“What is it now Benny? Can't you see I'm like, totes bz? Buzzoff and go like, bother someone else."

"It's Benedict! C-C'mon man, don't you remember me?"

"Uhh, I'm totes not your 'man'? And I'm like, pretty sure I don’t know your limpdick ass. Now if you don't mind, I've got a date to catch with Chris and a bet to win so, unless you’re askin’ me out? See you never~"

It was a harmless bet for a hundred bucks set up by the sorority girls to see who among their number could bag the most number of dates for the summer break. But with how many of them there were, a ballot box was set up to determine which lucky gal amongst their number would be chosen to get a chance at earning some extra dough.

Catching wind of this, the most notorious prankster on campus; Jessup, had decided to cast his own vote before sneaking it into the box with the help of his friend Benedict when no one was looking, deciding it to be all in good fun as they stalked off into the night. Not knowing that Jessup’s name would be the first winner that night, inciting murmurs of excitement and glee as the girls looked to their more magically inclined leader to do what she did best : ‘Putting jokers in their place’

It didn’t take long for the witch’s spell to take effect, with Jessup missing morning chemistry classes and Benjamin catching someone that looked strangely like his friend in the arms of some random man on the streets just outside campus sporting a radiant tan across his body and wearing a loose knitted shirt that showed off an androdgynous figure just beneath with a flimsy skirt revealing gaudy pink underwear straining against his nuts. Thinking nothing of it while wincing in disgust at the trashy drag prostitute, Benjamin would go to sleep that night alone in the dorms while wondering where his buddy had gone…

Only to awaken the next day with a stranger fast asleep on the bed next to him, auburn hair strewn around a face caked with dried flakes around puckered lips leading down to a modest body clad in a loose fitting knitted shirt that had been roughly handled and a very short pleated skirt with stained pink panties beneath….the same pink panties he remembered seeing yesterday. Only this time; there was no ugly bulge, just a very thick labia forming a pleasant cameltoe between slender legs with evidence of prior use still seeping out from within her loose snatch.

Putting two and two together after realizing how much this strange girl resembled the sorority sisters, Benjamin realized that this was somehow Jessup, rushing outside to confront the girls about the matter who all brushed him off like he was crazy. But the leering look they all had on their faces was more than enough to tell him they were at fault, deciding to take it up with the teacher in charge if they were going to act as stupid as they looked.

But when he saw the look of incredulity on Mister Jason’s face when mentioning the name of the man who he should’ve been more than familiar with after handling disciplinary cases related to his pranks and being told that ‘no one with that name’s in the registry’. Benedict had raced outside in panic, rushing back to his room only to find that it was too late; the bunk next to him was now vacant, and everything in the shelves had been cleared out. Spying the girl he now knew to be Jessup on the rooftop of the sorority being shagged against the protective fence with a wanton look of lust, a sopping wet tongue flailing in the air before cockeyed blue pupils roll into the back of her skul at the sensation of her nameless partner tugging hard on the choker around her neck, forcing her head back into a kiss with her flexible body arching in amazingly erotic fashion. Giving the plants below a healthy serving of hydration as Jessup’s second mouth, now stuffed with a girthy rod, sprays its delight all over the garden…

By the time a bewildered Benedict had managed to shove his way past an annoying crowd of sorority members blocking his advance, he had arrived at the second floor of the building just in time to see Jessup’s sex friend make his exit, opening the door just in time to catch her before she left, already looking drastically more feminine than he’d last seen her with her body having filled out in all the right places you’d love to see curves in a woman; complete with handlebar hips, firm yet supple breasts wrapped in a skimpy bra and a plump rear that left her back perpetually arched inward. All of it neatly packaged in a chocolate dark tan with an alluring outline of the string bikini she had worn to the beach while bathing her nubile young bod in the sun. And to top it of; the accursed choker bearing the brand of the girl’s sorority now affirming Jessup’s new place in life pressing into her slim throat, licking up the last bits of cum from her latest dirty deed while flipping through a garish pink phone with a vapid smile on her face. The face of the vindictive slut that had thoroughly taken over Jessup with fashionable accessories stapled, plastered and hanging off the length of her voluptuous figure, with studs in her ears and even a piercing right in the middle of a tight and toned navel.

Try as he might though, Benedict was quickly pushed away and rejected by Jessica, strutting out of her bunk with a little purse slung around her shoulders to meet the next client on her contact list, unaware that until a day ago, that list didn’t include some of the richest men in town and the hottest girls on campus…not like that last bit mattered much seeing as how Jessica was now one of the top three most lusted after girls in this new reality. But maybe trading his friend for another drop dead gorgeous ass roaming campus wasn’t such a bad thing…

And if this was how drastic Jessup could change with the second day not even up yet, Benedict was beginning to grow hard at the mental image of what Jessica would end up looking like by the end of the week. Maybe he’d wait till she ‘matured’ more before adding to her scorecard. It was the least he could do after all as her former best friend, and he certainly wasn’t lacking in the manliness department…so maybe that friendship could be rekindled in a new form one way or another…