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S truggling to open my eyes, I blink frantically to force myself awake. When did I get home? My memory is a little hazy; all that I can remember is heading to the woods with my friends to find the witch behind the stories that keep the little children away.

Getting out of bed, I realise I’m naked.

This is not the way I tend to sleep, so I’m a little bewildered as I stumble toward the bathroom.

Turning on the shower, I find myself waiting for the room to steam up before stepping inside.

Hot water runs over my body. The sensation of the water hitting my skin forces a relaxing sigh to escape.

Tonight, the Halloween party is taking place, and once again, I’ll be flying solo.

Having to put up with all my coupled friends and all the hot acquaintances that I have no chance of getting with.

I feel myself stirring. Soaping up my body, I notice that everything is not as it should be.

Using my hands to explore myself, pectorals, and abs.

I have abs! And that really desirable V-cut toward the pelvis that highlights where men like you to look.

When I place my hand on that region, relief flows through me.

At least this part of me remains the same.

I go to put my hands on my head and I feel long locks of hair.

I have hair again! What the fuck happened last night?

Looking at this newly sculpted body, I see the bite mark from the wolf is still there.

What a shame, this new body deserves no blemishes.

Knock. Knock.

“Kassius, can I come in?”

Wait, who is the woman knocking at my bathroom door?

“Err… sure,” I say, puzzled.

Wiping the steam off the shower window, I see the most stunning woman standing in just her bra and panties. Black lace. My favourite type.

“So, this morning wasn’t enough?” she teases as her eyes lower.

“You can always join me, you know, to help?” I flirt back. Or at least try to.

I slept with this woman. I bet it was incredible; it’s just a shame that my memory of the event doesn’t seem to be there.

She grabs her black dress and slides back into it, as she puts in her large golden loop earrings.

Her long, raven black hair falls just onto her breasts, which I can tell are perky and bouncy.

“I’d love to, but I’m late for work and this gal is trying to get promoted,” she says, winking.

“Another time?”

“Maybe. Who knows, hot stuff. I gotta jet, enjoy your party tonight!” She says, walking out of the bathroom, and I hear the door to my flat close.

I didn’t even get her name, and I’m fine with that.

For too long, nobody wanted to be with me in any form, so I’m going to take what I can get.

Now that I have this amazing body, my face looks handsome, and locks of amazing hair that I haven’t experienced since being a young teen, I need a new costume.

I want to show off the body that my wish has seemingly granted.

Looking at the time, I have a few hours before meeting up with Callie for lunch to confirm the party arrangements.

Looking in my wardrobe, I realise that most of my clothing won’t exactly show my body off to its full potential.

I make a mental note to buy some new clothes as well today.

Finding a pair of jeans and a t-shirt that basically fit was not too bad, all things considered.

They just came across as a baggy fit, which isn’t my style, so that’ll have to be fixed.

I turn to Google to find inspiration for a costume that could be thrown together at the last moment.

All are sexy versions of popular characters, but that still didn’t feel enough to show off my body.

A costume that would make a statement. That would turn heads as I walked around.

As if the internet knew what I needed, an advert appeared for a sports store, and I knew exactly what I was going to wear.

Arriving at a small coffee shop that serves some basic food, I spot Callie looking frustrated.

That’s likely because I’m running late. She’ll understand when I explain everything.

Surely, my appearance should explain that; I hope.

Of all my friends, Callie is the one who understands what I’ve gone through growing up, she knows me the best after all.

She knows about my absent father, large family of siblings, so is it that strange to want to be desired, all things considered?

Approaching her table, she offers a look that is a mixture of ‘who are you?’ and ‘this seat is taken’ .

I pull out the chair, and it scrapes so loudly that many heads turn to face me.

“Sorry, hun, that seat is taken,” Callie says with disgust.

“Yes, you saved it for me.” Now, it truly hits me that my looks must be so drastically different.

“Do you not recognise me, Callie?” I tease.

She looks deep into my eyes, and the moment when the realisation hits, her hazel eyes dilate with shock.

“Kassius? Is that really you?” She whispers quizzically.

“Yes.”

“What the fuck happened? You vanished last night and now this!” She says, gesturing to my new form.

I recount the tale of being separated from the group last night and how the witch had been in my head all night.

The awkward part was explaining how I saw both couples getting it on.

She denied it vehemently, explaining they spent hours searching for me.

It turned out, according to Callie, that I was there one moment and gone the next, and they tried everything but ultimately decided I must have left.

I can’t help but think I was manipulated into taking this ‘curse’ as the witch called it?

It didn’t matter. I slept with the witch, and I assume that random woman this morning in my bed.

I keep explaining what happened that night, being chased by the wolf, the ritual, and the sex.

The amazing sex. Waking up next to someone random who also implied a great night.

My only problem with that one is I can’t remember her or anything after the witch.

Choosing to leave the becoming a ‘siren’ out of the conversation and talking about my costume.

Listen for the call. I wish I knew what she meant by this. Call to what? For what?

“Earth to Kass!” Callie says, waving her hands in front of my face.

I must have zoned out.

“Sorry. What were we talking about?”

“How are we going to find you a costume?” She states.

“Well, it has to show off this body,” I say, standing up and lifting my shirt to reveal my new hard abs and the ‘v’ towards my pelvis.

Callie gets a look in her eyes that I’ve never seen from her.

Lust? I assume that’s what is taking over.

Before I make a terrible decision and ruin a friendship, I take her hand, and we head to find me a last-minute costume.

There are some relationships that, if I ruined with poor choices, wouldn’t bother me.

But not Callie’s. She’s my ride or die friend.

Bentley is probably furious she’s out with me again; he was always jealous of how close we are, although he does try to hide it.

I have heard Tim make comments about it to try and cause a scene, but Bentley always keeps cool.