Waking up has never been easy for me, I've always been lethargic. A real mess. I'm not sure if I have a problem or not but that never really dominated my thoughts. Last night did however. My memories were foggy. I guess I drank too much. Looking up at a ceiling I didn't recognise suggested a somewhat successful evening. I tried recalling the prior evening.
A rare tinder match wanted to do a last minute late night date. I must have gone too fast on my right swiping spree because despite matching I wasn't keen. Look I've never been top of the roost myself but I wasn't in terrible shape.
Raven however, was the stereotypical image of a "feminist", not the normal kind but the exaggerated image one conjures in a mocking way. She was heavy set, pear shaped, short purple hair and a nose stud. Not particularly flattering at all. She wasn't absolutely awful, there was potential, she wasn't enormous but she was definitely still fat, her nose was in good shape, her hair whilst short looked well cared for and she did have a decent pair of tits. It's been a pretty long dry spell and a last minute invite was enough to lower my standards to head off. Grabbing a clean but unironed shirt I made my way into town. My phone buzzed and beeped as we made small talk.
Are you on your way?
Yeah just in a taxi now lol
Cool. Looking forward to it.
So is this bar any good?
Its cheap
Oh cool cool
The conversation wasn't going to win any literary awards. Seemed like neither of us were thrilled about our prospects. The ride eventually got into town, it was a little chilly on the walk through, bars and clubs lined the streets. Eventually after a few twists and turns and a quick Google Map search I found it. It was this relatively uninspiring club, "ran down" wasn't the right words but it was close. Making my way inside and my date for the evening was plain to see.
Across the under populated dance floor she waited. She was chatting to two absolute stunners. I couldn't believe the difference. They were both wearing these incredible dresses that made them look like models. My confidence took a hit, maybe that's wrong of me but knowing that there may have been an infinitesimal chance that I could be here with one of them made my decision to settle look foolish.
I tried shaking off the thought as I made my way across. Raven was short and definitely bigger than her photos suggested, wearing a frumpy flowery dress covered by a black cardigan. Her friends, Emma and Jane... form fitting red and black dresses.
Actually I remember her friends... They were whispering with a strange look on their faces. I didn't want to write it off but it seemed like pity or remorse. Maybe I lookee better than my photos and they were concerned I might reject her. I don't remember the intricacies of the conversation or much else of the night in truth. Her friends constantly bought new drinks to replenish the supply.
There was a bit of hurt to my masculine pride but hey free drinks are free drinks. I vaguely remember her friends having a lot of focus on me, making sure I was alright but I'm not sure why.
I doubt it was actually that late when I felt myself slipping. I was drinking fast partially from my own desire to put on the Beer Goggles before potentially getting lucky but also because they were almost egging me on.
The music was loud, my head was starting to pulse and I could barely hear. Raven seemed to perk up by this time, she wasn't really drinking I don't think but like a hunter stalking prey she seemed ready to pounce. She stepped up and began whispering in my ears. What did she even say? I assume she was asking whether I wanted to be with her. A stuffy way of saying lets have sex but I relented.
As she took my hand and we left the club, Emma and Jane flashed me one last look, almost begging me to run. I didn't listen.
Heading back to Raven's place I was eager to get started. She seemed hesitant. I was kind of thrown back by her general reluctance. I wasn't going to press the issue, at the very least I'd appreciate crashing on a couch.
When we got to her flat she ushered me inside. It wasn't pretty looking, it was quite dirty, messy and littered with wiccan and witch stuff. I wasn't surprised, this tracked with my thoughts. She headed in first, almost pulling me. That did surprise me, in the taxi back its like she was completely uninterested but now she was completely overtaken.
Oh yeah, that's the ceiling. Now I remember it's her bedroom. I remember getting undressed or rather her undressing me pushing me on the bed. She exhaled a large reluctant sigh before turning back to me. I remember her saying something but I wasn't quite sure... and then I guess we did it? Typically, the only part of the night I was interested in and that's the part I couldn't remember.
I looked to the side, my head was spinning but the bed was vacant. I leaned forward to get up. I fell back. I fell back? Was I still tired, my body was so heavy. I looked down at the bed. My world shattered.
I struggled to find the words in my brain to even understand the situation. I screamed. Suddenly bursting through the draws two women in pyjamas that I'd seen the night before burst in.
I don't even remember what happened next. I think I passed out, woke up and repeated that cycle. Maybe for an hour or so. Emma and Jane stayed with me the entire time.
Eventually I was lucid or mentally strong enough to take full stock of what I saw. Everything below my chin was that of a fat stocky woman, huge tits that parted to expose a bloated belly with a purple gemmed piercing in the belly button. Eventually Jane's patience wore out. A swift hand struck across my cheeks.
The sharp sting hurt more than I expected, I opened my mouth to respond in anger but her stares dared me to try and object.
Emma broke the silence. "So... how about you take a deep breath. Go on." I did. I felt my chest take in as much oxygen as it could before exhaling. I could feel the slight shift of weight from this body.
I was marginally more composed. I opened my mouth to speak but words struggled to form. Emma gently closed it and took the lead.
"I'm not sure how to begin or how to say it, so I'm just going to come out and say it. Raven's a real witch, not this fake bullshit, she was tired of being her so she stole your body and now you're her."
