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G etting ready to leave the house, I decide to take a final look at myself in my costume.

Well, if we can call it that. I have on just a pair of red short shorts that are fairly tight, which highlights all my new thigh muscles and essentially reveals everything.

It also comes with a tank top that has a red cross in the centre.

A lifeguard – a classic muscular man’s costume.

Callie thought I needed to really show everything off.

And honestly, I’m glad we did. The other choice was a pair of Speedos and to dress as a member of the Olympic diving team.

I may have this gorgeous new body, but it doesn’t mean my confidence is fully there yet.

I’m about to set off to the party when my head begins to feel fuzzy and pain drills into my skull.

The rest of my body begins to tingle. This can’t be good.

Is this the call I was warned about? Ocean sounds flood my mind, and suddenly I know what I must do.

I leave my apartment, and I happen to lock eyes with my stunning neighbour, Lexie.

Her long blonde hair is pulled into a tight ponytail as she wears the stereotypical sexy nurse outfits that all hot women opt to wear.

“Hey, Lexie. Looking stunning as always,” I say, flashing a wide smile.

She looks me up and down, “Kassius. Wow… you look… absolutely incredible.”

Licking my lips, I move towards her. I have wanted to sleep with her ever since she moved in.

No, it’s more than that, I desire to be with her.

With that thought being focused on, I start to talk to her.

My voice comes out warm and silken, explaining how I’ve always wanted her to notice me. Sending the impulse of want to her.

“I want you, Lexie. Now,” I whisper with every syllable of this desire; it feels like a wave of my innermost thoughts is being projected.

She walks closer to me, and I place my hands on her waist. Reminding her of the beauty she possesses, along with my need for her now, seems to widen her eyes with lust. We begin to kiss passionately, I push my tongue into her mouth, and she does the same.

They meet in a sensual dance, caressing, exploring, and tasting each other.

Heated breaths exchanging between us amplify my desire to have this woman.

I move to her neck and begin to nibble and kiss her hard.

“I can feel all of you. I need you inside me. Now,” she pants loudly as she expresses this.

Wasting no time, I hoist her up against the corridor wall, and she wraps her legs around me.

With one arm, I lower my shorts and slide her on top of my hard length.

Letting out a loud moan, I cover her mouth not to alert the rest of the residents.

Thrusting hard and deep, she exclaims her muffled ecstasy.

Never before have I felt such joy, sex in the open.

With my hot neighbour, no less. The fizzling sensation in my body begins to ebb as I approach orgasm.

Needing the extra grip, I hook my arms under hers, holding onto her shoulders.

I hoist her up and down as fast as I can before I lose all control.

After completion, I place her back onto her feet, she wobbles a little.

“Lexie. That was incredible,” I say, catching my breath.

“Yes, it was.” Is all she can muster as she slumps against the wall.

Kissing her on the cheek while I pull my shorts back up, I head off to the party at Tim’s.

A large smile forms on my face as I make my way toward the building’s exit.

It feels strange to say this, but somehow, I feel more desirable.

More beautiful. More… just more. There’s no way something bad can happen from all of this.

I know there was a warning from the witch, but so far, all I can see is something good finally happening.

If I ignore the earlier fuzzy sensations.

Getting to the party required a lengthy taxi ride.

Tim’s family is filthy rich, and they have let him use the family’s country home to host a large party.

He can be a total ass at times but being my oldest friend and the fact that his parties are always legendary, is why I’m here.

Watching the face of the driver, his eyes widen as he approaches the gates.

Without needing to speak on the intercom, the gates start to open, and he slowly drives up the pale sandstone path.

Elegantly cut trees line the pathway up to the large ornate building.

There’s a large circular fountain with a naked man and woman made of marble in a standing embrace.

No wonder Tim is always a horny bitch. Exiting the car, I can feel the bass of the music in the ground.

Entering the sea of bodies, the elevation of the music hits like a wall of noise.

Flashing disco lights illuminate the various rooms of the lower floor.

Walking further inside, I spot his usual rope with a sign to stop people from going upstairs.

Normally, I’d sneak up there and hide in his room, especially when the rejections would hit me.

Tonight, however, I won’t be hiding but rather enjoying everything I can get out of tonight.

Grabbing a shot from the welcome table, I swallow the small amount of spirit that has the burning taste of aniseed, sambuca, my favourite.

I proceed to locate the room that has all the drinks to choose from, because if I’m going to enjoy myself, I need a small amount of Dutch courage.

There are a lot of faces watching me pour my vodka and Coke.

Leering eyes and some lips being licked as they stare at my physique.

Deciding to entertain, I pour a little vodka down my torso, soaking my tank top.

“Oops, I made a mess. Someone want to clean me up?” I ask the room.

A few try to make it to me before a young man dressed as a character from a popular superhero franchise is on his knees before me.

His hands caress my thighs as I feel his face against my shorts.

He slowly reaches his hands up my body as he starts to stand up again – he raises my tank top, dragging his tongue over my upper body, through the grooves of my abs and pecs.

Electricity surges through my being from this experience.

His eyes look at mine with the same hunger as Lexie earlier, I kiss him softly before smacking his ass.

“Maybe later, hot stuff. I have a few friends to find first.” I whisper in his ear.

Smiling to myself at how easy it seems to get people to want me now, just as promised, I begin my search for Tim, Talia, Callie, and Bentley.

They’re all excited to see this new version of me after a message Callie sent from the changing rooms. It was rather exhilarating having Callie in there taking pictures to send to my friends.

We couldn’t help but giggle when the staff manager figured out, we were both in there and kicked us out.

This party feels bigger than normal. There’s a chill room where the music is lower, a room with a dance floor and a DJ, a room full of drinks, and even a room for a fortune-teller or a mystic.

Making a mental note to check that out a little later, I continue my search.

Normally, I’d say fortune-telling is a load of rubbish, but after meeting a witch who has made me gorgeous and able to get what I desire, it has me thinking maybe some of the mystical arts are real, too.

Navigating the large rooms, I find the room where my friends are waiting.

Talia is dressed in a skintight suit with cat ears.

Bentley is dressed as a creepy clown, like a creepy clown.

I hate clowns. Callie is dressed as a zombie cheerleader; the short skirt is very revealing.

Then, there’s Tim. He’s dressed as a Roman royal, in a toga, revealing half his toned chest and his legs.

“Well, guys, what do you think?” I ask.

“Fucking hot!” Callie and Talia say in unison.

Their partners look at them, but the exchange of looks tells them silently that they aren’t wrong.

“I cannot believe it was real,” Bentley tells the room.

“It’s impressive, I guess, for not putting in the work.” Tim jibes at my new body.

Even now, he can’t help but try to put me down.

I swear he was kind as a child, but something caused this change.

As much as I would like to pull him up on it, now isn’t the time.

We take a group photo with various poses.

Tim placed his arms behind his head and arches his spine to puff out his chest. Talia gives him the side eye as the rest of us stifle some laughs.

Right now, I’m here to drink and have as much fun as possible. It’s already started off great.

“Well, what are we waiting for? Let’s go and party!” Tim exclaims.

Wasting no time, we all exit our meeting room and head into the large room hosting the music. A grand entrance is to be expected; we’re announced as we enter the room by the DJ, and the room goes wild. They must be drunk because there’s no way that it really happened.

Dancing, or what I pass for dancing, has me feeling ecstatic because I would never normally let myself loose like this.

As the bodies start to move closer, my desire to be touched takes over.

Building up the need for attention, I focus my mind before releasing a heavy, seductive sigh.

I feel the wave of silky desire pass to the people around me.