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He used to strut around campus like he owned every blade of grass, but now he’s walking more on his toes, and he’s looking around, glancing out of the corners of his eyes, like he suspects danger at every turn. He reminds me of something, something ---
A doe! A doe in the woods—skittish and afraid.
I don’t know if anyone else can see it. Not as clearly as I do. They might just think he’s stressed, or maybe worrying about a test or something. Off, for sure, but they can’t know. They can’t know what I know.
Because I know that last night I cast a spell on Max. Oh, such a sweet little spell. I found it in a book. An old, leather book with thick, vellum pages that smelled like— fish, and dust and magic. On the cover—the leather cover felt so soft, and I loved to run my fingers over it. So soft. In the center—a slit. And that, too, felt soft. Anyway, I found it, and I opened, and inside I found such an amazing spell, a spell that I knew right away I had to cast on Max.
Jerk. He cheated on me. Lied to me. Led me on. Other girls warned me. Not friends. I don’t really have any. I’m too weird, I guess. Too not normal or more normal or whatever. Who cares?
Anyway, so, these girls who weren’t even my friends warned me about him, but I didn’t listen. And I regretted it, and now he regretted it, or he would when I decided to tell him. He had made his way across the quad, stopping to talk to some girl. She opened her arms for a hug, and I saw the way he leaned and hugged chest to chest, keeping his hips waaaaaay back, worried they would touch—terrified they would touch. Then, he hurried off, and would soon pass beyond my sight.
I grabbed my backpack and slung it over my shoulder. It had a decal of Lolita CompleX. I liked the way they looked more than the way they sounded. I’d also slashed at the canvas, painted some black slash marks across it. I wanted to keep watching Max. to observe him. I couldn’t take my eyes off him, the new him, and my whole body still had that excited tingle, like I was in love, and I was, but not with him. With me work.
Watching him walk away, I imagined it. How it felt. What it looked like. He ran into some friend, a dude with a backwards baseball cap and a t-shirt with the sleeves cut off. His bro pulled him in for a bro hug, and I saw the terror and discomfort in his eyes as he once again thrust hips back, terrified he might brush up against his bro, his bro might notice, might feel… as it was, I saw Max blush!
This is a story of payback, in which a wounded ex-girlrfiend decides to make sure the boy who hurt will never be able to hurt another girl again. She changes his body, and then creates a chain reaction that changes so much more! Gender swap, forced femme, this R-Rated story has it all!