Why did it always seem like the “crazies” were drawn to James?
James was sitting at his desk in his room trying to study but he couldn’t focus on the notes one bit. It had been a long day. Wednesday’s were always busy and long, what with classes and work. Luckily Thursdays were simpler; only one class later in the day and he wouldn’t have to work.
But school and classes weren’t what had him frazzled. After leaving the office James had met up with a few friends at the bar. He wasn’t much of a drinker but he was fond of the company and the atmosphere. There they all were, talking and joking and having fun, when the stranger approached them.
“U-um, excuse me,” the quiet girl said trying get their attention. She gently tapped James on the shoulder getting his attention and the rest of the group’s in the process. “C-could I talk to you for a moment, James? One on one?”
“Uh, sure I guess,” James said frowning. He followed the girl away from the table, his friends immediately talking up a storm about him and her. Standing closer to the bar now, the girl turned and smiled at James. He smiled back at her, a little awkwardly. “What can I do for you?”
“M-my name is Bethany. You can call me Beth,” she said quietly, face red. She extended her hand. After a beat James awkwardly shook it. “I-I don’t know if you recognize me but we have a few classes together and, well, I was wondering if-if…I was wondering if you’dliketogooutsometime.”
Between her quiet voice, the stuttering, and the way she ran her words together, it took James a moment to put together what she asked. When the request clicked, James grimaced. He did his best to hide it and, since he didn’t see her react to it, he hoped Beth hadn’t noticed. He didn’t want to do this to her, she seemed nice and it must have taken a lot to ask this, but he had to decline.
“Look, Beth, I’m sorry,” he tried to sound as sincere as he felt. “I’m flattered. I really am, but I’m gonna have to decline. I’m sorry.”
“I-I…oh. Ok then,” she whimpered. James felt horrible. He could see the tears welling up and her lip trembling. The next word she spoke so quietly James wasn’t sure if she was just that upset, that he wasn’t meant to hear, or he was imagining it. “Why?”
“Why?” James repeated, or at least he thought so. He still wasn’t sure it wasn’t his imagination but he’d already started. “Well, it’s not your fault or anything. It’s just, uhm, well…I, uh, guess you’re just not my type…”
James regretted those words immediately. Beth didn’t even say anything. The tears that were welling up began to flow and she turned and ran, leaving James alone and feeling like an ass. The rest of the night was awkward, what with the guilt he was feeling and the way his friends tried awkwardly not to talk about what happened. Now, hours later and by himself, James was still kicking himself.
Not my type? That was one of the most insulting things he could have said. Hell, it wasn’t even true. Beth had been pretty cute after all. She was on the shorter side, about 5’2”, and a little chubby, around 150. She had had modest breasts, probably C cups or maybe D cups, a cute round bottom, and a soft looking tummy. She was a little pale but her dark, almost black, hair and blue eyes had complimented it well. All things considered she was almost exactly his type.
James turned his attention to the real reason he’d said no, a small framed picture on his desk. In the picture James stood on the beach in his trunks next to his girlfriend Clair. Clair was the love of his life. They meshed so well from the moment they met and quickly went from friends to lovers to inseparable. They had just the right amount of shared interests to bond over but not enough to overwhelm each other. Beth had been cute and seemed nice but he couldn’t even begin to imagine being with any girl other than Clair.
On top of being wonderful and interesting and smart and kind and funny, Clair was, in James’s very strong opinion, the most gorgeous woman he'd ever seen. She was almost as tall as him at 5’11” and had the physique of a model and an athlete. She had long, naturally curly hair and bright hazel, almost a honey gold, eyes and plump lips that were always smiling, all complimented by her flawless dark, mocha skin. She was relatively busty, a DD cup, but was more bottom heavy with wide, curvy hips and round bubble butt and thick, strong thighs. Her waist was narrow and flat, toned to the point of being able to see a six pack. Clair had the defined, statuesque figure one gets from a lifetime of discipline and athletics.
She definitely outshone James in the picture. James may have been taller than her but that’s about all he had on her. He was slim and fit enough but with hardly any definition. His own skin wasn’t as dark, attributed to his mixed pacific heritage compared to her African American, nor was it blemish free. James may have been a mildly attractive guy but next to Clair, he was dud.
But he didn’t care because she loved him and he loved her. Next to the picture frame was a small velvet black box. They were still young but he was positive of his feelings. He needed to take the leap and ask her but he just hadn't found the "right" time, whenever that was supposed to be.
As much as James was in love with Clair, why had it been so hard to simply say “Sorry, I have a girlfriend” to poor Beth instead of the horrible “You’re not my type”?
James sighed. He didn’t know and stressing over it late into the night wouldn’t help. Maybe a good night’s rest would help him forget the incident at the bar and, hopefully, he wouldn’t see Beth in class tomorrow. So he removed his contacts and crawled into bed and quickly fell asleep.
Across the campus Beth, distraught and irrational, worked her magic. Actual literal magic. The spell, a curse actually, drifted across the campus and into James’s apartment and into James himself and he began to change. All through the night his body morphed and shifted. He shrank overall while growing in places. His body hair vanished and his face changed. As dawn drew near, his body stopped changing as he was completely female and a name drifted into his mind…
Joanna.
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