Spoiler Tags: Futa, Futanari, Transformation, MtF, Wish, Magic, Male to Female, Femdom, Male to Female, Reluctance, Pheromones, Forcedshifting, Eldritch
"Hey Lana, is everything okay in there? The smell of smoke is drifting under the door and I'm concerned that either you're in danger or you're doing something you really shouldn't. Either way, I'm coming in to check on you." The smoke wasn't thick enough to make me think there was an out of control fire. We lived in an old house off campus so there was nobody else she could blame it on.
And I
know
that
I
didn't do it.
"No! Don't!" She shouted, her voice muffled by the door.
"I'll give you until the count of three in case you're naked and need to cover up."
"Please don't. Everything's fine." There was the sound of scuffling around and something falling to the floor with a loud clang and the scent of woodsmoke grew stronger.
Although we weren't super close, I considered her a friend. We'd met when we'd both come down to the house we currently lived in to meet the owner. He'd taken one look at the two of us and offered the place up on the spot.
The rent was so good I immediately accepted. Now I'm thinking that I might not have known what I was getting myself into. Also his beard had seemed odd. Too... Wriggly.
"That's it! I'm coming in on one, two, three." On three I put my shoulder into the door, cracking the fire-weakened frame and opening the room. Mentally prepared for anything, I surveyed the place.
Check that. Mentally prepared for
almost
anything.
The place was mostly cleared out of furniture. Not in the sense that there were only a few articles of furniture; the bed, the dresser, the end table, the desk and chair were all still there. At least parts of them were. The majority of their volume was just melted into the floor or the walls or whatnot without any seeming rhyme or reason. The desk and chair looked more like two dimensional decals than anything usable while the end table seemed complete but was comfortably settled with all four feet on the ceiling. The bed was mostly intact but it was tilted with one side almost flush against the floor while the other stood at the normal height.
Oh shit. Some sort of sinkhole?
But that didn't make sense, as the flooring was intact. A perfectly circular hole was charred through the majority of the dresser, and what was left seemed to be radiating an eerie crimson light. On the floor was a six-pointed star encased in a circle that seemed to be burned, etched, and painted all at the same time. Within that star were various sigils of a language I didn't recognize. In fact, even a casual glance was enough to make my eyes scurry away, fleeing toward a safer target. They fell onto the lone person, Lana, and then they refused to leave.
She was not the Lana I remembered. Whatever had been done to the room had also had an effect on her. Streaks of blue ran across her face and down her shoulders, like someone had dipped their fingers in paint and dragged them across her skin. Completely naked, her arm darted up to cover her smallish breasts while her hand went to hide what was between her legs. Steam wisped off her body like she was a naked time-traveling robot coming to murder a child. Her skin was flawless, which was odd because once, when we were drunk, she'd shown me an angry red scar on her side from a surgery she'd needed in middle school. That was now gone. It also appeared that all the hair but for that on her head was now gone, including that which might have crowned her now-covered sex. Her fingernails looked strange, like they'd been painted blue with the edges blackened by fire. As much as I could remember, Lana hadn't gone in for that sort of ornamentation.
Unable to think of anything else to say, I gave a lame," Alright then. I'll come back later." I shut the door slowly and quietly, questioning my sanity the entire time.
"No. Mitch," Lana said in a broken voice, clearly on the verge of tears. "Please. Help. Please."
I couldn't do it.
I couldn't leave her like that. It didn't matter that my instincts were urging me to leave as quickly as possible and never look back.
Well shiiiiiit.
Taking a deep breath that did nothing to settle my racing heart, I reopened the door. She still looked the same. But now she was curled up in a ball, her knees hugged to her chest and her brunette hair draped over her head hiding her expression but not the sobs that wracked her body every few seconds.
"How about I get you some pajamas?"
She didn't say anything but nodded her head. From behind her, I could see a fleshy protrusion wiggle across the floor.
She has a tail!
Trying to play it cool, I smiled at her even though she probably couldn't see me and walked to my room. Once there my eyes widened and I folded my arms across my chest in an evolutionary-impulse to protect my vitals, my pulse pounding.
This can't be happening. This can't be happening.
When that failed to convince myself, I sketched the sign of the cross above me and grabbed a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie. I was by no means a religious man but I figured it wouldn't hurt. Just in case. Returning to her destroyed room, I offered her the clothing.
"I'll just give you some privacy. So you can get dressed."
As I was turning to leave, she stopped me with a quiet, "No."
I hesitated. The safety of the hallway in sight.
"Please stay. It helps. Having you here."
I guess... I guess I have no choice.
"Okay."
She rose to her feet, exposing herself to me once again. This time it seemed almost inconsequential to her whether I looked at her or not. The majority of the strangeness covered, she looked almost normal apart from the foot long nub that swayed just above her butt where her clothing met in the middle. Her hair also had changed in the short time since the incident, the color fading from the tips into a silver gradient that went maybe halfway up each strand. Other than that she seemed perfectly fine.
I, on the other hand, am increasingly not fine.
Every second I spent in the room, the otherworldly aura seeped into my psyche and I began to panic.
Putting on a brave face, I forced an unconvincing smile to my lips and settled my arm around her shoulders. "How about we get you out of here? Let's head to the living room."
She nodded again and began to walk at my urging. I breathed a sigh of relief when I was able to shut the door behind us and close off that place. Out of sight, out of mind had never been a more relevant phrase for me.
After I got her settled on the couch, I hovered over her, uncertain about how I should help.
How do you help someone with this kind of thing? Do they make a Hallmark card with 'Sorry you've been struck by some sort of magical force and are turning into a monster'? Also magic is real...
I don't know how to feel about that.
With no other experience to draw from, I defaulted into treating it like a regular sickness. "I'm gonna go make a cup of tea. Do you want any?"
She hesitated for a long time, sitting there motionlessly, and I started to think she might be going into shock.
After I get the water going I should grab her a blanket. I think that's-
"Yes. Tea would be lovely," Lana's voice came out even and resolute.
Astonished, I couldn't do much but blink at her and head numbly toward the kitchen.
Has she... Has she always sounded like that?
The Lana I knew was a kind soul, a little bit nerdy and nervous but a good person. She liked to stay in and play games or watch shows over going out to get a drink. I used to wonder if she had a thing for me, but she never did anything about it. And then I saw her sharing a kiss with a girl on our front porch and I thought I must've been mistaken. But through all my interactions with her, one thing remained constant: she lacked confidence. In even the smallest decision she bounced back and forth, made pros and cons lists, until finally coming to an uncertain conclusion.
The way she said yes to the tea had me rattled. And I stood over the stove in a haze until the piercing whistle from the kettle announced the water was boiling. Glancing around restlessly, I grabbed a couple cups and tea packets in one hand with the kettle in the other as I headed back to my waiting roommate.
Lana was relaxed on the couch, fiddling with a strand of hair, looking at the silver tips and bending it side to side. Setting the glasses down, I filled them with water and dunked the tea bags inside.
A genuine smile crossed her lips, reaching as far as her eyes and she thanked me.
Have they always been such a vivid shade of blue? I honestly can't remember.
"Do you want to talk about it?" I asked after a period of silence.
"If nothing else, I feel like I should. For your sake. Is there a particular place you'd like me to start?"
About a dozen questions swirled through my head for a second before I settled on the most relevant one. "So... magic is real."
She snorted a laugh. "Funnily enough that comes as a surprise to me too. Before today I hadn't been able to make anything actually work. I think it has to be the new tome I got from a strange shop I found the other day."
"Strange shop?" I asked, pulling on the string of my teabag to make the steaming water bounce in the cup.
"Yeah. I told you I was thinking of getting a fish, and while I was at the store, the clerk asked if I was looking for anything special. After I expressed interest she took me to the back room and... You know what, this is hardly relevant." Reaching down, she curled her hands around the cup of tea and placed it to her lips. I watched in awe as she took steady swallows of the near boiling liquid like it was nothing. She set the cup down, her tongue darting from her mouth to wipe the excess droplets from her lips.
