Jordan stared at her new, spellbound body in the mirror. The cool mist that surrounded her was receding from wherever it had come from and her mother, Helena had disappeared half an hour ago.
She touched her neatly trimmed pussy and felt a familiar, rising appetite within her, but this time it was tempered by her heightened self-control. She would have all that she wanted, but in her own time and at her own pace. Tonight she decided, instead of diddling herself at home, like a shut-in, she wanted to take her new form out for a test-run.
She looked at the exit to her dorm room, everyday before this one without fail she had gazed upon her door with cold uncertainty - a learnt fear from the rejection and teasing that had haunted her since second grade.
She was still apprehensive, but at least now she had renewed confidence. Thanks in large part to a lovely appearance and the promises of mystical abilities.
She dressed in her best clothes and placed a well manicured hand on the knob before shuddering.
'Knob' was such a hot word.
Turning it slowly she peeked out into the hallway to find it was chock-full of people. Normally she would have slammed the portal closed and braced it against an unforgiving world, once more resuming her non-stop marathon of olden time T.V. shows with intermittent self-abuse.
Yet this time she did not retreat back inside, she wasn't afraid as she was before. When her room sealed behind her, she was on the other side of her dimly lit jail cell, henceforth, Jordan was a prisoner no more.
She pressed her back against the wood, staring head-on toward the non-stop commotion that seized her entire floor in its wanton and debaucherous grip.
There was a celebrate afoot, like most nights yet this one seemed even larger and wilder than the usual fare. Well-built adonises in baggy shorts and little else between her an their nether-regions mixed unabashedly with the sultrily clad and enticing coed nymphs.
It was a summer's theme party, one that celebrated a long lost sunshine, as they all once again stewed within the cold chill of the late autumn.
She took a step and glanced at the discord that had befallen the dorms - discarded popcorn pieces and empty beer cans, lost undergarments. Littering the hallway as if no one present had ever heard of a garbage. No doubt they'd have to have those cleaned up before the dorm monitors came round in the afternoon.
The music blared and she could barely hear herself think. She looked back up at the party from the filth on the floor and found a dozen people silently staring at her.
Jordan froze like she'd been caught stealing a candy bar and stared mortified at all the eyes locked onto her.
The magic hadn't worked. She thought it had but obviously the people in front of her could still see her old, frumpy self. They were likely wondering what the troll was doing outside of her cage, interrupting their good time with her obnoxious presence.
Still, she felt brave, she just had to get out of the building. Once outside she'd find people who she could be comfortable around and vice versa.
The fact the fey queen had lied to her, even tricked her was a bitter sting to her heart, but one she could do little about.
A tall, blonde guy with green zinc-oxide on his nose and red trunks held out a can of light beer to her. She pulled back, thinking her might pour it on her.
"Pretty," he babbled. He didn't call her pretty, it was more like he had seen a fireworks display or something equally impressive. A marvel so incredible he could only mumble in awe before it.
Jordan looked behind her for who or what he was speaking about, she only saw the hallway, since her room was last on the floor.
"Stupid," he mumbled and she was taken aback. Was he calling her stupid? "You probably want a fresh one."
He was talking about 'himself' being stupid! He was offering 'her' a fresh beer. That was all very... unexpected.
He motioned for her to follow him and Jordan was amazed she could hear him at all. In fact, as she glanced around she was amazed to find that she was noticing almost everything. Jewelry on peoples' bodies, someone's lost phone on the floor, the absurd amount of paper confetti in use. Nothing really escaped her.
"I'm Josh," the guy said casting a subtle glance at her chest as he said it. "Are you new here?"
Drunken shouts from the other end of the hallway interrupted her answer and a bunch of shirtless guys carrying a full keg came barreling down the corridor.
She sidestepped them easily, her body moving with the grace of a dancer. The lead guy saw her twist away and seemed startled when he spotted her. His hand released his part of the keg and the whole front of it fell, slamming onto her foot unceremoniously.
"Shit!" yelled another of the men and Jordan was quickly surrounded by a throng of concerned beach-boys.
"Is she okay?" bellowed one.
"She took the edge of a full keg to her foot," sarcastically said another. "I'm sure she's fine."
They tried to get her to sit so they could pull at her black shoe, but Jordan yanked away from them wondering what the fuss was.
Sure, she'd felt the impact, but it hadn't hurt.
"I'm fine," she insisted five or six times before they would stop.
"That keg weighs over a hundred pounds," said the man who'd caused the accident. "Your foot has to be broken."
"Uh," she looked down at her footwear skeptically. "Steel-toes?"
"You're wearing steel-toed shoes to a beach party?" asked the same guy.
"Yes?" she spoke as if asking if they believed it.
All of the men were seriously drunk and stared at her glass-eyed.
"That's kinda hot," said the one. The rest thought about it and agreed to one degree or another.
"Let's get you some beer!" yelled another and she smiled but declined. As they set up a table down by her room to rest the keg upon Josh reappeared with a can for her. It was already open and she took a sip of it. The blonde man tipped the bottom to get her to drink more than she originally intended and she coughed as too much went down all at once.
She smiled and wiped off her chin, "It's good," she lied, beer was horrible.
He smiled and indicated they had lots more, but she waved him off politely.
"Who are you here with?" he repeated.
"Kale," she said, the first boy's name to come to her.
"Gale?" he asked. "Cool, we're tight."
She nodded not overly concerned about the mix up of names.
"Are you just friends?" he asked. "Or cousins or something?"
She hiccuped and covered her mouth. The beer wasn't sitting well and she was sweating, "How hot is it in here?"
"Well it is a beach party," he said indicating his outfit.
She shook off a weird, light-headed feeling and pointed to Gale's room, "I'm going to see Gale."
She walked off and Josh tried to make excuses why she should stay, but she was craving someone else's attention.
She spotted Gale inside her room, a bunch of people were in there as well. Sitting, standing, drinking - how was she going to get her alone?
Jordan thought about what her mother had told her regarding the Night-Orchard. She could return if she desired it, maybe desire was the key to fey magic. She remembered she had cranked her enchantment to 11, she must have had some sort of skill at it.
"Excuse me," she said clearly and all eyes went to her. "I 'desire' to speak with Gale. Could everyone else leave?"
Some people stood up as if wondering what they should do, while others ignored her.
Anger and arousal flushed up from within her and she stomped her foot loudly on the ground, "Leave! Now!"
