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SISSY FOR A SPELL
The Omega Psi Phi Fraternity loomed in front of him. The lights were on in almost every room.
Frank’s hopes, that maybe the brothers of Psi Phi were at the Halloween party across campus being thrown by their sister sorority Sigma Gamma Rho, were dashed.
He took a step forward. His hand was shaking and the child’s Jack O’ Lantern bucket with the smiling pumpkin face he was carrying wobbled. Candy spilled out and landed on the concrete walkway.
Omega Psi Phi was the fourth house Frank had been too since his ordeal had begun. His little bucket was filled almost to the top with candy.
The Omega Psi Phi Fraternity house was the last house he had been commanded to visit. Hopefully his experience would be the same as it had been when he visited the other fraternity and sorority houses on campus.
He would simply walk up to the front door and ring the bell. When someone answered he would say, in a childish, sing-song manner, ‘Trick or Treat. Trick or Treat. Give me something good to eat’ as instructed.
Every experience up to now had been the same. He had been teased for being too old for trick or treating. The sisters of Zeta Tau Alpha had chastised him for wearing such a provocative outfit, telling him only slutty girls wore costumes which showed their panties. The brothers of Alpha Chi Rho had said horrible, nasty things to him and instead of candy tossed condoms into his little orange bucket.
There wasn’t anything Frank could do about any of it. He’d been ordered to stand there and take it all, every bit of the humiliation and degradation.
It was part of his punishment, you see?
No matter how badly he wanted to run away, he had to stand there in the chilly night air, his bare legs shivering, his bottom lip quivering, and listen as members of the sorority and fraternity house he visited teased and mocked him.
He had to pose for the cellphone photos they wanted to take with him. He had to endure them inspecting his costume, making him pose and show off everything he was wearing.
It seemed like he’d been walking for hours, even though it had been only less than one. It was darker now than when it started. The October air was chilly and he wished he at least had a jacket to wear.
Now here he was standing on the porch of The Omega Psi Phi Fraternity, the all-black fraternity on campus. Omega Psi was the jock house. Frank had passed it many times. He’d seen the brothers of Omega Psi playing touch football and even working out on the front yard when the weather was agreeable.
The three story house was brightly lit and Frank could see activity through the cobwebs hanging over the tall windows.
He reached his trembling finger out, noticing the light shade of bubblegum pink which had been brushed onto his nails, and pushed the doorbell.
The sound was like that of church bells and seemed to echo throughout the house. Frank saw a shadow moving towards the front doors through the smoky glass. It was a big shadow.
It was October 31 and 19 year old Frank Garrison was learning what happens when you get on the bad side of a witch on Halloween night.
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Three days earlier Frank Garrison had been just a regular guy going to school and trying to balance a full schedule and a part-time job at a local coffee shop.
Most of his friends were back home across the country. He didn’t have a girlfriend. He hadn’t even dated since he started school. By all accounts, he was a loner who seemed perpetually angry at the world.
Girls weren’t interested in a guy who stood only 5’5 and weighed only 125 pounds. As much as he tried, three times a week in the gym, to be exact, Frank couldn’t put on any muscle mass. His skin was mottled with patches of acne. His hair was long and always looked dirty even though it wasn’t. The girls Frankie was interested in always looked at him like he’d just crawled out from under a bridge. When he tried to flirt they would look at him as if he’d just shaken his tiny dick at them and called them names.
Frank had always thought that if he could get into one of the fraternities he would have it made. Frat boys got pussy. Everyone knew that. Girls on campus threw themselves at frat boys. He just needed to get invited to join.
Easier said than done. He couldn’t even get an invite to join. Every frat house looked at him with disdain.
This meant Frank was excluded from all the parties on campus which were held by the sororities and fraternities.
It also meant he had no social life whatsoever.
Halloween was fast-approaching and Frank resigned himself to staying in his dorm room and watching television. Maybe he’d jack off to some porn. He’d recently discovered a site which featured college girls in school uniforms. The site of their plump bottoms from under their short skirts was a turn on for Frank.
This particular Halloween was the worst by far. Seeing all the decorations on campus, all the posters for parties at this house or that house began frustrated Frank. As the day went on Ümraniye Grup Escort he became more and more agitated and wished he could wave a finger in the air and make it all disappear.
He wanted to stomp on every pumpkin he saw. He wanted to rip down the orange and black streamers hanging in the hallways and over doors in all of the buildings where his classes were held.
By the time Halloween Day arrived he’d had it. He over all the bullshit and exclusion and snobbery which he blamed for his lack of a social life.
Frank was angry and you know what they say about anger? Think before you act because you may regret any decisions made in haste.
He was coming back from a mid-morning class. He passed another poster on a telephone pole for another stupid, fucking Halloween party and he snapped. He tore the poster off the pole and shredded it. He tossed the pieces towards the grey October sky.
That was when he saw he was standing in front of The Zeta Phi Beta house.
Also called The Barbie Dream House by most on campus, because of the sisters who lived there, the Phi Beta house was a gorgeous Craftsman-style home with manicured gardens and an almost storybook charm about it.
That’s not why it was called The Barbie Dream House, though. You see, the sorority sisters of Zeta Phi Beta all looked like the quintessential California girl.
Most were blonde and tanned but Phi Beta also had sisters of color. The one trait they all shared was that they were gorgeous.
Their yearly swimsuit calendar, sold to raise money for a local orphanage, always made more money than any other charitable venture by any other sorority or fraternity.
The sexy sisters of Zeta Phi Beta were the girls Frank would fantasize about when he jerked off. He’d imagine them in sexy school girl uniforms, their white panties a sharp contrast to their tanned skin, their pigtails or ponytails bobbing as they sucked his cock, begging him to fuck them.
Now, as he passed their two story house decorated for Halloween he could no longer contain his disappointment and frustration. He walked up the house and kicked in the faces of several pumpkins.
Nobody came out and screamed at him to stop, so he kicked in a few more. By the time he was done, out of breath, his shoe covered in orange pulp and seeds, he’d destroyed every pumpkin on Phi Beta’s front lawn.
He walked toward the porch and ripped the cardboard skeleton off of one of the columns.
Emboldened by the lack of apparent security he began tearing at the cobwebs strew from porch light to porch light.
Another pumpkin caught his eye. It was grinning at him, mocking him and he punted it across the porch. It landed against the wall and shattered.
Frank was slightly out of breath but satisfied with the destruction he’d caused. He turned and started to head down the stairs back to the front walk to go back to his dorm room.
That was when he felt a sharp pain in his stomach. He froze in his tracks. Then, as if some giant had him by the head and was turning him slowly, he found himself looking at the front of The Barbie Dream House and all the destruction he’d caused.
Still unable to move, Frank saw several of the sisters of Zeta Phi Beta standing on the porch glaring at him.
Courtney Childress, blonde, statuesque and with a look on her pretty face which was combination of shock and anger, spoke:
“Come here.”
She wiggled the pointer finger on her right hand.
Frank felt himself walking towards the house he’d just vandalized. Something was forcing him, compelling him.
There was nothing he could do to stop himself and his feet dragged across the walkway.
Finally he stood at the first step looking up at the beautiful sisters of Zeta Phi Beta.
“Did you do this?” Courtney asked.
Frank said nothing.
“Speak!” commanded Heather Cummings.
“Yes,” Frank replied meekly.
“May I ask why?” asked Courtney, her brow furrowed.
“I dunno,” Frank whispered.
“Speak so we can hear you!” Diane said angrily.
“I dunno!” Frank said unable to move.
“I see,” Courtney said.
“Isn’t your name Frank?” Donna asked.
“Yes.”
“He’s the creeper who works at The Brew House. He always stares when I come in.”
“Well, Frank. We have ourselves a dilemma here. What do you think we should do about it?”
“Call the police. I don’t give a shit,” he scoffed.
The sisters all laughed.
“The police?” Courtney asked, “There’s no need to get them involved. We’re perfectly capable of dealing with you on our own.”
“I kicked over some pumpkins. It’s not like I set your house on fire. It’s not like you cunts can’t afford more.”
“WHAT did you just say?”
“WHAT did you just call us?”
Emboldened but still unable to move, Frank spoke.
“You rich bitches…sorority whores…that’s what you are. You and your fucking calendar. Whores! Sluts! You strut around in your slutty clothes, sucking all the jock cock you can.”
There Ümraniye Manken Escort was a storm brewing overhead but Frank didn’t notice.
“I kicked over some pumpkins and pulled down a stupid, fucking skeleton. Boo hoo. Call your Daddy and he’ll cut a check to replace it. A bunch of daddy’s girls. Little rich daddy’s girls of who can’t take a Halloween prank. Fucking whores. It was just a goddamn prank.”
“A prank. What you did was so much more than a prank, Frankie,” she said, her eyes beginning to glow red.
“It’s Frank-“
She cut him off, “See we take Halloween very seriously in Zeta Phi Beta.”
“VERY seriously,” the other sisters said in unison.
“Fuck you and Halloween and your stupid Barbie Dream-“
That was the last thing Frankie remembered saying before a bright, green light struck him in the chest and everything went black.
**************
It had felt like he’d been hit by lightning. Frank’s brain was scrambled and images flashed in his brain like they were being shown by a broken slide projector.
Smashed pumpkins. Ripped cobwebs. The Zeta Phi Beta sign on the porch. The porch…the steps. The sisters. The sisters! Courtney Childress. Fucking Courtney Childress! Green light. That fucking green light!
His head was buzzing. His vision was blurred. As it cleared he realized he was somewhere he didn’t recognize.
“Looks like he’s coming around,” a female voice said.
Frank felt as if he’d been hit by a truck.
He blinked and his vision cleared a little more. He saw that he was in a large room. There were shadowy figures standing around him…over him.
“Pitiful,” one shadow said.
“Disgusting,” said another.
“It’s okay, Sisters. He’s ours now and he’s going to pay for his indiscretions.”
That was a voice Frank recognized. It was Courtney.
That bitch! What had she done? What was that green light? Frank wanted answers and he was going to get them. These bitches were going to pay!
He tried to move but found he couldn’t. He was frozen. His eyes darted to the left and to the right. He wasn’t tied down. He just couldn’t move.
“You can’t move. You’re not going anywhere, Little Frankie.”
‘WHAT THE FUCK?! WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO TO ME YOU-” Frank shouted.
“WATCH it now,” Courtney snapped, “You watch your tone or I will take your tongue away and seal your lips forever.”
She wiggled her finger in the air and Frank felt his tongue go numb. He tried to speak and it felt like his mouth was filled with buzzing bees.
“You going to behave?”
He tried to speak but couldn’t. So he nodded. Courtney wiggled her finger again and the buzzing stopped. He swallowed hard and the coughed.
“Better. Much better.”
She stepped closer.
“Oh, Frankie. What a mess you’ve found yourself in. What are we do?”
“Let me go,” he said meekly.
They all laughed.
“Not going to happen. See. We have to teach you a lesson so you never do what you did to our house ever again. Your disrespect for us, for Halloween, cannot go unpunished.”
“Unpunished? What the fuck are-“
Heather’s finger wiggled and Frankie’s mouth closed. He tried to part his lips but found they’d be sealed shut by some unseen force. His eyes widened.
Then the unimaginable happened.
Terrified, Frank Garrison did something he hadn’t done since he was six. He wet his pants.
“Did he just-” Donna asked.
“He sure did,” Heather replied.
“Ewww. That’s disgusting,” Allie said staring at the puddle at Frank’s feet.
“Oh my God,” whispered Frankie in shame and disgust.
“Not so tough now are you?” Courtney asked with a raised eyebrow.
“I didn’t…I can’t believe,” Frank mumbled.
“Did you?” Heather asked Courtney.
“Nope. He did that all on his own.”
The sisters all laughed.
“Okay, Frankie. Look at you. So pitiful. A big stain on the front of your pants. Nothing we can do about that now though. We better get started. Lots to do.”
Frankie smelled his own urine and stared at the large puddle.
“Do? Lots to do?”
A blast of green light struck him again. Total darkness swept over him and he couldn’t see anything. He thought he heard voices but they sounded distorted, as if they were coming through a radio which wasn’t tuned into a station completely.
“He’s a pig. Let’s turn him into one,” one voice said.
“I hate when we do that. It’s so messy.”
“A toad. He’s a toad,” another suggested, “Might as well look like one.”
They all turned towards a large aquarium sitting on a table against the far wall. Two large toads lie, half-submerged, staring back at the group of young women.
“You think Kurt and Mark are happy?”
“Who cares?”
“It’s getting crowded in there.”
They all turned their attention back to Frank who was hovering several inches off the floor.
“Let’s turn him into a baby.”
“Talk about messy.”
“We did that two years ago. Glenn Shaw. Remember? Spoiled rich Ümraniye Masöz Escort momma’s boy who thought he could do anything he wanted with the girls on campus.”
“That’s right. I wonder how he’s doing these days.”
“I saw Mrs. Shaw and Sweetums in the grocery store last week. They seem perfectly happy.”
“And Mrs. Shaw still doesn’t remember that her precious baby girl was once her twenty-three year old son?”
“No recollection at all. Little Glenn was dressed in the sweetest pink romper. His hair in stubby little pigtails.”
“Awwwwwww,” the sisters said in unison.
“Darling little thing recognized me, too. At least I think he did. I just waved and watched as Mrs. Shaw turned the corner and wheeled her cart down the diaper aisle.”
Chuckles and giggles.
“Back to business, Sisters,” Courtney said sternly.
“This little asshole here called us sluts.”
Frank swallowed hard.
“He sure did.”
“Actually, he accused us of being sluts and said we lived in a whore house,” Heather snarled.
“He called us whores. Fucking whores who walked around in slutty clothes-” Allie added.
“And sucked and fucked all the jock cock we could get on hands on,” Diane said.
It was Courtney’s voice, chilling in its calmness, which Frank heard loud and clear.
“His actions were obviously a desperate cry for attention, Sisters. Look at him. It’s obvious he doesn’t have a girlfriend. He’s lonely. He’s sad because he doesn’t have a date for Halloween.”
There were more giggles.
“He’s so small and scrawny. His hair’s a mess and his skin is a disaster. What girl would want that as a boyfriend?”
Courtney raised an eyebrow and grinned. She turned toward Frank and stared into his eyes…his very soul.
He could have sworn he saw orange flames flickering in the pools of green he found himself drowning in.
The last thing he thought he heard was Courtney’s voice.
“Who said anything about finding him a girlfriend?”
Pink light began to swirl around Frank. It snaked around his body, wrapping around his waist and up between his legs. His entire body was tingling. All he could see was pink light. His hair seemed charged with electricity. His chest tickled. There was a warmness spreading across his groin and for a second he thought he’d wet his pants again. His skin tingled. The pink light got brighter.
Pink light and tingles. Tingles and pink light.
Pink light and tingles. Tingles and pink light.
***************
Frank was standing at the door of The Omega Psi Phi Fraternity. He’d just rung the doorbell and was anxiously waiting for someone to answer. His orange bucket dangled by his left leg.
He caught his reflection in the glass panel in front of him. Through the fake cobwebs hanging off the large wooden door a stranger was staring back at him.
Whoever she was though, she was cute. Really, really cute.
Frank smiled and she smiled.
There was something so familiar about her. She looked like someone he knew. He looked deeper into her blue eyes. Then it hit him. The petite blonde, dressed as a slutty school girl, was him.
As he studied his new feminine self, the memories of how he’d found himself in the predicament he was in, came rushing back.
The Barbie Dreamhouse. The smashed pumpkins and destroyed decorations. The sisters of Zeta Phi Beta. Courtney Childress. Green light. Pink light. Tingles.
Tingles.
Somehow they’d changed him. They turned him into the slutty little sex kitten who was staring back at him. They turned him into one of the girls he saw on the website he visited….he jerked off to.
But that was impossible. Right? Unless they…No fucking way! Magic wasn’t real! There was no way this was really happening!
He looked at the cute school girl smiling back at him.
She was the same height as he was. She had gorgeous, blonde hair which framed her pretty face perfectly. Her hair was parted down the middle and French-braided into adorable pigtails. Her bangs were straight and sat just above her thin, feminine eyebrows.
Her nose was smaller than Frank’s had been. It was cuter too and dotted with several freckles.
The sexy school girl had small teeth but they were white and perfect.
She had a thin arms and a narrow waist. Her soft belly was exposed. Her hips flared out and she had the most perfect ass. Her legs were smooth and coltish.
In other words, the school girl staring back at Frank was hot as fuck.
Her costume consisted of a tight, white blouse with a Peter Pan collar, white knee socks and saddle shoes with a three inch heel.
Her top was tied at the waist, just under her small breasts. The material was thin and Frank could see she was wearing a delicate white bra with a tiny pink bow at the center where the two cups intersected.
Her breasts weren’t huge. They were small but they fit the blonde’s petite figure. They stood up, firm and proud. Her two nipples poked against the material of the bra like two ripe cherries.
**************
‘B cups,’ Heather has suggested, ‘Something cute and girly.’
‘Wouldn’t double D’s be hilarious though?’ Britney asked.
“Double E’s! Make him walk stooped over,” Allie suggested.
“An udder!” someone suggested and the group laughed hysterically.
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