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A high school student finds a grimoire that shows how to make magical disguises. |
Previously: "Making Someone's Dream Come True"  Yumi is back in her panties and top when you return to the bedroom with two bottles of spring water, but she's sitting up on the bed and twirling her shorts around on the end of a finger. As you enter, she tries giving you that same smoky and seductive leer as earlier. "Cindy," she whimpers. "Come kiss my pussy some more." "Shut up!" you hiss, and glance behind into the hallway. Luckily, it's empty. "Get a fucking grip on yourself, man," you say as you close the door. "What if—?" "Psht. Get a grip," she echoes and paws at her crotch. "I got nothing to get a grip on, man, and I'm fucking horny still. Fuck!" She strokes herself with a fingertip and gasps. "I keep thinking of Yumi's pussy, and how I want to—" "Well, try calming down with this." You hand her a water bottle; she tucks it down the front of her panties and grinds it into her pussy. "God, you're disgusting!" "Well, what are you gonna do tonight after I'm gone?" She sits up, but continues to stroke and squeeze the bottle like it's a fat cock. "Is Cindy's pussy so dainty she—?" "I'm gonna have fun!" you protest. "I've just got more self-control than you do, is all." You sit at the desk, opposite her. "And I'm asking you to have a little more self-con— What?" Yumi is looking you up and down with a light sneer. You glance down at yourself, and see nothing wrong, until you realize you have crossed your legs at the knee and ankle in a very "femme" way. With a sigh, you uncross them and spread your knees out, like a guy would. "You're not going to be like this at school, are you?" you ask. "I 'unno," she mumbles. "Shit." She wipes her forehead with the back of her arm. "I'm a fucking cheerleader now, I'm gonna be at practice, gonna be in the fucking changing room with a buncha other naked cheerleaders." She sits up very straight. "Shower with me tomorrow?" she pleads. "If we have time. Chelsea doesn't always give us time to get really cleaned up after practice." She snorts. "How th'fuck you know that?" "Because I've got Cindy's memories." "Thppbt! Bullshit. Fairfax and them, they say—" "Well, I do," you insist. "I don't know how, maybe something weird with the mask, but I've got all her memories and I think I've got some of her personality and stuff." "So you got her memories'n shit?" Yumi looks dumbfounded. Moronic and dumbfounded. "Already?" You nod. She stares at you. Then a horrible grin spreads across her face, and she chucks her chin at you. "So," she smirks, "you remember what Javits's cock tastes like?" You feel your expression harden. "Yes." She smirks at you. "And tomorrow you'll remember everything Yumi remembers." The grin slowly fades from her face, replaced by a look of thoughtfulness, and then of worry. "Like what?" "You'll find out," you singsong at her, though you really have no idea what shivery memories Yumi might be carrying around. "But speaking of Javits, can you give me a ride to school tomorrow?" "How come?" "Well, I told Lucy I didn't need a ride from her—" "Don't you got a car?" You sigh. "If you had Yumi's memories, Keith, you'd know I don't. But if Lucy doesn't take me to school, then I have to get Seth to come by and pick me up. Which he usually does. I mean, he usually picks Cindy up in the mornings. But if you said you'd give me a ride—" Yumi falls back onto the bed, and her free hand again goes to her pussy. "Give me another ride," she says, "an' I'll carry you to fuckin' school on my back!" * * * * * So you eat her out again, though you break it off before bringing her climax (which she doesn't seem to mind) and then you insist on doing some homework. You do it on the bed, though, lying on your stomach with Yumi laying beside you. She can't stop leaving your hair alone, though, and a couple of times she throws a leg over yours and tries humping you like a dog would. By ten o'clock you've had enough, and you tell Keith he has to take himself and Yumi's body home. He begs to stay and spend the night, telling you he's terrified of fucking up if he goes back to Yumi's place without her memories, but you are very firm about seeing him out the door. He is borderline tearful, and shoots you lots of angry, disgruntled looks as he shuffles off toward Yumi's car. Upstairs again, you get ready for bed, which means scrubbing off makeup, brushing and combing out your hair, and taking care of your teeth. The latter involves three different kinds of floss, the use of a waterpik, an electric toothbrush, a tongue scraper, and mouthwash. Then you change into a soft sleeping gown and after putting out the lights you crawl between creamy sheets. Wow, you think as you turn onto your side and slide a hand down between your legs. When I woke up this morning, it was going to be an ordinary day. And now I'm somebody else. Or somebody else is me. Your eyelids droop closed. I was just the same old ordinary girl, but then— Without noticing, you fall into a deep sleep. * * * * * You're woken by the chiming of your phone, which is on your desk. Your mind reels drunkenly as you pull yourself upright and lunge half out of bed to grab it. Your hair falls across your face, and it takes you a minute to numbly comprehend the text and its meaning: I'm outside, u ready soon? You swipe the screen to the clock, and see that it's six-thirty. The text is from Seth. You forgot last night to tell him not to come pick you up. You sigh deeply, then patiently thumb in a reply: No I'm running late go on without me. How long u be? Too long. Just go without me see you at school luv u bye. You wince after hitting "send," having not realized you had typed in the last, rote expression of regard. You wait until you hear the sound of a motor moving off outside, then stagger to your feet and stumble to the bathroom to start getting ready. Even if you hadn't forgotten to text Seth, you would be late getting started. So it's a somewhat truncated shower that you take, giving yourself hardly more time than to wash your hair. Once out, you tie it all up inside a towel and quickly dry off before throwing your sleeping gown back on. After that, you concentrate quickly on getting made up. That means lots of washing and scrubbing and the application of cleansers and acne medicines before laying down a foundation for the rest of the work. You hardly have time to enjoy the sight of your reflection in the mirror, though after getting the mascara on, you do indulge in a little staring contest with yourself. You really do have big, beautiful green eyes! Out in the bedroom, you text Yumi to confirm that she'll be picking you up, and to get an ETA. She is very late in replying, which gives you time to change into a sloppy but carefully considered ensemble: short-shorts that disappear under the drooping hem of an XXL white sweatshirt with the University of Vermont logo on the front ( a giant green "V" for "Vredenburg"), and pink, broken-in canvas Chuck Taylors that you pull on over your bare feet. You're patiently combing your shimmering platinum hair into long sheets when Yumi's reply comes in: twenty minutes, she says. Which give you enough time for a fast breakfast of egg whites, fakin' bacon, skim milk, and a shot of orange juice, which you take at the breakfast table with your father. He's engrossed in his tablet, but he glances up to ask if Lucy is supposed to be taking you to school. You shake your head and tell him that Yumi will be coming by. * * * * * It's cool and overcast as you wait out front for Yumi, and you're foreboding rain when her silver Sentra swings around the corner and comes purring to a stop at the curb. You throw your pack into the back seat, and climb into the front. "Tch!" you exclaim as you buckle yourself in. "Have I ever told you how much I love your car? I'm gonna steal it from you, one of these days!" Yumi gives you a slit-eyed side glance, and a secret smile. "Wanna swap?" she asks as she pushes back into the street. "What?" "Faces and cars." "Are you serious?" The proposal takes you aback. "Not really," she says. You're still in a residential neighborhood, but she pushes the car up past thirty-five. Just like the real girl would do. "I was just thinking maybe you're having some regrets." "You mean about last night?" "What?" She wheels on you, then flushes. "No! Fuck me, that was awesome, dude," she growls through clenched teeth. "I got myself off again after I went to bed, and I almost creamed myself—or whatever girls call it—in the shower this morning." Her knuckles whiten on the wheel. "We're gonna do that again, like, tonight, aren't we?" "Sure thing." You stroke her thigh, which is bare beneath the red-and-white checkered skirt that's riding high up her legs. "But you need to control yourself at school. Yumi's not a dyke, is she?" "No," she growls in the back of her throat. "But I'm thinkin'a comin' out as one. Wouldn' be a surprise, would it?" "Maybe not," you allow. "But we're only doing this temporarily, you know. You don't want to screw anything up for her, for after we let the girls loose again." "Fuck me, man." She shoves a hand between her thighs. "I ain't givin' this up less'n I can get me another. Kendra, maybe, or— Wait a minute." She squints over at you. "Whaddaya mean, we're not gonna screw things up for—? You're gonna bust up with Javits, right?" You've given it some thought in the back of your mind. Bust him and Cindy up? Or just torture him while still being his girlfriend? Next: "Tortures Planned, Torments Suffered" |
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