Fun in Sandals (MTF Nerdification, WG, MentalChange, Humiliation)

"Jack, we don't have all day, drink the fucking rest of the fucking magic juice."

Layla, somehow, as she often could, managed to keep her voice soft, almost rounded, while expressing an impressive amount of urgency and contempt.

"You can't just bitch out right now, you're half transformed, for Christ's sake."

"I... Ooooo..."

Jack let out a low, slow moan as his tits swelled. His shoulders crackled into a more narrow enclosure, as if to complement his new, modest breasts. His face had already plumped into that of a vaguely fat girl, thus making his look of confusion and arousal irresistible for Layla's libido.

"Jesus Christ, now I gotta change my panties." Layla declared. "How did you manage to turn out that well?"

"I..." Jack suddenly covered his face with both his hands. "Shut up... I'm not hot..." She tightened her squeeze. "Why can't I stop thinking about him?" He half consciously grabbed his right breast, the softness of it made him flush deeply.

Layla rolled her eyes. "That was the plan, remember?" She stared at Jack condescendingly. "I think you were there when we designed the spell together?"

"I... I..."

"Come on."

Layla grabbed Jack's arm. The supple skin, marked with subtle freckles, sent a shiver down her spine. She'd had sex with Jack before and she had felt his arm. So the knowledge of his body hair now being so much more delicate and sparse... it did things to Layla.

"Come on," she repeated, prepping a small, cylindrical vial to Jack's mouth, "you ain't got much left."

Jack's eyes clenched inwards, his brow furrowing as he reluctantly drank the remaining liquid. He coughed as he finished.

"God, Layla, I didn't know it would happen like this, though." Jack's face twisted into a blend of regret and disbelief.

His thighs swelled once again, exploding from the inside with fat. Jack let out a small and startled eep. "They're touching now. I'm so fat... I got no chance." He turned to Layla, his eyes wet, "I want him so bad, Layla, but I'm, like... I feel cringe and plain. Fuck."

Jack's thighs expanded once more. He squished one tightly and quickly inhaled, choking back a sob. His belly, which was already slightly protruding, swelled with two rapid splurts, stretching the high-rise jeans Layla had chosen for him. The waistband strained as it rose, fat settling in front of Jack's penis into a defined teardrop shape.

"Like," Jack said, immediately surprised by his gay tone, "I messaged him yesterday and he's talking about all the venues he djs at." He couldn't help but notice how he was speaking way more rapidly than usual. "Before he started, y'know, ghosting me? And, like... he also goes to concerts? And I'm, like..."

Jack's feet softened and elongated, becoming delicate, but still somewhat imposing for those a girl. As they stopped lengthening and plumping, they generously fit his cringy plastic sandals, stretching them somewhat. He assumed an awkward pose as the arches flattened, slanting his fattening shoulders inward, accentuating a developing, slight hunch.

"Like... God, I'm so boring." He let out a quick, nervous laugh and cringed. "I texted him that I just hang with my girlfriends all the time? Idk, I thought it would be cute, eheh... And when I do get out, I... like... well... oh..."

Will moaned deeply as his penis retracted into his fat pubic mound.

"Oooooooooh~"

It turned into a clitoris.

"Ooooh~ Like... What the hell!" Jack cried. "I can feel my sexual partners changing?!!" he yelled in a high pitch squeal.

Indeed, his 7 ex girlfriends were quickly abandoning his mental store, turning male to reflect Jack's new proclivities. Their arms gained a circunference that registered passionately on Jack's new lady parts. "Hooo~" she moaned again, lost in her new memories of having sex with the expanding torsos of her past girlfriends. As they transformed, they gradually became bigger and taller than his diminishing 5'4 frame, their role in sex shifting into towards a more dominant predisposition. Most memories of sex now included Jack being topped, penetrated, touched in a way that she sometimes found rough, raw. Some of her boyfriends would insult her during sex, and Jack found that she liked it in the moment, but later complained about it to her closest friends.

"Oh gosh~ That's nice~" She giggled. "Yeah, haha. Men, I guess. At least I- Uh?"

It was then that Jack's past game started to... dissipate - for lack of a better word - as the torsos scrunched inwards, the biceps lost muscle tissue, the sex talk became more plain and awkward. Soon, the 7 exes had become slender young men, with a face that showcased virginity like the beam of lighthouse. Jack felt her tinder chats widen, getting deeper and longer, vaguer, anxious and reluctantly reaching any action. Had she found all of her boyfriends on Tinder? It probably wasn't like this a moment ago... how did she manage to not to to any social gathering, whatsoever?

"I'm... oh~ An indoor person, Layla..."

Then the number went down. First, it became 3. Jack could barely understand how his memory changed, but his body responded very quickly.

"N... no... nn~"

His vagina hardened, the labia becoming tighter, the feeling of openness leaving Jack. She'd learned to love that experience. In this quick interlude of her memory shifting, she'd learned how it felt to be so open for someone else. To feel a man inside you as you seemingly spread your entire being onto him, like a full body embrace. All of this was enclosing into something that was narrow and stiff. Tight. As the remaining 3 exes vanished from her mind, their faces became blurry and distant. Her inner vaginal tissue hardened and retreated from lack of intercourse, her labias losing all of the acquired elasticity. Her hymen - that thin membrane that partially covers the vaginal opening - lost the memory of becoming torn and bleeding. She knew she will have to be hurt again.

"No..." Jack repeated, confused. "Like, he probably had so many girlfriends. Can I, like, satisfy him? I'm such virgin, lol." She laughed nervously. "Fuck..."

"Oh." Layla muttered, sporting a tired expression. She'd bound the psychological part of the potion to a ring on her right index finger. This had allowed her to temporarily experience Jack's memory changes in her own mind. "That was wild..." she continued, as the effects of the ring dissipated completely. "So intense... almost makes me feel glad for my exes. Almost."

"Girl..." Jack said. He then burst into tears. She didn't notice it, but one of her mind-barriers had been completely obliterated by the potion, making her emotional expressions the free and loud outbursts of a socially awkward woman. Any trace of stoicism had been removed, her emotional control now big, clumsy and shaky.

"Oh come on!" Layla declared, hugging Jack. "I said almost! World would still be better without those hairy, penis-bearing creatures, hey? We don't need 'em!"

"But I doooooo!" Jack covered her cute and pudgy face. "I'm tired of reading so much horny literatureeeee!"

Layla burst out laughing, still tightly embracing Jack. "Girl, that's completely normal! A sex toy is so much better than a man! So much more versatile! And, it doesn't emotionally manipulate you!" She laughed again, not being able to talk for a while. "Don't say it out loud, though, Jesus!"

Jack abruptly stopped crying. Her eyes narrowed. She removed her right hand from her face, instinctively tucking it under her small boobs. "Stop pitying me." She said, pitifully. She noticed that it was now so much harder to look Layla in the eyes.

"It's the truth, you crybaby." Layla reiterated. "Now, shush and let's get some ice cream. You'll be back to yourself in no time." She smiled. "Well... as much as this is 'your self'? What I'm saying is..." Her smile diminished somewhat, giving way to compassion and love. "You'll see that you're capable of being a bit more... contained. Confident, even. And ice cream sure helps with that." She laughed, a warmth spreading over her body as she continued talking to her friend. "We'll also watch some shows. I can't wait to do that with you, honestly." She looked at Jack's partially hidden face. She was still avoiding her with her gaze. "Jesus, we're gonna be so good as besties."

Jack wiped tears from her soft cheeks. She still couldn't bring herself to believe how skin felt so soft under her pale, chubby hands. It was like touching a cloud. "Fuck me." She said. "You're gonna have to help, now, though, 'bestie'." Her tone turned accusatory, although remaining shaky and unsteady. "You said Carl likes dorky girls like..." She paused. "like me..."

"Oh, of course he does!" Layla declared. "Of course of course! He doesn't show it, but he's a big dork himself. Just had a slight glow up recently." She smiled. "It's noticeable, too. You just see him as this huge stud 'cause you're now an awkward mess yourself."

Jack flushed. "Shut up!"

"Oh? Don't like the deprecation when it comes from others, eh? Well we all know I can do it, though." She displayed a fiendish display of teeth. "Don't worry too much, hahaha. You'd just had a bad past, is all. And you've got bad metabolism." She produced a smug expression. "You still eat too much, though. But you'll see what being chased after by a boy does for self discipline."

"Chased... after? Like... seriously?"

Layla laughed loudly again. She produced a phone with a ridiculous fluo-green plastic cover from Jack's jeans pocket. It had multiple plastic critters of various colors haphazardly attached to it. She handed it to Jack.

"Oh my God, is that my phone now?"

"Yeah." Layla laughed again. "Look though! Open Hinge!"

Jack looked at Layla sideways, her face still contorted in a partial scowl. She then did as Layla asked, and found that she'd indeed been chatting with Carl on Hinge for 2 days.

12:00AM Carl: Sorry, phone died. I'm heading to bed, now, talk to u later. Good night :)

01:00AM Jack: "No worries, I'm collapsing in my bed, too. Just took a shower, lol..."

Jack visibly cringed and almost cried as she remembered typing that last message.

10:00AM Jack: "Heyy. Mornin :)"

"Goaaaaad!" Jack cried. "Still no replyyyyy!"

"Yeah, that bastard." Layla said. "I'm gonna punch him in the guts as soon as I see him. He'll have to have a darn good excuse." She smiled. "But you can rest assured that he'll be messaging you thoroughly and punctually by 18 sharp. That's when he finishes work."

"Oh..." Jack tried not to flush. Being self conscious about it only accentuated the amount of blood flow, her pale cheeks turning crimson. "Thanks Layla..."

"For what?! That's what besties do!"

Layla giggled. She couldn't believe Jack, who had just fucked her last night, actually willingly put himself in this situation. She knew he had weird kinks, but actually seeing it happen still seemed too surreal.

"I will miss this, y'know." Layla said. "When you'll become my boyfriend again."

The strength of their new friendship made Jack unconsciously mirror Layla's tone and pattern as he giggled in response.

"Really?" She said. "Girl." Her excitement burst forward with a short yelp. "I think I will, too, bestie~ But we can do this whenever, right?"

Layla laughed again. How did she come to acquire such a weird boyfriend? Then again, she knew being a witch often came with a pretty unconventional sex life. There were probably couples in some far off, magical place, which were doing some similar shit. Sill, in the human world, shifting reality for sexual enjoyment, or relationship strengthening and issues, was still seen as a transgressive act. That probably just made it better, though.

"Don't you worry." She said. Her eyes narrowed as she closed in on her former boyfriend, hugging her tightly. "Now let's go watch some TV."

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Hey all, hope you enjoyed this as much as I did. I think it turned out pretty well, eh eh.


What can I say, we all want a girlfriend like Layla. Yeah... well, we can just wait for magic to be real, I guess.

Meantime, have a good time in the real world. Don't drink too many sugary drinks <3

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