turned to face Allie. “And what does the Order ask of me?”

I saw Allie looked somewhat nervous. “A truce.”

Eve’s mom looked genuinely surprised. “Impossible. This holier-than-thou organization of self-appointed peacekeepers wants to listen for once?” She barked out a laugh. “I’m quite certain that’s the most insulting thing I’ve heard today.”

“Hey,” I said, a noticeable annoyance in my voice, “Allie’s not trying to insult you!”

“Don’t misunderstand me, young lady, it’s not the offer, it’s who’s presenting it.” She put her hand on Allie’s shoulder. “Go to the headmistress of your sect and ask her about Albania in 1853. I’ll speak to her when she contacts me, not when she sends her little messenger girl.”

Allie sighed. “She doesn’t know I came here.”

“Then tell her. She knows how to contact me.” She reached into her purse and pulled out a tube of lipstick. “Now, I have work to do before I return home and there’s a pool boy at the local Holiday Inn who was practically begging me this morning.” She looked at Eve’s sister. “Abigail, come along.”

Abbie didn’t move, though. “Wait a minute, Evie wants to give up and this is all you do? You put her host back in charge and don’t even care that your own daughter doesn’t want to be a succubus anymore?”

Eve’s mom turned to face Abbie. “Evelyn made her decision. Do I believe it to be the right one? Of course not, but I respect her right to make that decision on her own, a very adult decision, unlike your own to silence her host.”

“But - “

“No ‘buts’, Abigail,” she said, her voice taking on a very… Guttural sound, that almost made me piss myself. Jesus, if this was how she talked to her daughters in public, I hated to think of how she talked to them in private.

It’s much the same, really, Eve said. Maybe a little more guttural.

I am so very sorry for you.

Don’t worry about it.

Eve’s mom addressed me, “Mikaela, understand that your name will be placed in the registry and no other succubi will attempt to possess you. I’d apologize for what Evelyn has done to you, but I can see that you’re not too unhappy about that.” She was looking me up and down, likely at what I was dressed in. I’d tell her that the outfit was Eve’s idea, but then again, they were my clothes. Clothes I’d bought in protest because Mindy wouldn’t let me get away from buying them no matter how hard I tried, but my clothes nonetheless. “From what I remember from possessing your mother, I’m certain you’ve been the daughter she always wanted from you.”

“Hey!” Allie said, red as a beet and almost ready to pop her wand out and go magical girl right then and there, but I could tell she was restraining herself.

“Second daughter,” Eve’s mom corrected herself. “Your mother had been one of my favorite hosts, and not just because the sex was fantastic.”

Is it okay if I tell your mom that what she just said disturbs me? I asked Eve.

I wouldn’t blame you.

Because we were likely thinking the exact same thought, Allie and I both said, “Gross,” at exactly the same time.

Eve’s mom simply smiled. “Simply my nature, darlings.” She looked at Allie. “Remember what I said about your headmistress, Allison. I’m always willing to talk so long as I’m not too engaged.” She barely glanced over her shoulder at Abbie. “Come along, Abigail,” she repeated from before.

After they were gone for a minute or two, Terry asked, “Wait, was that Mrs. Auerbach she’d possessed?!”

***

When we got back home, I pushed Terry onto the bed then jumped on top of him. Though I had Eve’s voice trying to talk to me in the back of my head, I needed to make out with the boyfriend before I did anything else. Honestly, the fact that Eve wasn’t trying to get me to fuck Terry was both welcome and a surprise, though I don’t honestly know if I’d say no right now, since being trapped in my body while Eve had been forced to take over kinda made me a little horny.

And now I knew why most girls possessed by succubi became sex-addicted messes after they were left. And this was after a day of being out of control.

Terry didn’t seem to mind when my mouth attacked his, however, and reciprocated by grabbing my ass and hugging me closer. I woulda stopped him, but the horniness was a little too strong and let him fondle all he wanted. Eve was not wrong about it feeling better when it was consensual. This actually felt really, really good and I woulda let him take my shorts off if not for the fact that I still had a little bit of my common sense left over.

Besides, we’d save that for his birthday. Or my birthday. Whichever birthday came closer, which I’m pretty sure was his.

After about five minutes of something resembling heaven, he broke off the kiss and asked, “Should I be worried about you?”

“Honestly, yes,” was all I said before I kissed him again. After that, it was five more minutes before I broke off the second kiss and said, “We should honestly stop now before I let the urges take over and start taking my clothes off.”

Allie, standing at the door the whole time, apparently, said, “That would be what I’d ask you to do.”

“Don’t just stand in my doorway while I’m making out with my boyfriend!” I screeched, which caused Terry to laugh.

“Didn’t we do this to her one time last year?” he asked.

Allie nodded. “As a matter of fact, you did. And I liked him a lot, too. But that’s water under the bridge. Now, we have more things to worry about.”

“Like what?” I asked.

“Like what Eve’s mom said about my headmistress.”

I got nothin’, Eve said. Not even a boyfriend to snog!

Be quiet, you felt that.

That’s not the point!

“I got the gist that Eve’s mom tried to get peace with the magical girls but they didn’t take it,” Terry said, slipping out from under me. The fiend. I just fell onto the bed. “And from the way she said it, Eve’s mom wasn’t too happy about that.”

“Yeah, I got that, too,” Allie stated.

“Why would the magical girls have said no to a peace process?” I asked. “Do they like fighting a metaphorical war against sex demons?”

Allie wagged her finger at me. “No, uh-un, don’t even try to suggest that. I didn’t devote myself to an order that tries to get people killed.”

I sat up. “I’m not saying you did, but it sounds really weird that the succubi tried to make peace and the magical girls brushed it off and kept the fighting going.”

She walked in and sat down on my desk chair. “You’re not wrong.”

“So what are you going to do?” Terry asked.

Allie shook her head. “I dunno.”

I answered, “Talk to them.”

She looked at me funny. “Whuh?”

“Talk to them. You and me, we go talk to your headmistress and whoever else we have to talk to, but specifically your headmistress because that’s who Eve’s mom singled out, and we get to the bottom of this. If all doesn’t go so well, Eve’s ex-boyfriend is a Norse god, maybe we do something there.”

He’s not gonna like being dragged back out here a second time in as many days.

Wait, did you call Loki while I was stuck in there?

Yes. Yes, I did. Because we just had pretty much the exact same thought for “Let’s have a magic backup plan”.

Allie sighed. “Um, whatever. Fine, say we go talk to my headmistress and we find out the Order really is trying to prolong the war for whatever reason, what do we do about it? Other than that Norse god thing, or whatever.”

“You could always ask Kendra,” Terry injected.

“Kendra Brewster?” I asked.

“Yeah, she’s a sorceress.”

“She’s a what?!” Allie and I both shouted at the same time. We were getting good at that.

“That’s what she said,” he answered, with a shrug added in for good effect, “and is it really so weird?” He pointed at Allie. “You’re a magical girl,” and then he pointed at me, “and you’re possessed by the succubus princess.” He took a step back. “Now tell me how a sorceress is a weird inclusion into all this?”

He was not wrong.

“So you two go talk to the headmistress, you have either the Norse god or the sorceress held back in reserve, and you get answered what you need answered. This can’t be too difficult a process.”

Oh, good, he was on my side in all this. “He’s right,” I said, “we’ll get to the truth behind this. And if your Order is really a bunch of backstabbing cunts who want a war to keep going, you just leave it, it’s that simple.”

Allie sighed. “No, it’s really not. I made a pledge not just by word but by blood, and if I break that pledge, I don’t know what’ll happen, but the headmistresses have made damn certain that we all know it won’t be good.”

“A sorceress and a Norse god,” I said, “we have way more magic on our side than they do.”

She shook her head. “You don’t know the Order like I do. You’ve seen what I can do with my wand, the headmistresses can do a lot more than that.”

“But can they do more than a sorceress or a Norse god?”

“I don’t know, I can’t remember the magical hierarchy right now.”

“Then we just bluff our way out of this like we’re playing poker. Either way, we’re one step closer to peace between the magical girls and the succubi.”

You’re absurdly peppy about this, Eve said.

Yes, yes I am. I should be worried, shouldn’t I?

Extremely.

Oh well, peppy it is!

“C’mon, Allie, let’s get this over with.”

She nodded, then stood up. “Fine. Maybe if they see a girl and a succubus sharing a body without incident, they’ll see that the war doesn’t need to go on.”

I giggled nervously. “Yeah, we’ll just… Uh… Not tell them that I used to be a boy, I didn’t ask for this, and have only really gotten used to it because I’ve needed to.”

Oh, and the urges! Can’t let ‘em know you still suffer from the urges!

Hey, they could kill you on the spot, y’know.

Take it easy, I’m just fucking with you. Oh, and about that, could you maybe have just one sexual adventure with Terry before we go? If I’m gonna die today, I really wanna have at least one last good fuck and I could tell from the kiss earlier that he’s packing a fully loaded elephant gun.

Y’know, the only thing worse than you describing it that way is that I noticed that when I was kissing him.

~o~O~o~

“Now, remember,” Allie said, “they don’t like accepting people in who aren’t already members of the Order. You’ll have some clout because of me, but the others will be looking at you like some kind of abomination.”

I finished tying my hair into a ponytail and glared at her. “You’re kidding, right? Abomination?”

“I wish I was, but Kathy Dufresne’s sister came by last week to bring Kathy her lunch, and Mistress Bethany had me erase the last six months of her life to make her forget Kathy was ever a magical girl.”

Okay, that was concerning. “They wouldn't do that to me, would that?”

She took a deep breath, then exhaled. “There is a slight possibility of a yes.”

“So I could wake up tomorrow having forgotten everything about my life for some time?”

“We should try to avoid Mistress Bethany at all costs, yes.”

Wow, this seemed like a much better idea five minutes ago. Either way, we were already too far along to turn back now. Why the hell magical girls had the power to erase memories was a question I’d have to ask at a different time or place. For now, I just needed to keep myself cool, calm and above all else, collected. I could shit my pants in fear after this was over. Assuming, of course, that I could remember everything and wouldn’t be waking up tomorrow wondering why I was a D-cup.

Jesus, the idea of that was horrifying. I would need to do my damnedest to keep that out of mind before I did something stupid to cause it.

I felt somewhat surprised when Allie pulled up to a large mansion that looked like it could have the starring role in a horror movie. It was the only landmark in sight, way out in the country. Dark, foreboding colors dominated the siding, at least where there actually was siding. A lot of it was naked brick, left to weather the elements. The place actually kinda freaked me out. If it weren’t in the upper 90s, I’d be shivering.

I looked over at Allie. She looked about as pleased to be here as I felt, which was of course true, since she didn’t want me hurt. I wondered how often she’d come here without the fear, just to talk to friends or be told about what was going on in the magical girl world. I wonder how long I would have gone without knowing about it if not for Eve changing me. Maybe I would have never known about this place.

The both of us got out of the car and walked up to the mansion. I saw Allie visibly gulp as she reached for the doorknob, but the door opened before she could do anything. Standing there was a trio of girls, all wearing the magical girl schoolgirl outfit. The one on the left was a blonde, the middle a redhead and the one on the right had very short hair that looked like it could be brown, depending on the light.

Short Hair asked, “What are you doing out of uniform?”

Blonde asked, “Why are you here when you weren’t summoned?”

Redhead asked, “Who’s the bimbo?” I hated Redhead almost instantly.

I could tell Allie wasn’t pleased with her, either. “This is my sister, Mikaela. We’re here to see Headmistress Adelaide.”

Blonde folded her arms under her breasts. “You know the rule.”

“This is important. I wouldn’t have brought my sister hear if it wasn’t.”

Short Hair said, “You have a brother.”

“That’s what makes it important.”

Redhead seemed to figure it out first. “She’s possessed.”

Short Hair pushed the other two aside and pulled out her giant magic stick and pointed it at me. I’m pretty sure my life would have flashed before my eyes if not for the fact that Allie did her little transformation sequence and knocked me out of the way. I landed on my ass, and swore I heard something break. Then I realized it was my phone.

If I weren’t scared out of my mind, I’d want popcorn, Eve said, can we go get popcorn after we’re done here?

You’re assuming we’ll get out of here alive.

Allie had her wand out, one hand on her hip. I couldn’t see her face, but I imagined it was as pissed off as somebody who looked like they stepped out of Sailor Moon could look. Her wand was glowing bright orange, bathing the Terrible Trio in light. I stood up and brushed myself off.

Short Hair stepped forward and looked like she was ready to fight, though I knew what she wanted to do was rip Eve outta me and probably erase my memories or whatever else they could do. I was actually starting to feel like the magical girls were more evil than succubi.

Horny, not evil, Eve corrected. You should know that by now.

Oh, you know what I meant by that.

Still, don’t forget that even though I’ve got my mom’s blessing to stop, I’m still a sex demon.

Short Hair growled, “Outta the way, Allie. You know what we havta do.”

“What you havta do is let us in to see Headmistress Adelaide.”

Redhead shook her red head. “We can’t, we won’t. I don’t care if she is possessing your sister, she’s an abomination and she needs to be destroyed!” There was suddenly a crowd of other girls behind the Trio.

I shouted, “Hey, bitch, I’m not an abomination!” My voice sounded much angrier than I think I meant for it to sound.

“You kidnapped that poor girl’s body!” Blonde exclaimed.

Holy shit, these guys don’t even realize they’re not talking to me!

I’m suddenly far more worried than I was earlier, I said.

“No, this is my actual sister,” Allie said, her voice not even raising high enough to sound angry. “Now, let us through to see Headmistress Adelaide.”

Short Hair shook her head. “That’s not going to happen. This girl’s been possessed and she needs to be helped!”

Just as I was certain Allie was actually going to do something that might have ended up in these girls being assaulted with magic, an older woman wearing what looked like a nun’s habit walked into the gaggle of people in front of us. She held an air of authority around her, as several of the girls had moved out of her way without even knowing she was there. She stepped up to the doorway and gently moved Blonde and Redhead away with a simple tap of her fingers against their shoulders.

Allie just stood there. I didn’t know anything else to do but stand there. The old woman looked down at both of us (it took me a second to realize she was taller than me by at least a foot), and I saw a look in her eye that suggested she wanted to rip me limb from limb and burn the pieces in a chemical fire. Even the prospect of Short Hair doing whatever the fuck she was gonna do to me didn’t scare me as much as this woman did. I could only assume this was Headmistress Adelaide.

And then I was instantly proven wrong. “Mistress Bethany,” Allie said. Oh, crap… That was the one that liked to have people’s memories ripped apart.

Bethany barely moved her face, but her eyes flicked from me to Allie. “Miss Cross. I believe you’ve brought the enemy to our doorstep.”

Allie nodded. “Trust me, ma’am, I have an important reason for doing so, and I need to see Headmistress Adelaide.”

Bethany took a step closer to me, and I would have stepped back a little if not for the fact that I was frightened. She used what looked like a drum stick and tapped the side of my face. Whatever it was, it wasn’t magic. She gave me a strange look, then turned around and walked back inside.

Allie and I glanced at one another for a second, then Bethany said, “Inside, ladies. The Headmistress will see you.”

***

I followed Allie and Mistress Bethany through the mansion. The place was huge on the outside and fucking ginormous on the inside. Six hallways, two flights of stairs and one elevator later and we were in another hallway that looked like it came out of a medieval castle. There were no electric lights, simply torches every few feet. There were only two doors, the one we’d come from and the one at the end of the hallway. Statues sat between the torches. The whole place was more than a little creepy, even more so than the outside of the mansion.

Short Hair and Redhead followed us, but Blonde stayed out of it, for whatever reason. Honestly, I would have preferred it if neither followed us, but I didn’t actually have a say in this. The two of them were constantly glaring at me. I think I was actually to the point where I would rather have a dozen guys groping me instead, much to Eve’s semi-delight. Either way, I just wanted those two to leave me the fuck alone.

Mistress Bethany slowly led us down the long hallway until we got to the door at the end. It looked bigger than the front door, almost dungeon-like. This whole place confused the hell out of me. I glanced over at Allie, who looked as impressed or frightened (whichever one, really) as I was. Maybe she’d never been here, either.

I think this is farther than any succubus has gotten alive, Eve said.

I think this is farther than any human has gotten without getting their brains destroyed. So, more or less the same thing.

It won’t happen to us, I’m sure.

I know. Allie won’t let it happen. Plus, I… Um…

You what?

I have a sorta ace up my sleeve.

You’re wearing a tank top.

It’s an expression.

Okay, so what would this “ace” be?

Hopefully neither you nor anybody but me finds out.

Now that I think about it, I live in your head, how did I not know about this?

You were asleep. At least that’s what I’m going to tell myself.

Allie looked at me like I’d suddenly grown another head. “Sorry.” We were still waiting for the door to open. Mistress Bethany gently knocked, then stepped back a foot or two. Short Hair and Redhead didn’t look all that comfortable being there. Maybe they’d never been summoned to the Headmistress’s chambers, either.

A minute later, the door finally opened. A blinding white light spilled out of the room, but receded quickly, leaving only one of the most surprising things I’d seen since this whole mess started: A garden. A full-fledged, straight out of a botanist’s wet dreams garden. I heard birds chirping, squirrels chittering, I’m pretty sure I even heard a little stream somewhere. This was like an entirely different world or something.

Mistress Bethany led the four of us into the garden, past a tree with a dozen wind chimes hanging from it and through a small pathway between two fields of different colored flowers. I had never seen a garden like this in my life, especially one in a greenhouse.

That was when I realized we weren’t in a greenhouse. I looked up and saw the sun and the clear sky, and when I looked back at the door, I saw no walls, just a doorway standing alone like some kind of dream door. We weren’t in the mansion.

What the hell was going on here?!

Mistress Bethany continued to lead us through the garden, more than I realized could even be seen anywhere in the area. This place was disturbing me far more than the mansion itself. There didn’t seem to be any end to it, and we seemed to be walking around forever. The only thing we weren’t doing was walking in circles. Hell, I wasn’t sure that would last.

Thankfully, it didn’t. We finally came upon the woman that I was certain really was Headmistress Adelaide. She was old. Very old. Mistress Bethany looked to be in her sixties, and this woman made Mistress Bethany look young. How her bones held together was a mystery. Hell, how her internal organs weren’t external was a mystery. Pencil thin was only just a little bit of an exaggeration. Whatever color her hair had been when she was younger, it was now so white it would blend in with a wall painted eggshell.

Headmistress Adelaide was knelt down, tending to some petunias. She pulled a few of them from the ground and placed them in flower pots. She worked slow, but with a great deal of care. “Good evening, Yelena,” Adelaide said. It contrasted the bright, sunny look of the skies around us, but it was like seven thirty when we came here, so I guess that line applied.

Mistress Bethany stepped closer to her. “Headmistress, there are some young women here to see you.”

Headmistress Adelaide set her trowel on the ground and used Mistress Bethany to stand. She looked more frail standing up than she did knelt down. How the hell was this woman still alive?

“Oh, Allison, Serena, Brittany, and a new girl.” I couldn’t tell which one was Serena or Brittany, so I was just going to keep calling them Short Hair and Redhead. Presumably, she was referring to us in order of where we were standing, except that I was standing beside Allie. “Is this young lady here to join our sect?”

Mistress Bethany shook her head. “No, Headmistress.” She looked over at me, then leaned close to Adelaide. “She is possessed.”

Adelaide’s eyes widened. “Possessed?” She looked at Allie. “Allison, why have you brought one such as her into our home?”

Allie didn’t move, and I could see that she was nervous. Maybe she’d never met Headmistress Adelaide. “Headmistress, this is my sister, Mikaela. Yes, she’s host to a succubus, but this succubus, Eve, is no danger. She possessed Mike to stop being a succubus.”

Adelaide’s eyes locked on me. “Michael, your younger brother?”

“Yes, Headmistress.” Allie took my hand. “Eve didn’t know what she’d do would change Mike into Mikaela, and she’s done her damnedest to help Mike adjust. She’s done nothing harmful, and has worked to reverse any situations that have proved harmful.”

Adelaide stepped closer to me and reached out to touch my face. How her fingers didn’t snap just from movement amazed me. “Evelyn,” she said, “I know your bloodline.”

Whuh? What?!

Well, your mom said she knew her.

Yeah, but this… What she just said isn’t something that just anyone would say. Can I take over for a sec?

I took a deep breath. “Eve wants to talk a moment,” I said, “will you promise not to hurt her while she’s in control?”

Adelaide nodded. “She will be safe for the time being.”

Okay, you can go now.

***

Huh, it wasn’t a “close your eyes, open your eyes” kinda change. Either way, I was out for the moment. The Headmistress seemed to realize this, too, as her hand slipped away from my face and back into her robe.

“Evelyn,” she said.

I nodded. “Yes, ma’am.”

“I haven’t seen your mother in many years.”

I gulped. “That’s why we’re here, ma’am. My mother wants to--”

She cut me off. “She’s fine with your change of lifestyle?”

Bethany looked confused. “Headmistress?”

“Was she told?”

I looked between the two of them. Bethany was going back and forth between confusion and anger (why, I couldn’t tell) while Adelaide looked… Well, like an old lady who looked like she could keel over at any second.

I finally answered, “Um, yes, ma’am. Like I was about to say, that’s why we’re here, my mother wants--”

I was cut off again. “I assume she wants me to tell you about Albania, in 1854.”

Allie answered, “1853, actually.”

Adelaide nodded. “Yes, of course. It was so long ago. Lilith and I were much younger then.”

Bethany had grown to furious thanks to those few words. That her headmistress personally knew a succubus probably would anger somebody who had devoted her life to killing us.

“Headmistress,” Bethany almost whined, “what are you implying?”

The two parts of the Trio that came with us (Mike’s name for them fit so well) looked at one another with the exact same look of confusion on their faces. Hell, their hairstyles and their cup sizes were the only differences between them. I was starting to wonder if they were twins and Short Hair had just cut her hair to make sure she was recognized.

Either way, Adelaide didn’t seem to want to answer Bethany. “Yelena, please, I have a story to tell. Everything will be understood, then.” She turned around and walked toward a small chair in a clear patch. She snapped her fingers and several blankets appeared in front of it, likely for us to sit on, like children listening to a grandparent or something.

She sat down on the chair and everybody followed her. Allie and I both sat down on the blankets before Short Hair, Redhead or Bethany did. Short Hair and Redhead did just shortly after, but Bethany didn’t sit at all.

“Your mother wants you to know something that no member of the Order of Magical Girls has ever been told. A closely guarded secret that I have fought over a hundred and sixty years to defend. July nineteen, 1853 was the day the Order began, in Albania. It was the day I decided to throw away my heritage and become something more.” She looked at me. “No doubt you’ve put it together. Yes, dear child, I am your mother’s sister, and I too was a succubus.” I looked over at Bethany, who looked like she was about to burst. Short Hair and Redhead both looked like they’d just been told they’d lost a limb. Allie was surprised. Honestly, so was I. I hadn’t ‘put it together’ at all, though I’d had suspicions that Mom and Adelaide knew one another. Never did I imagine Adelaide was my aunt.

She continued, “Lilith and Florence. Though my name is now omitted, I was once referred to as Satan’s oldest child in the Bible. Lilith never wanted the responsibility I forced upon her, but neither did I. And, on that day in June, it came to the point that I didn’t want the life of a succubus, either.” She reached for a small teacup I hadn’t seen before. “Yes, child, you’re not truly the first succubus to want to leave that life. I had one distinct advantage, however, and that was being more powerful in magic than you.” She set the teacup back down on the table beside her that I also hadn’t seen before then. I was starting to think she was making these things appear just for dramatic purposes. “It took a great deal of time to find a host that would accept me willingly, but once I did, I began to collect around me a group of women who had suffered at the whims of other succubi. That was all the Order was intended to be. Over time, it grew, it became what it has become, and I understood exactly what needed to happen.”

Bethany pulled out that drum stick from earlier. “Headmistress, you can’t possibly be telling the truth!”

Adelaide took a drink again. “I am, Yelena. For over one hundred years, I met women whose lives were destroyed by my kind, and that led me to our current course.” She leaned forward. “Yes, child, I do believe the succubi need to be destroyed. We’ve caused nothing but pain and horror in this world. I’ve devoted my life to repairing the damage we’ve done, and your mother won’t change that.” She straightened up again. “I said you would be safe for the time being, Evelyn, and I promise that. But I won’t stop until the rest of our kind is a bloody paste on the walls of Hell.”

Me, Allie, Short Hair and Redhead all said in unison, “Holy shit.” Even Bethany looked shocked at Adelaide’s words. I guess killing succubi was alright for her, but turning us into ‘a bloody paste on the wall’ was a little too far. I couldn’t disagree. My aunt was a bitch.

Reach into my pocket, make sure my phone still works and text Now to Kendra, okay?

What?

Just do it. It’s that ace up my sleeve I mentioned.

When did you get her phone number?

Terry gave it to me, just hurry up, before your aunt kills us!

I pulled the phone out and then promptly dropped it. Something was holding my hand back from being able to pick it up again, too. I looked up at Adelaide and saw her hand casually doing motions that I hadn’t seen anybody do since I was in the succubus realm. It was something Mom had done to me when I was a kid, keeping me from moving by manipulating the magicks around us so that it felt as if I were being tied down or chained.

But we weren’t in the succubus realm, so how was she doing it?!

“I’ll take that, child,” Adelaide said as she picked up Mike’s phone. “Kendra Brewster. Not a name I’ve heard, but certainly your host must have some sort of faith in her.” She tossed the phone in my lap. “You needn’t worry, you’ll be out of here in a short time, and Allison, Serena, Brittany and Yelena will have forgotten this event ever happened.”

Allie tried to stand up, but I could tell she was held in place, too. “Wait a second! Eve’s mom -- Your sister! -- wants peace between you!”

Adelaide shook her head. “Impossible. For too long have succubi ruined the lives of women everywhere on this planet. We’re only one step shy of vampires, and that’s saying something.” She stood up and walked over to Bethany. “Lilith and I haven’t spoken in decades, though I intend to pay her a visit soon. Don’t worry, Allison, you’ll soon have forgotten everything about this meeting.”

I struggled against the magic. “I’ll just tell her what happened. She’s Mike’s sister, they share everything!”

I heard the sound of heels clicking against a marble floor. The garden around us began to disappear, though not entirely. I tried to look behind me, but Adelaide was keeping me in place far too well. It was probably another magical girl, or maybe even another succubus who agreed with Adelaide. Great, maybe even me and Mike would forget this entire thing.

I gained a ray of hope when Adelaide grew a look of pure shock. Then came the voice.

“It’s been a good, long time, Florence,” Mom said, and I could almost hear the smile on her face.

~o~O~o~

Mom stepped into view in her standard, succubus realm form: a dark red dress and matching heels, her hair a similar shade and falling in waves down her back. Short Hair, Redhead and Bethany all looked some mixture of relieved and surprised, though they couldn’t possibly know that the woman who’d just entered the garden/room/thing was the succubus queen they would want to kill. Allie and I were the only ones relieved because there was a reason to be relieved.

But now I was even more confused. Mom couldn’t hold her real form outside the succubus realm. But this couldn’t be the succubus realm, because I would have been able to feel it if it was. Nothing about this was making much sense except for the fact that Mom was actually about to come to my rescue. Holy shit, maybe we were actually more of a family than I thought.

“Abigail, undo your aunt’s hold on Allison and your sister,” Mom said. I hadn’t even heard Abbie there. After a second, I could finally move, and saw Abbie kneeling there beside Allie and me, in her standard form of a white crop top, black skirt and mixed color gogo boots. More than once I’d told her she looked ridiculous like that, but my standard form wasn’t much better. “You should have known better than to think I wouldn’t notice you here, Florence.”

Adelaide scowled, and then fell to the ground. Or, well, her host fell to the ground. The old woman who had served as a vessel for my uber evil aunt crumbled into dust as soon as her body made contact with the grass under her feet, and in her place stood a succubus who looked a lot like my mom, but older. Her form was dressed in a white dress and heels, and her hair was a lighter shade of red. I felt sorry for the woman she’d taken as a host. Over a hundred years of sharing a body with a bitch who wanted nothing more than to kill her own species… I wondered if she’d even known what Adelaide had wanted to do. And if she had, had she made her own thoughts known?

Don’t think about it, Mike said, just be happy she’s at peace now.

Yeah…

“Mom, what are you doing here?” I asked as I stood up.

Mom turned to me and smirked. “I’m always here, dear Evelyn. You’ve been here yourself. Allison, Mikaela,” she kind of glanced at Redhead, Short Hair and Bethany, “you… Three…” I couldn’t blame her for stumbling a little, “welcome to the succubus realm.”

The succubus realm? Mike asked.

Where succubi exist when we’re not possessing people.

So… You could appear physically here?

Yeah, but if she tries something, I should stay in here, otherwise we both die.

Holy shit…

Yeah.

Short Hair actually managed to speak. Maybe Abbie had freed her, too. “This is the what now?”

“Magic comes from somewhere, young lady. For a sorceress, it comes from within. For a magical girl, it comes from without. For a succubus, we come from the magic itself, and the magic makes up this world around us.” She motioned around the… Area. “A succubus can take physical form here like any other being, but only so long as we remain here.” She walked over to Adelaide. “Of course this place itself isn’t part of the succubus realm, at least not officially. This place was a hiding spot my sister and I used when we were children, and has been locked to me for some time.”

Mom turned back to me. “Albania, 1853. You should know the truth of what happened that day. That was the day a man by the name of Edi, or something like that, had to choose between me or my sister. You see, we had both been working him over, attempting to get him into our pants as long as possible. In the end, you should expect the answer.”

Allie asked, “He picked you over her?”

Mom looked at her with an almost annoyed eye. “No, Allison, he didn’t.” She turned to Adelaide. “Edi picked Florence.”

Adelaide was furious. I think she wanted to rip Mom apart one layer of flesh at a time.

But Mom kept going. “Edi loved Florence. Loved her, much like Terry loves Mikaela, and... “ she looked over at Redhead, “you have a boyfriend, don’t you?” Mom shook her head. “Never mind, I don’t know enough about you to make that judgement. The point is that Edi loved Florence…” Mom looked back to Adelaide, “...But Florence didn’t love Edi.

“I was a very strange succubus in those days. Sex was my purpose in life, but something felt missing. And as such, I tried to lay it on with Edi, tried to pull him closer to me. I didn’t just want to fuck Edi, I wanted Edi. I wanted him around me, wanted him to love me. I was jealous of Florence.” Mom sat down in the chair that Adelaide had been sitting in and crossed her legs. “Now, you’d probably assume I did something in my jealousy to cause Florence to turn down this path toward our kind’s destruction...”

Adelaide finished, “And you’d be right. Lilith did do something.” Adelaide folded her arms under her breasts. “Please, Lilith, explain to them what happened.”

Mom took the teacup that had been sitting on the table. “I told you the truth.”

For a long moment, nobody said anything. It was as if those six words had somehow silenced the entire thing. I had to admit, I was more confused than anything. Told her the truth? How was that a bad thing? Had they split and created a war between magical races on something so petty as my aunt learning my mom wanted a boyfriend?

And of course, I learned I was right. “Edi loved you,” Mom said, “and I loved him. I told him, I told you…

“And you killed him,” Mom finished with a sip of tea.

That another “Holy shit” escaped our collective lips needed not be said. This one was a bit more subdued, though.

“Have I forgotten anything, Florence?”

Adelaide took the teacup from Mom. “No, you’ve forgotten nothing.” She took a sip. “And I’ve forgotten nothing of what you said. ‘He deserves better than you,’ you told me, ‘he wants better than you.’ I’d never felt so insulted in my life!” Adelaide threw tea at Mom, staining her dress until it dried itself. “And then you did the unthinkable, you told him what we were succubi. At that moment, everything I was had become a disgusting parody of itself.

“We were bound to a strict clause not to reveal ourselves, as our power was then negated. A man was resistant to our pheromones at that point, and couldn’t be seduced.”

So, wait, I could just tell people you were possessing me?! Mike asked.

Hey, I didn’t know!

“That may seem petty to the likes of humans, but a man being immune to our power is everything to a succubus.” Adelaide glared at Mom. “And Lilith did this purely because she was in love!”

Redhead shouted, “Did him knowing mean he had to die?!”

Adelaide nodded. “Of course. As was our code.”

Mom stood. “A code no longer enforced. Many men have been informed of the existence of succubi since I took over as queen, and our species has done nothing but thrive.” Mom turned to Bethany. “I remember you, Yelena Bethany. I took you as a host more than fifty years ago. You were a passionate lover to your husband until he left you for his secretary. I remember how you felt, how he hurt you.”

Bethany looked embarrassed. Honestly, the fact that this woman had a husband at one point amazed me, but I guess there really was somebody for everyone.

Hey, don’t.

What? You have Terry. He’s a hunk and you’re hot. Even if you break up, you’ll be able to bag any guy you want.

Not the point, Evelyn, I say, doing the mental equivalent of pretending to be your mother.

Then count this as the mental equivalent of sticking out my tongue.

Mom continued, “Did I ever destroy your life? Your husband was gone long before I came, and you enjoyed the company I gave you every night.”

Bethany finally seemed capable of speaking. “You violated me! I was helpless while you… You used me to do things… Yes, Ernesto was gone, and I felt nothing but pleasure, but you can’t claim any sort of moral high ground to what you did!”

Mom nodded. In a quiet voice, she said, “I know you see it that way, and you’re not wrong.” She raised her voice, “For decades, I’ve tried to make peace with this order, tried to find a way to be a significantly less… Invasive species. I’ve reached out to my sister in hopes that we could come to an agreement. I did not want this war, nor do I intend to fight it. We have done things to humans that none would accept, and nothing I do can erase that, but I want us to move forward, to come to peace.”

Bethany actually seemed to believe that. Hell, I believed it. If Mom had done any of this, I’d never seen it. All I’d ever seen was a hard woman who wanted me to be a success in the ways of wanton sex and possession, who hadn’t even given me a hug for years. This side of my mom was weird, almost unrecognizable.

But, maybe all her failed attempts at stopping the war had caused her to be that way.

“Never,” Adelaide said, a hint of disgust in her voice. “We’re a disease and we need to be dealt with.” She turned to Bethany. “Ready the rest of the girls. It’s time we take this to the next level.”

“No,” Bethany said, pure and simple.

***

Adelaide looked like she was about to burst. Mom looked amused. Me, Allie, Abbie, Redhead and Short Hair all looked confused, shocked, surprised or every combination of every synonym for those words in any language known. Just one simple word from one woman, spoken in a tone of voice that carried more authority than I think I’d ever heard.

And then shit went down.

Adelaide’s hands glowed with a faint red hue, matching her eyes. Bethany was suddenly thrown across the garden half of the realm, landing face first in a pot of azaleas that looked recently picked. Allie, Redhead and Short Hair all pulled out their big wands and began doing magic that looked something like firing lasers, but that didn’t last long. Adelaide made a single motion and the three of them lost their wands and returned to plain clothes, as if they’d been stripped of their power.

Then I realized they had. Magical girl magic came from this realm, a part of the succubus realm that only Mom and Adelaide knew. That’s why it was so effective against us, because it was us.

The three of them were each knocked to the floor and held in place by red energy that took the form of shackles, but it wasn’t just holding them down. Their faces twisted into contorted looks of pure pain as their own life energy was sapped from them. As they were drained, Adelaide and Mom both started to look younger, almost as if they were age regressing.

Abbie didn’t seem capable of moving either, either because of shock or some kind of strange magicks, I couldn’t tell. Even Mom didn’t look like she could move, for some reason. Maybe it was the influx of life energy, because she almost seemed in pain.

Holy shit, I was the only one who could move.

Phone! Kendra! Mike shouted.

I saw the phone where Adelaide had tossed it and dove for it. I tried to text those three letters as quickly as possible, but something was holding my fingers, keeping me from typing. I looked up and saw Adelaide kneeling over me, having aged down to seventeen or eighteen. I couldn’t see Mom, but I assumed she was somewhere around my age now.

“Oh child,” she said, her voice more like a mocking high schooler than someone who should be acting like an adult. “You thought I was busy basking in the transformation, didn’t you?”

I managed to ask, “What the fuck are you doing?”

She smiled. “In just a few moments, thanks to the life force of the humans here, your mother, sister and I will have been ripped of our power and rendered human. From there, without this realm, the succubus race will be destroyed. I’m sorry it’ll be at the cost of the humans, but a few sacrifices to destroy the worst blight on this world is nothing.” she patted my cheek. “I played you, dearie. Your mother has been begging for peace for almost a century, and I used that. I didn’t know how it would happen, but when she had you say Albania, the door was opened and my plan succeeded.”

Leave my body! Mike shouted.

I can’t! I’m the only thing keeping either of us from being ripped apart!

I know that already, that’s why I said leave! It frees both of us for a second, one of us hits her!

Do you realize the long shot that is?

I don’t care, just fucking do it!

I took a deep breathe (as much as I could) and forced myself out.

***

As soon as I was in control, I swung my fist and landed an actual, physical punch on Adelaide. I saw a tooth fly, along with some blood. I couldn’t see Eve yet, but I didn’t think about that, instead I grabbed for my phone and almost hit SEND before a spike heel went straight through the screen, almost hitting my hand.

Adelaide grabbed me by the neck and hoisted me into air. “Child… No. Mikaela... You’ve just made me very unhappy. Before I’m fully human, please enjoy your life force ce being ripped from your body.”

From somewhere, I heard a voice that sounded similar to mine. “Hey, Aunt Flo!” Adelaide dropped me and turned around, and standing behind her was Eve, looking similar to me in every way except facial structure and wearing a bright red dress. She was holding a shovel. For just a moment, I thought she’d do something, but she just stood there, holding the shovel.

Instead, another shovel hit Adelaide in the back of the head. Eve’s mom stood there, the youth slowly draining from her. “Sweetheart, you were supposed to hit her with the shovel.”

Eve dropped her shovel. “Look, I just grabbed it and didn’t know what to do, at least I bought you the time to do something!”

***

Mistress Bethany stood outside the doorway to Adelaide’s garden/succubus realm/thing. Serena (Redhead) and Brittany (Short Hair) stood beside her. Allie was beside me, along with Eve, Abbie and Lilith. Adelaide was locked up in some sort of magic prison that Lilith tried to explain to me, but it was confusing as fuck.

“I know it’ll be difficult,” Lilith said.

Bethany nodded. “Some may never accept a peace between us, others may expect a betrayal of some kind.”

“I give you my promise as queen of my species that any succubi who commits an act of aggression against a magical girl will be exiled. Also, I’ll begin the process of changing our rules on possession. From now on, a succubus may only possess those whose lives would be improved by our assistance. For too long have we used, now is the time to aide.”

Bethany looked at her wand. “How will our magic be affected?”

Lilith smiled. “Not at all. So long as my bloodline exists, this place exists, and so will your power.” She put her arm around Eve. “And when the time has come for me to pass on the crown, Evelyn will be protect your power, assuming you still have need of it then.”

Bethany sighed, it looked as though relief had just washed over her. “Hopefully we’ve maintained a complete and total peace by then.”

Lilith nodded. “Hopefully. I don’t want my grandchildren to live in a world that failed them.”

Bethany put her hands on Serena and Brittany’s shoulders. “Unfortunately, my granddaughters live in a world like that now. But hopefully their children will be safe.”

“Thank you, Yelena.”

“I mean little offense, Lilith, but I hope this is the last time we meet. At the very least, let future meetings be a good deal less hectic.”

Lilith closed her eyes and nodded. “I agree.”

Bethany, Serena and Brittany all three turned and took the hallway to the elevator and disappeared into it. When they were gone, I breathed a sigh of relief and almost collapsed onto the floor.

“Thank God this shit is finally over!” I screamed.

Eve landed next to me. “I need a vacation, now.”

Lilith cleared her throat. “Excuse me, young lady, explain why it is you’ve left your host.”

Eve sat up. “If I hadn’t, you wouldn’t have had enough time to beat Aunt Flo with the shovel.”

“Fine then, I guess I can accept that. Just know if it had been any other reason, I wouldn’t be happy at all.”

I sat up. “So, how does this place work exactly?”

Abbie answered, “It’s the energy that makes succubi, pure magic. We’re kinda born from it, in a way.”

Lilith continued, “This area in particular was made from my sister and myself pooling our inherent magicks into one another, creating a sort of back room, if you will. Our minds furnish and populate it.” Within seconds, the space around us became something that looked like New York City. “I could even bring people I’ve met into this realm by pure thought.”

Allie ran her hand along what looked like a brick wall. “It feels so real.”

“It is, in a way. No less real than anything else the mind perceives.”

I groaned. “Ugh… No Matrix crap, please.”

Eve looked confused. “No what now?”

Abbie patted her on the shoulder. “A movie. A guy I fucked last Tuesday made me watch it during sex.”

Allie rolled her eyes. “That is gross.”

I stood up and brushed magic dirt off of me. “Okay, now that everything here is dealt with, can we go home? I have schoolwork to make up since Eve had to take control today.”

Eve started toward the elevator, then shouted back, “Hey, don’t blame me because you weren’t paying attention in class!”

“I couldn’t fucking see, hear or do anything!”

“Not my fault!”

“Um, Evie?” Abbie said with a hint of concern in her voice. I didn’t see why at first, but then it became somewhat evident.

“And for the record,” Eve continued, without any hint that she noticed anything, “I think I did pretty damn good considering I’d never been to public school on my own! The last time I possessed someone who went to school, it was a private school and I skipped all the classes.”

“Uh, hey, Eve?” Allie said now, the same concern in her voice that Abbie had.

“I didn’t screw up and let any cute guy I saw take you in the bathroom or anything like that.”

“Eve!” I almost screamed.

Of course, she still didn’t notice. “I didn’t even give Terry a handjob, even though I desperately wanted to!”

“Evelyn!” Lilith actually shouted.

“What?!” Eve stopped, and that was when I think she finally noticed what the rest of us were trying to tell her.

Eve had left the succubus realm, and was about three-quarters of the way down that long, absurdly spacious hallway to the elevator.

In a light voice that I could barely hear, Eve asked, “Did I do that?”

~o~O~o~

“How the fuck am I doing this?!” Eve screeched.

“How the fuck is she doing that?!” I screeched in pretty much the exact same tone of voice.

It took Allie a second to compose herself, but she finally asked, “Um… Is… Can she do that just because this realm is connected to the human world and the mansion is manipulated by magical girl energy?”

Lilith shook her head. “No, these realms, though connected, can’t interact like that. Abigail or I couldn’t walk out into the human world without hosts, succubi are nothing but energy in a way. We have no true physical form, only what form the magicks give us when we’re not possessing anyone.” To demonstrate, she put her arm through the doorway between worlds. For a moment, it was as if her arm had been cleanly severed at elbow level, it looked disturbing and painful, even though I didn’t think she actually felt pain because of it (I really didn’t know). “Evelyn being in the human world… This has never happened before.”

“Mom, how is this happening to me?!” Eve screamed.

Abbie asked, “Is it possible… Was she bonded to Mikaela for so long that when Aunt Florence started draining us, Evie really did become human?”

Lilith rubbed at her chin. “I don’t see any other possibilities. She has been bonded to one host longer than any other succubus aside from Florence.”

“Wait, can succubi becoming human actually happen?” Allie asked.

“It’s never happened before, but this isn’t a situation that’s happened in my lifetime.”

“What am I gonna do now?!” Eve was hysterical. I walked over to her and put my arms around her for comfort. It felt kinda strange to actually hug her, but I wouldn’t stop for anything. The last few weeks, she’s basically been a second sister to me, and she needed this hug.

“Whatever it is, I’ll be there to help,” I told her.

“Me, too,” Allie said, encompassing the both of us in another hug. “Well, except for when I’m at school, ‘cause, y’know, school.”

From the other end of the hall, I heard Lilith call, “Evelyn, please come here.” Eve reluctantly slipped out from under the hugs and walked over to the doorway. She and her mom stood there for a long while looking at one another, neither one moving or speaking.

Finally, Eve said, “Mom… What do I do now?”

Lilith smiled, a warm yet sad smile. “You have what you wanted, now.”

“I… Guess? I don’t know if I wanted to be human, I just didn’t want all the sex.”

“No, Evelyn… Eve… You needed this. I could see that when you met me at the mall. You’ve become more than the sex demon you were born as, and I can’t say I’m not proud of you. You deserve the life you’ve earned.”

Eve sort of bounced nervously. “But… What did I do to deserve this?”

I walked up to her. “You’ve greatly improved my life, and you helped bring peace to the succubi and the magical girls! Don’tcha think that would be what ya did?”

She seemed to consider it, then said, “But if it weren’t for me, you’d still be --”

I cut her off. “I’d still be Mike Cross, an average guy with a few friends I barely hang out with and may have at some point lost my sister to a war I never knew about. Now, that war is over, I’m closer to my friends than I used to be and I have a boyfriend who loves the shit outta me. Explain why I’d ever want to go back to being who I was when I can be who I am now. Sure, there were bumps in the road, like that guy trying to rape me at the movies and your sister locking me inside my own head, but I’m… I’m better this way.”

I meant every word of that, too. Sure, at first this all seemed like a crazy roller coaster that I didn’t agree to get on, but as time’s gone on, I felt more and more comfortable this way. Eve had gone from being an annoyance to being… Like another sister to me.

Eve looked down at her feet (I did too, realizing for the first time she was wearing raised sandals) and sort of nervously rubbed one foot against the other. She then looked back up at me and asked, “You really… You feel that way?”

I nodded. “Yeah.”

“You really think of me as a sister?”

“Well, we’ve sorta lived together the last few weeks and…” I trailed off. I hadn’t said that I think of her as a sister. “Can you still hear my thoughts?!”

I think so.

“How do you still hear my thoughts?!”

Lilith chuckled a little. “You two have clearly gotten so close your bond can’t be broken. That’s a unique thing, even I haven’t bonded with a host so strongly, and I’ve bonded with more than a few hosts I remain friends with.”

Allie was suddenly behind me. “Girls, I’m not trying to rush everybody here, but Mikey has school tomorrow and we’re gonna need to figure out Eve’s fake history before that.”

Eve looked confused. “My what?”

“Look, you’re gonna need somewhere to live, and that’s probably our house, which means Mom won’t just let you lounge around doing nothing. You’ll need to go to school, too.”

“I havta go to school?”

I put my arm around her shoulder. “Be lucky, you can just mentally copy me, I had to actually learn this stuff. Just make sure you don’t copy me exactly, screw some stuff up.”

Eve looked nervous still, then turned to her mom. “So, I should do this? I should go be Eve the high school girl?”

Lilith smiled. “If you don’t, I’ll have to ground you, and you know how much harder it’ll be to lock you in your room.”

I chuckled. “Yeah, Mom could never do that with Allie and I, so she eventually gave up. It made trying to sneak out much less interesting.”

Lilith cleared her throat. “Alright, ladies, it’s time for you to leave. If there’s one thing I’ll not have, it’s my daughter shirking her new responsibility as a human.” before she closed the doorway, she added, “Do the best you can, sweetheart.”

Eve whispered, “I will, Mom,” but the door was already closed.

She heard you, I said in my mind.

I know.

***

I nearly fell on my bed and considered just going to sleep right then and there, but instead, I pulled my phone from my pocket and checked for texts from anybody. Just one from Terry that I would ignore until after a short nap, whereupon I would call him instead. I got lucky that the only part of my phone that suffered any damage when I fell earlier was the outer case, not the phone itself. Still meant I needed a new case, though.

It seemed strange that I was laying in bed without Eve’s thoughts in my head turning to masturbation or outright calling Terry to ask him for sex, even though we could still talk psychically. She promised to keep herself outta my head so long as we were at home, though I figured if Terry and I were ever doing something here, she’d probably make damn sure to watch or listen or whatever the hell it would be she’d be doing mentally.

I pulled the covers over me and hugged my pillow to my head. Dear god, I needed sleep. I couldn’t believe how tired I was. Probably an effect of everything that had happened, from being trapped inside my own head, to meeting Lilith and Adelaide to whatever having my life force sapped out of me meant. Maybe I’d sleep through tomorrow and forget most of today.

That was a distinct possibility until Eve jumped into bed with me.

“Quick, I need help setting my bed up!” she squealed.

I groaned. “Why now?”

“C’mon, hurry! Your mom said you had to!”

God, she was in hyper mode or some shit. I sat up and saw her sitting there, an innocent, almost sad-cat-eyes look on her face. I could even imagine a cat’s tail swaying from side to side behind her. If only it were true and I didn’t havta take her to school…

But, back to reality. “Okay, fine. Is Allie still here to help?”

She shook her head. “Nope.”

I sighed. “Goddamnit. Well, whatever. It’s a bed and it’s in pieces. We can bring it up ourselves.”

She had a smirk on her face. “Why don’tcha call Terry?”

I open-palm whacked her on the nose. “No. I used to be a guy, I can put a bed together.”

“But you have a boyfriend who can do it!”

“And he would gladly do it, but I’m too tired to say no if he would ask for anything else.”

Her smirk had become a full-blown smile. “Why would you?”

I glared. “Sixteen is too young to be a mom.”

“But you don’t havta worry about me anymore! I can even find my own boyfriend now!”

“Well, duh, you’re not sharing with me!”

As if he’d been summoned by magic book or some shit, Terry knocked on the door and walked in. “I believe you said my name. And who said I was against sharing?”

I rolled my eyes. “No threesomes with me involved!”

Eve whispered, “But they’re really fun!”

I simply glared.

Terry just chuckled. “In all seriousness, I hear the former succubus princess needs a bed built, and your mom called me to help.”

The eye-rolling was back. I shouted, “Mom! Stop calling my boyfriend to do stuff I can do!”

From downstairs, Mom shouted back, “You’re dating for a reason, just accept it!”

I sighed again. “You’re helping put the bed together, not doing it on your own.”

He half raised his hands like he was surrendering. “I fully agree, ma’am, don’t misjudge my intentions.”

I got out of bed, walked over to him and smacked him on the head. “Don’t you ma’am me, douchebag. It’s honey, sweetie, or Mikey.”

He smiled. “No problem, babe.”

***

An hour and a half later, the bed was finished and covered in pink frills and fluffy pillows that pretty much contrasted the still-boyish-except-the-pillows look to my bed. People couldn’t exactly mistake us for brother and sister, or anything, but my bed didn’t really clue anybody in about me at all.

Terry of course did like ninety percent of the work, because he wouldn’t let me, because he thought I was doing it wrong. I’d put my own bed together, I knew how to put a fucking bed together. Also, he was being too adorably masculine to let me do something physical. Cute, but way too demeaning at the same time. Thankfully, he promised never to do it again and was just teasing me.

Eve crashed on her bed and rolled around in the covers. “You have no idea how good it feels to have a bed that’s all mine!” she said, almost sounding on the verge of climax. “I’ve fucked and slept in a ton of beds, but mostly hotels and never one that was mine.”

Terry calmly took a step closer to my bed. “Well, don’t… Um… Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”

Does he know how innuendo-y he phrased that? Eve asked, which made me laugh. Dammit, she’d had too much influence on me.

“What?” he asked.

“I’ll tell you later, baby, don’t worry.”

“That just worries me even more.”

I pulled him onto the bed beside me, but I didn’t crawl on top of him or anything. Instead, I wrapped my arms around him and.leaned close for a kiss. “Just shut your yap and kiss me,” I said, in as close to a seductive voice as I could manage (which wasn’t hard at all). He didn’t say anything, simply obliged. He pressed his lips into mine and slid his tongue in my mouth shortly after.

The urge to do more than simply kiss was strong, no doubt because my body was still predominantly built for sex, even if the succubus urges were gone. No, this was pure me, pure teenage hormones mixed with a little bit of what was left of the succubus urges. The difference this time is that I could control this urge. Still, I was very tempted to rip both our clothes off and at least cuddle with him naked.

And then I remembered Eve was still in the room.

I pulled away from Terry. “Hey, Eve, can you, um…”

She flipped me the bird. “Bed here, comfort here. You wanna fuck, you do it with me in here or in Allie’s room.”

Stupid mental link.

Terry laughed. “Actually, sweetie, I’ve got a better idea.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Oh?”

***

His idea was ice cream. I wanted naked Terry up against naked me, and he wanted ice cream. If he wasn’t so goddamn adorable, this would have pissed me off. But instead, I just accepted it. It was a blisteringly hot day, even at eleven at night.

However, the best part was it was just me and him. Sure, Eve was there in my head, still, and Allie was somewhere talking to some boy she was considering going out with named… Henry, or Harry, or something. But the two of us were just sitting there, looking out at the sky, on a park bench, eating ice cream.

I thought back to when I was still a guy, which was barely two weeks ago and felt like a fucking lifetime. Neither of us had considered back then that we’d be dating now. Or that I’d be a girl. Or that being the host to the succubus princess would bring about peace between two magical groups that had been feuding for over a hundred years. Life seemed so much more… Boring back then. I know it hadn’t seemed that way at the time, but things had changed far too much in such a short span of time.

Holy shit, that was the first time I’d really put any thought into everything that had happened (though I’d probably said that a dozen times). I had just accepted it all, no muss, no fuss. And now, here I was, curled up next to my best friend, my boyfriend, eating ice cream in the park with him. It was so absurdly romantic I’d expect it in one of those stupid rom-coms that Allie liked to watch.

(Honestly, my life the past few weeks could be a rom-com.)

Terry said, “This is nice.”

I looked at him and smirked. “Nice? It’s fucking sweltering out here and we’re eating very quickly melting ice cream cones.”

“Yeah, but it’s just us. When was the last time it was just us?”

I took a big bite of ice cream. “Um… I was a boy then.”

“Exactly. This is the first time we’ve been able to just be boyfriend and girlfriend without Eve in your head or Allie somewhere nearby.”

I snuggled closer to him. “Well, Eve’s still technically here.”

“Huh?”

“We still have a mental connection. She still knows what I’m thinking. I don’t know if she knows what I’m seeing or doing or anything, though. And she promised to stay out of our night together.”

“And you’re sure she’s holding on to that promise?”

“Not one single bit.”

He laughed. “Well, either way, she’s not here.”

“Right.” He was right in a manner of speaking, and she hadn’t broken her promise just yet, so, the evening was going just plain great.

I finished my ice cream and just nestled up against him, basking in the pure simplicity of the moment.

***

“Hurry up, Eve!” I shouted at the bathroom door. I had to pee and she was still in the fucking shower. And she wasn’t helping by bringing up mental images of waterfalls and peaceful rivers. She was taking far to much an advantage of this damn connection.

“I’ll be out in a minute!” she called back.

“You said that an hour ago! We’re gonna run out of hot water!” good thing I took a shower last night. Without Terry, though I couldn’t deny the urge to have him come in. Eve was probably enjoying the fantasizing I did and how hard it was to cover up the moaning.

Mom walked over to me and knocked on the door. “Eve, sweetie, hurry up.”

“Okay!” she yelled, and suddenly the water was being turned off.

I glared at Mom, who just shrugged and smiled. “It’s a mom gift. You’ll have it when you’re a mom.”

I was about to say something about that, but then the bathroom door opened and Eve sauntered out, towel wrapped around her with a smirk on her face. Just you try to say something, I told her.

Bite me, I had to listen to her. She’s got Mom powers!

I was then just about to duck into the bathroom, but Mom got in there before me. Dammit…

Thirty minutes later after I’d managed to finally pee, I poked through my closet. I still wasn’t comfortable with most of my clothes, but that was quickly subsiding. The tank tops all showed too much cleavage, but I was used to that now. I was used to guys staring at my boobs now. Honestly, even though I had a boyfriend I had no intentions of cheating on, getting stared at was sometimes kinda fun. No doubt Eve’s influence on me.

I grabbed a pink one that had cheetah spots all over it. The spaghetti straps barely covered my bra straps, but that was pretty much every tank top I had. Hopefully the heat would start to die down soon, and I could wear more tee-shirts. Heat waves were great when you were completely comfortable with your body, but when you were self-conscious and nervous about it, they were nothing but attention drawing annoyances.

Eve squeezed past me and grabbed one of those short denim skirts that Mindy forced me to buy a few days ago. “You need to wear this,” she said.

“Uh, no.”

“Yes. Wear it and a pair of long socks, you’ll look adorable.”

I rolled my eyes. “Why don’t you wear it?”

She held it against me, I assume checking to see how I’d look in it. “Because, Terry got you ice cream last night. He treated you, now it’s your turn to treat him by wearing something sexy and revealing. And then wear the long socks - or stockings or tights, both good options - to keep the modesty you don’t want to lose by wearing such a short skirt.”

I blinked a moment, then said, “I shouldn’t even consider entertaining that idea. Terry loves me for who I am, not how I dress!”

She flashed a smirk. “Trust me, I may not have had a legitimate boyfriend as long as you have, but boys always want their girl to show off for them. Terry will appreciate the view, just like every other guy, and maybe the two of you will do a little more than cuddling tonight when he takes you to the movies.”

I grabbed the skirt from her hands. “You promised.”

She nodded. “Yeah, but you never said anything about your mom being able to tell me.”

“When did Mom tell you?”

“Just before you got to the table this morning for breakfast.”

Goddamnit. Of course Mom would betray me like that. I sighed. “Fine, I guess I’ll wear the skirt. Not like it’s the first one I’ve ever worn. But I’m doing this under protest and I demand that you not try to influence anything else I do today.”

Eve nodded. “Yep. I’ll be busy trying to snag my own boyfriend. On that subject, is what’shisname available?”

I raised an eyebrow. “What’shisname? Who are you talking about?”

“That… Dammit… That guy from the lake party. The one who knew Loki.”

“Gerry? I dunno. Maybe. I have a boyfriend, I don’t keep up on who’s single or not.”

She grabbed a similar skirt and a tee shirt that didn’t cover her stomach. “Well, whatever. Even if he is taken, there’s gotta be a guy for me somewhere in school. Hopefully, I can find the same kind of relationship you’ve got with Terry. I want a guy who cares about me and wants me around.”

“You want legitimate love, not fuck-love?”

“Yeah.”

After getting the skirt on, I sat down on my bed and pulled on a pair of long socks. I had to admit, knee socks and a denim skirt did make my legs look great. Maybe wearing this skirt at school wouldn’t be the horrifying mess I was afraid it would be. “You know you can’t just get into a meaningful relationship overnight, right?”

She pulled the shirt down over her head. Her bra was just as obvious as mine, even though her bra straps weren’t out there for everyone to see. “Duh, but it starts somewhere, and that’s with presenting myself as Evelyn Cross, Mikaela’s long-lost twin sister who just moved to town to get close to her family.”

I sighed. “How Allie thought that will work is beyond me, but I guess it’s probably been a true story at some point. With any luck, nobody’ll question it.”

“We’ll be fine!”

“Right, I’ll believe that when I see it.”

***

The principal looked over Eve’s file and occasionally glanced up from it at Eve or at me. He didn’t seem overly impressed with what he was reading. Finally, he set the file down and asked, “Are you possessed or a sorceress or a magical girl or something else?”

Eve and I both asked, “What?”

He sighed. “Miss Cross,” he was looking at me when he said that, “your sister - your real sister, Allison - was a magical girl who battled a succubus right here in my school. Yes, I know about magical creatures, and I’m really, really not comfortable with how many of you keep popping up here.” He looked over at Eve. “So tell me, Evelyn, what are you?”

Eve asked, “Would you believe me if I said I was a succubus who turned into a human and I’m not magical at all anymore?”

He sat there for a moment and looked like he was about to yawn. “Whatever,” he finally said, “just don’t go around telling people you’re her long-lost twin sister, most people here are smart enough not to believe that.”

Did this just work? Eve asked.

Don’t ask me, I’m still confused.

“Um, yes, sir,” Eve said.

The both of us stood up. Eve made it to the door before I did, because I glanced back at the principal and wondered just what the hell he’d seen Allie do to a succubus last year. After that, I followed Eve back out into the hallway.

***

“Okay, I’m ready for my first day of high school!” Eve exclaimed, a little bit more loudly than I wanted her to. Thankfully, nobody was around to hear it.

“It’s really your second day,” I said as I took a sip of soda from my Mountain Dew bottle, “but your first day was as me.”

“Exactly, that’s why this is my first day, and I’m excited!”

“You really shouldn’t be,” Mindy said, suddenly arriving from out of nowhere. “But, now that there’s two big-titted redheads from the Cross household in school, the place can be a little more lively.”

I smacked her on the back of the head. “Don’t draw attention to us.”

“Why not? It’s cool!” She turned to Eve. “Are you into guys or girls? Please tell me girls!”

Eve shook her head. “Sorry. Dicks over chicks for me.”

“Fuck. It’s really hard to find girls to get with in this town. Especially since Gabby and Kendra are the only other dykes I know of here and they’re dating.”

Terry rounded the corner and saw us. “Well, there’s a buncha girls over here,” he said with a smirk on his face, “and one ‘em’s my girlfriend.” He asked Eve, “Can I borrow Mikey, I have some appreciation to her give her.”

I wrapped my arms around him. “Um, you ask me if you can borrow me. Eve is not her step-sister’s keeper.”

Eve laughed. “Yeah, you two go spend whatever time you need. And she’s only dressed like that because I pointed the outfit out!” After that, she and Mindy both turned and made their way to the cafeteria.

Terry put his hands on my waist and smiled. “You do look hot.”

“Shut it,” I said, “I don’t want Eve to have the satisfaction.” I kissed him on the cheek. “Other than this personal display of affection, was there something you wanted?”

He kissed me on the cheek. “There was, actually. Do you like Chinese food?”

“What?”

“Well, I kinda wanna take you to dinner before the movie, and this new Chinese place opened up across the street from the theater.”

“I’ve never had Chinese food.”

“Good, neither have I, let’s give it a try.”

I sighed. “Fine, what are you taking me to see, anyway?”

“I haven’t decided if it’s The Nut Job 2 or Mother. Or, if all else fails, Logan Lucky is still in theaters.”

“Haven’t you seen that like four times already?”

“Yeah, but not with you.”

I don’t know if he was trying to be sweet, but it worked. I hugged myself closer to him. “Well, how about we see that?”

“Not The Nut Job 2?”

“I don’t even know what that is.”

“Some animated movie.”

“Logan Lucky, babe.”

He chuckled. “Fine with me.”

Thanks to the movie talk, my mind drifted back to my thoughts from last night. I pulled away a bit. “Do you think our life these past few weeks could be a rom-com?”

“Why are you asking this?”

“Something I thought about last night.”

He rubbed at his chin. “Well, I guess it could. Silly shit thanks to Eve, us falling for each other, I think our life kinda is a rom-com.”

“Yeah, and Eve, Allie and I had the requisite amount of drama with the whole succubus/magical girl war that we ended.”

He smiled. “Since we fell in love, I guess we could probably skip the mandatory mid-movie break-up part.”

“Obviously.”

“And all good rom-coms end with a kiss and look toward a happy future, right?”

“Why are you asking me?”

“You’re the girl?”

I sighed. “I don’t see why not.”

He hugged me closer and pressed his lips to mine. And I was ready for the happy future part.