By the time I'd found Olivia and Alesha neither of them remembered the video. I didn't bother trying to remind them.
Emma's parents picked her, and by association me, up. They turned out to be pretty much what I'd assumed them to be- tall, portly and painfully boring. They asked me a handful of questions on the ride over that hinted that they suspected- well, hoped, by the way her mother kept sneaking glances in my direction- to be a suitor of their daughter. Emma didn't exactly do a lot to dissuade them, sporting a lecherous grin as she asked me about my day.
It wasn't the most embarrassing thing I'd ever done- not compared to the time that time that Alesha had gotten into a screaming match with the principal over the use of the word "maternal' (I would be glad when
that
memory, at least, went away) but it was pushing its way into the top five.
Eventually- despite her parents driving ten under the speed limit- we arrived at her home. One look at the cookie-cutter suburban fortress of respectability, listening to the droning voices of the parents as we pulled up into the driveway, and I felt much, much closer to understanding the entire 'queen of the night' shtick that she'd decided to run with.
We went upstairs, the door open in deference to her parent's fears concerning teen pregnancies. I entered a room swathed in shadows and strange symbols and heavy metal posters. She turned and sat on the bed. "So. What'ya got?"
I took in a deep breath and explained everything to her- the coin purse I'd found in my pocket one night. The Girlfriend Coin. Giving it to Oliver- explaining who Oliver was, first of all, the arrogant, cocky bully who'd been turned into the loving, cocky girlfriend. Telling Alesha about what happened and her new status as my sister. Mai's transformation from quiet best friend to drop-out shut-in and then into a newly confident girl. I didn't mention the more sexual aspects of my new relationship with Mai and Alesha but I could see her joining the dots.
I finished speaking. Her eyes gleamed in the dark of her room. "Well?" I said.
"Well what?"
"Have you heard...anything...like this happening?"
"No," she said. "Do you have the coin purse with you?"
I paused. "Well- yeah."
"Can I see it?"
"Do you need to?" I was rapidly beginning to see the direction this conversation would go. "Every single girl that's seen these coins..."
"Check it."
"What?"
She leant forward, pimply face gleaming. "Check. The. Purse."
"I don't-"
"Call it my price for helping you. You can forget the money. Just check the purse."
I reached into my pocket and wrapped my hand around the coin purse. My fingers felt something hard and circular within.
"There's a new coin, isn't there?" she whispered.
"Yes."
"Check it." She was leaning forward so much that I could see into her puppy-fat ladened cleavage. "Go on."
I pulled it out and reached inside. I turned away and looked at the coin, shielding it with my body. I read the inscription.
And let out a long, slow breath.
"It's my coin, isn't it?" she asked.
I held out the coin. In the centre of the gleaming disk were the words WICKEDLY HOT WITCH.
She held out her hand and that was that.
I'd never see the coin take effect before; the person who took it either left or I did. This was the first time that I'd been present to witness the change.
It was swift and subtle; less like a transformation and more a sudden shift in perspective, like one of those trick pictures where you think you're looking at one picture and then you realise that it's actually another. One moment Emma was a fat, snarky goth with too much makeup and a flair for the dramatic; and then the next...
Her hair- her greasy hair that still sported blonde roots- had suddenly always flowed down her back like an ebon waterfall. Her plumpness had always been voluptuous curves, the soft pale skin of her cleavage flowing out of her elegant dark green dress. Her pale complexion had never needed makeup and her dark eyes had always gleamed with the wicked promise of dark secrets.
She rose from the bed and chuckled- a deep, throaty sound that did interesting things to my libido- and eyed a room full of stoppered bottles, old texts and parchment pages full of strange symbols posted to a message board. "Ah! Well, that's a most pleasant change. Now on to business."
"Business?"
"You wanted to understand the riddle of your blessing, did you not? You wanted to puzzle out your sudden change of fortune?"
"I wanted to lose the coins, if that's what you meant."
She shook her head. "Lose them! What foolishness. You've been given your heart's desire and now you seek to give it back?"
I said, "Look. I'll be the first to admit that...okay, this was...nice."
"Nice?" She quirked her lips and raised and eyebrow. "Nice? You've created a world of erotic joy, my pretty boy. Tell me, which was the sweeter girl in your bed? Your enemy? Your sister? Your friend? Or perhaps you'll come to enjoy the taste of the school queen's blonde tresses as she lovingly caters to your every whim?" She advanced on me, eyes glowing in the dark. "Well? What part of this do you deny?"
I gulped as she crawled atop me, those soft breasts pressing against my chest. "That's not it! I turned them all into those things without asking!"
She was straddling me now, her breath hot in my ear as she murmured, "Oh! So we have a proper knight then, who cares about the women he romances! But are you sure that they're so uncertain? You think Alesha doesn't relish the chance to take this," she reached down to squeeze at my erection, "every night? That Mai isn't happier the way she is?"
"Yes but..." It was near-impossible to think as she slipped her hand into my jeans and began to stroke me. "Oliver! And T...Tracey! They wouldn't like what I've done to them!"
"Hmmm..." She sighed and licked her lips as her hands began to move in a hypnotic pattern, up and down. "I suppose...although I'd argue that those two might well be happiest."
"You'd said you would help me."
"Ah, but that was the old Emma, wasn't it? You'll have to make a deal with the new Emma."
"Hey!"
"Consider it payment for changing me," and with that she gave another throaty laugh. "Besides, I don't think you'll object..." and with that she pushed away from me and undid some sort of catch on her dress. Her entire set of clothes collapsed to the floor.
I gaped at her body; pale and buxom and flawless, her full breasts hanging on her chest with only the slightest hint of droop. She gleamed pale in the dark room like an erotic phantom as she said, "Give me your seed, you virile man, and I will give you the key to ending your gift- should you be willing to use it. Well? Do you agree?"
