Heather's story part 14

Heather's Story
by Varian Milagro


Chapter 14

Heather felt a sense of déjà vu when she and Abigail pulled into the Newground’s parking lot. It had been one week, almost to the hour since she’d first visited the strip club with her sister, Bethany. So much had changed since then. She was now, by any reasonable measure, a witch and she’d used her powers to make tremendous changes to a lot of different people. Some of the changes she’d done out of ignorance, a few at the request of her best friend, and many for purely selfish reasons, transforming not only their physical forms, but their minds as well.

The magic had been transforming her as well, changing her body, her fashion sense, her sexual preference, her morals. Gone was the pious girl who hid her entirely average body away beneath layers of clothes and in her place was a buxom Goth. It was fitting, really. The dark makeup and black clothing represented the growing darkness within. The plunging neckline that showed off her tits let the world know of her wickedness.

Heather had reservations about returning to the strip club, the primary being Rebecca. The ceremony that had given her magical powers had also made her lust over the stripper. Bethany had fucked with her memory, so she wasn’t totally sure, but she had a feeling that she’d had oral sex with Rebecca last Sunday. She had no willpower around the woman; it was all primal, lust filled thinking. She’d probably strip naked and go down on her in the middle of the street if it was what Rebecca desired.

“Isn’t that your parent’s car?” Abigail pointed at a silver Lexus as she shut off the engine.

Heather was surprised that Abigail could see anything outside of the car. They’d both smoked most of way to the strip club and it was too cold outside to roll down the windows, making the haze was quite thick in the car.

“Oh look, it’s the Grants,” Heather said.

Four people were stationed on the sidewalk near the entrance of the strip club. They all went to Grace church and she knew them all pretty well. Mr. and Mrs. Grant used to come over to the house and play cards with her parents once a month. She’d done all the regular church youth activities with Polly, their daughter: Awanas during the school year, church camp in the summer, and vacation bible school during spring break. Eunice Grant, Bob’s mother, had run the children’s church service until a car accident had put her in a wheelchair for the rest of her life.

A few seconds later the the rest of the group pulled up in the van and parked right next to them. Jennifer, Dave and Madison spilled out, followed by four members of the choir, Kylie, Rachel, Natalie and Gina. Heather knew most of the members of the choir pretty well. All of them attended multiple church services each week, like herself.

Kylie was a year younger than Heather and, according to her brother Jimmy, she was going to be valedictorian of her graduating class this year. She wore glasses and had her light brown hair pulled back in a ponytail.

Rachel was in her early thirties and a mother of three. Her kids ranged in age from three to nine. She was a stay at home mom and a doting wife. Choir was her one escape, that and romance novels.

Natalie was Rachel’s sister. She was always put together. She didn’t have any children like her sister, but she was the Awanas director, a youth ministry that most of the church kids from 3 to 11 attended every Wednesday. She proudly told anyone who’d listen that she considered every kid who attended Awanas to be one of her kids, so she had her sister beat 20 times over.

Gina was the oldest in the choir. She was in her early fifties and her oldest grandchild had just started middle school. She’d started singing a few years ago when her youngest child had finally moved out as a way to combat empty nest syndrome. She was overweight and looked older than her years.

Heather pulled Mr Whiskers off her shoulder and put him in her purse before getting out of the car and joining the others.

“Since not all of us are old enough to enter, I propose that one or two of us go inside and make contact with either Victoria or Becky,” Dave said. “We can have them come out here where we can all talk to them.”

“They go by Rebecca and Vicky now and I have a better idea,” Heather said. “I know someone on the inside.”

Heather borrowed Abigail’s phone and used it to call her mom.

“Hello?” Beverly said.

Heather couldn’t speak, knowing that if she tried to talk she’d start crying. It had been so long since she’d heard her mother’s voice.

“Hello? Say something or I’m going to hang up.”

Heather shoved the phone toward Abigail.

“Hello Mrs. Drake. This is Abigail. Heather is with me and we’re standing outside of Newgrounds right now. We want...” Abigail listened for a moment before pulling the phone away from her ear. “Your mom wants to meet us by the door.”

“Your mom is inside there?” Madison said, her mouth hanging open. “She doesn’t work there too, does she?”

“I don’t know,” Heather said. Bethany wouldn’t have turned their mom into a stripper, would she? “I hope not.”

As the group approached the entrance to the club the protesters turned their attention away from the cars driving past the strip club and started shouting at the group. Bob, Maureen and Polly held signs declaring that lust was evil and the nightclub was a den of sin. Eunice’s sign was secured to the back of her wheelchair.

“Turn around. Do not enter Satan’s playground of corruption,” Bob shouted.

“Jennifer? Kylie? Abigail?” Polly said.

“What are you girls doing here?” Maureen said. “You should be ashamed of yourselves. Especially you, Gina. You should be at home with your husband, not leading these young women down the path of debauchery.”

“Relax, Maureen,” Gina said, her hands on her hips, a look of annoyance on her face. “We’ve come to see for ourselves what happened to Susan and Jackie and their daughters.”

“They’ve become harlots!” Eunice yelled. She started coughing. Something rattled in her chest as she breathed.

“Calm yourself, Mother,” Bob said. “You’ll be on the nebuliser all night long if you don’t relax.”

Heather didn’t catch the rest of the conversation between the Gina and the Grants. Her attention was stolen away when a middle-aged woman in a sequined, gold dress stepped out of the club. Her auburn hair fell in waves over her shoulders and a diamond necklace nestled in her impressive cleavage. Despite never having seen her mother wear makeup before, Heather recognized her instantly.

Beverly scanned the group quickly, looking from face to face frantically, her eyes passing over Heather repeatedly.

“Mom, I’m right here,” Heather said.

“Heather? Oh my god, it is you!” Beverly wrapped her arms around her daughter and held her tight against her bosom. “I missed you so much, angel.”

“I missed you too, Mom,” Heather said as she struggled not to cry. She’d been so mad at her mother the last time she’d seen her. It made her want to laugh when she thought about the reason for her anger: her mother’s decision to start smoking. It seemed like such a trivial thing after having become a smoker herself and using magic to turn several others into smokers.

Beverly kissed Heather on the cheeks several times. “I’ve been so worried about you. I didn’t know what your sister had planned for you and she wouldn’t tell me anything.”

“I’m okay, Mom.” Heather struggled with her mother’s new look. She’d always been so austere, a paragon of virtue. Now all of her best virtues were fully on display for the world to see. “You look really beautiful.”

Beverly gave her daughter another once over, tears filling her eyes. She ran a hand along her daughter’s hair. “I love this shade of purple on you. And your dress! Black is definitely your color.” Her eyes settled on Heather’s cleavage. “My little girl is all grown up.”

“Thanks.” Heather couldn’t help but smile She was used to her mom telling her that she was beautiful and it always felt nice to hear, but tonight it felt especially awesome. She’d spent most of the ride to the strip club mentally berating herself for the things she’d done at the yard sale and then at the church. Being with her mom made her feel like, maybe, there was a light at the end of the tunnel.

Beverly touched Heather’s cheek. “Come inside. Your father will want to see you.”

“Daddy’s here?” Heather’s face was a mixture of eagerness and fear. She looked at the tattoos on her hands and then down to her cleavage.

“Do not worry about judgments from us for how you choose to dress. Those days are past us. Now come.”

“We don’t really want to go in. We just wanted to talk to Rebecca and Vicky.”

“Rebecca is inside. Vicky is at home.” Beverly raised her voice to address the whole group. “Everyone is welcome to come inside.” Frowning at the Grant family, she said, “Even you four.”

“Do not listen to the harlot’s siren song,” Maureen screamed. “It is the destruction of your souls that she seeks. She wants to corrupt your morality as she has done to herself.”

“It’s nice to see you too, Maureen,” Beverly said as she held open the door to the strip club. “You should come over sometime soon.”

“Never again, whore!”

“ID, please,” A burly man said as Heather stepped inside. He reminded her of the bouncer that had been sitting on the same stool when she’d first entered the club the week before. He was just as muscular and wore a similar black t-shirt.

“They’re with me, Jake.”

“I’m sorry Mrs. Drake, but I can’t let underage persons into the club. I’ll lose my job.”

“Do you know who my daughter is? Do you know what she can do?”

Jake shifted in his seat. “Yes, Mrs. Drake, I’m aware on Bethany’s powers.”

Beverly placed a hand on Heather’s shoulder. “Bethany has nothing on this one. If you anger Heather you’ll find yourself dancing next to Bulldog.”

Jake’s face lost its color. He punched the button on the wall, yanked the door open and then said to Heather, “I didn’t mean any disrespect, Miss Drake.”

“It’s okay, really,” Heather said as she entered the strip club.

Other than the occupants, not much had changed since last Saturday. The club bustled with activity and pulse pounding techno music. Colorful lights swirled around on the ceiling, reflecting off anything shiny, creating a kaleidoscope of color. It was dazzling and disorienting. Most of the booths were filled with men watching the stripper on the main stage, or if they were lucky, the girl dancing on their table. Several of the booths had their own, personal stripper pole. The strippers who weren’t dancing on the main stage or on one of the tables, were giving lap dances or trying to get a customer into the VIP room. She counted three strippers sitting on men’s laps, grinding their asses into the their crotches.

Just outside of the VIP room entrance a heavyset man was handing the bouncer a wad of cash to gain entry with the buxom blonde at his side. He was about to be sucked dry in more ways than one. He’d enjoy it tonight and then regret it tomorrow when he sobered up and saw the damage to his bank account.

Another thing that she noticed was that only the dancers on stage were topless. If they were sitting at a table, on a man’s lap, or going into the VIP room the girls wore a bikini top and either a pair of hot pants or a dinky skirt.

While Jennifer and the others were escorted to a large oval table with it’s own stripper pole by a hostess dressed in short, pleated skirt and gold halter top, Beverly led Heather and Abigail to a booth on the other side of the main stage where Benjamin, Heather’s father, sat. He rose and held out his arms as Heather ran to him, letting him envelope her in his strong arms. For the first time, in what felt like a long time, she felt safe.

“Our little girl is a woman,” Beverly said after nearly a minute.

“You’ll always be my little girl.” Benjamin pulled back and looked Heather in the eye. “Your mother and I love you now and always.”

“Thanks, Daddy. I love you, too.”

“Come, let’s sit.” Benjamin motioned toward the cushioned booth that wrapped around three quarters of the table. “It’s nice to see you again, Abigail.”

Sitting at the table was a surreal experience for Heather. Everything had changed, but nothing was different. Her mom was still her mom and her dad was still her dad. It didn’t matter that they were in a strip club. It didn’t matter that there was an ashtray on the table full of cigarette butts with lipstick stains that matched her mother’s shade, or that she wore a dress that hugged her curves and showed off half of her breasts. It didn’t matter that she, herself, was dressed like a Goth and she had tattoos and piercings all over her body. It didn’t matter that she was a witch. Sitting at the table with her mom and dad made her feel like a kid again and, in a strange way, it felt kind of nice. Her mom and dad would make everything better, somehow.

Heather felt a slight tug toward main stage. A new dancer emerged from behind a velvet curtain on black platform high heels. Her silver string bikini barely contained her tits and ass. She had large, poofy blonde hair and a tattoo of a bulldog on her neck.

“Is that really Bulldog?” Heather said, feeling horrible. “I didn’t mean to change him into a woman.”

Bulldog had been the bouncer at the club when Heather had first met him and he’d been tricked by Bethany into thinking that she had a rape fantasy. She’d panicked when he’d tried to force himself on her and had removed his penis as a result. That didn’t explain why he was now a woman. Was the magic continuing to change him? Had he been infecting people all week like her other victims? Were men who stood too close to him becoming women, too?

It made her worry even more for her other victims. Were they going to continue changing to such an extreme? Was Kathleen going to become an actual French maid? What was going to happen to her siblings? What about Rita and Hanna? As she ruminated it occurred to her that Bulldog wasn’t leaking magic. Why was that?

“From what I heard you didn’t do that to him,” Benjamin said. “It doesn’t matter anyway. He was would have raped you; you did what you had to do.”

“I should have stopped him some other way.”

“He got off easy,” Benjamin said. “If I’d been there I would have removed more than just his manhood.”

“Besides, look at that smile on her face; she loves her new life,” Beverly said. “And you should see the service we get here now. All of the employees know what you and Bethany can do and that you’re our daughters. We’re treated like royalty.”

As if to prove his wife’s point, Benjamin raised a hand and a waitress suddenly appeared. He ordered three bottles of Cristal champagne, one for their table and the other two for Jennifer’s table.

Beverly picked up her pack of cigarettes and then used her long, red nails to carefully extract one. Heather observed her mom with a kind of awe. Her mannerisms were elegant and lady like. Not that she’d ever been mannish before, but her body language had been reserved and purposeful. There was a feminine flourish to all of her movements now.

“Tell me about your week.” Beverly held her cigarette up by her face as her husband flicked a flame to life on his lighter. “I assume you’ve been staying over at Abigail’s, despite her mother’s insistence that she hadn’t seen you all week.” She leaned forward to accept a light, gently caressing her husband’s hand as she did so.

Heather was at a loss for a moment. Seeing her father light her mother’s cigarette was something that she’d never even considered happening for most of her life. Despite knowing that her mother smoked, this was the first time that she’d actually seen her do so. It made her want one, too. “Don’t blame Mrs. Smith. I begged her to keep it a secret.”

“May I have a cigarette, Mrs. Drake?” Abigail asked.

“Of course.” Beverly removed a cigarette from her pack and handed it to Abigail. She looked at her daughter for a long moment before setting the pack back down on the table.

Heather wasn’t ready to smoke in front of her parents, even if her mother smoked herself and they were in a strip club. It would be an admission of defeat. She’d left her parents house last week with a holier-than-thou sense of pride, knowing that she’d stayed true to the church’s teachings when both her sister and mother had stumbled. In less than a week she’d started smoking, cursing, dressing like a Goth, having sex with her best friend and perverting people’s lives with magic. She dreaded seeing the disapproval in their eyes when they realized what a failure she was.

When Benjamin lit Abigail’s cigarette, she ran her hand over his, much like Beverly had done. He smiled at her in a way that made Heather see red. She grabbed her best friend by the waist and pulled her away.

Abigail giggled. “I think someone’s jealous,” She said as she lay her head on Heather’s shoulder.

Heather’s face felt like it was going to catch fire. She slid away from Abigail quickly and tried to act like everything was normal. Abigail looked hurt for a moment, but then she smiled in a big fake way as she took a drag off her cigarette. Heather could tell that she’d hurt Abigail’s feelings and it made her feel even shittier, which she hadn’t thought possible a minute before.

“You don’t need to be nervous, angel,” Beverly said. “I know that we...I...drilled a lot of silly ideas into your head. For years I made you wear those silly long sleeve dresses and told you that makeup and jewelry were evil. I made you think that you’d be a failure in my eyes if you swore or smoked or showed any kind of physical affection for a person you cared about. I was wrong. You are no better or worse if you smoke or show off some skin or have sex. It’s your life. Live it how you want, not how we want.” She picked up the pack of cigarettes and held it out to her daughter.

With her heart pounding and hand shaking, Heather accepted a cigarette from her mother’. “Thanks,” she said with a slight quaver.

Her vision narrowed as her father held a flame out to her. Still, she managed to get her cigarette lit without making too much of a fool out of herself. When her exhale mingled with her mother’s smoke she suddenly felt less like a kid and more like an adult. After taking a drink of champagne she placed her hand on Abigail’s and gave it a squeeze. Abigail’s smile was genuine this time. So were the smiles on her parent’s faces.

“I’m very happy for you two,” Beverly said. “I know that you’ll be good to each other.”

“Thanks, Mrs. Drake,” Abigail said as she slid closer to Heather.

Beverly pulled hard on her cigarette, showing the dense ball of smoke in her mouth for a moment before whisking it away into her lungs. Heather noticed that her father’s gaze alternated between her mom and Abigail, depending on which one was taking a drag off their cigarette at the time. It was a very lustful gaze which, thankfully, did not include her. It was bad enough that it included her girlfriend.

“It looks like you enjoy smoking as much as I do.” Smoke spouted from Beverly’s mouth as she spoke. “What else have you discovered about yourself in the last week?”

Heather blurted out “I’m evil!” without thinking. She was hit with a wall of despair and it was all she could do not to start sobbing.

“No you’re not!” Abigail pulled Heather into a hug.

“Yes, I am.”

“I’ve known you since before you were born,” Beverly said. “You’ve been a lot of things, but never evil. You’ve always tried to do what you believed was right.”

“You don’t know what I’ve done since you sent me to Bethany’s. I’ve done horrible things to people. I’ve messed up their lives for my own selfish pleasure. I even corrupted people at tonight’s church service."

"You should have seen it," Abigail said. "People were smoking inside the sanctuary while Jennifer’s band performed a rock concert.”

“Tell us everything from the beginning,” Benjamin said.

Heather told her parents the major events of the last week, leaving out the intimate details of her time with Abigail and Rebecca. She told them about the people she’d transformed and her theories about the magic making unwanted changes and it being contagious. Beverly started to interrupt when Heather mentioned using magic on Jimmy and Donna, but when Benjamin squeezed her hand she stopped talking and let Heather continue with her story.

“We can help you with one aspect of this.” Benjamin opened his wallet, removed a battered business card and handed it to Heather. “Bethany gave this to us last night.”

Heather studied the card. It was for Midnight Glade, an occult book and supply store owned and operated by Starshine Evertrue in Denver, Colorado, 303-477-3703.

“Call her,” Beverly said. Her eyes sparkled through the tears building up along her lower lid. “She’ll know how to find my babies.”

“I’ll be back in a little bit,” Heather said.

Abigail slid out of the booth with Heather and then handed over her phone. “Want some company?”

“I better do this alone.”

Abigail gave Heather a quick hug. “I’ll be here when you get back.” When she slid back into the booth she scooted a little too close to Benjamin for Heather’s comfort.

Heather wasn’t sure where to make the phone call. Outside she’d be accosted by the Grant family, but it was way too noisy in the club. She considered using Abigail’s car to drive somewhere quiet, but she’d just had several glasses of champagne. The VIP rooms were quiet, but also really creepy.

She looked around the club for inspiration. Bulldog had been replaced by a new dancer on the main stage. Nora was standing on her table, shaking her booty while hanging onto the silver pole, being cheered on by Jennifer and the others. She saw that Rebecca was at the table, sitting on Dave’s lap, grinding her ass into his crotch as she tossed dollar bills at Nora.

As she approached the table Rebecca spotted her, leapt off Dave’s lap and hurried over to her. “I was beginning to get my feelings hurt. It looked like you wanted to talk to your parents more than you wanted to talk to me.”

“Is there somewhere I can make a call in private?”

Rebecca studied Heather’s face for a moment. “Follow me.”

Rebecca turned and walked toward the employee entrance on the far side of the main stage. The bouncer manning the door hopped off his stool and quickly opened the door. She strode through the entrance without looking back. Heather hurried to catch up to her, the bouncer flashing her a nervous smile. As she passed the door that led to the room that had held the ceremony a strange chill ran through her spine.

Another thirty feet down the long hall Rebecca stopped in front of a door that read, “Manager’s Office”. She grabbed Heather, pushed her up against the door and then gave her a kiss that made her knees go weak.

When Rebecca ended the kiss she opened the door and said, “Take as long as you need. I’ll be out here when you’re done.”

As soon as Heather entered the small cluttered office she let Mr Whiskers out of her purse. He hopped onto the desk and then sat, staring at her. Heather remained standing; she was much too nervous to sit. After a couple of deep breaths she punched the phone number into Abigail’s phone.

“Hello?” Starshine said.

Racked with indecision, Heather didn’t respond. How could she trust what this woman had to say? She was the one who’d performed the ritual in the first place. Yet, her magic was out of control and she needed answers desperately. Who else was there to turn to? Pastor William was still out of town and no one else she knew had the expertise.

“Heather? Is that you?”

“How do you know it's me?” Heather wanted to hang up. Only her worry over her brother and sister kept her on the line.

“A lucky guess.” Starshine chuckled. “I know only a few people from Laramie.”

“Oh.”

“I imagine that you are frightened and confused. I shudder to think of the trials you’ve been through these last few days. I still remember my own confusion and distress when I first obtained the use of true magic and I had seasoned practitioners by my side, mentoring me day and night. I should have refused your sister’s demands that you go through this alone. Please forgive me.”

“Um…” An apology was the last thing that Heather she’d expected from Starshine. “Okay. I forgive you. My sister is a bitch and I’m happy blaming her.”

“You must have so many questions and I have so little time. I’m knee deep in preparations for tomorrow. I can explain everything in detail when I see you at the church in the morning.”

Heather wanted to ask what the witch was preparing to do at the church, but there was something even more important to her. “I need to find my brother and sister. I used magic on them and now I don’t know where they are. The magic is doing weird things to people and I think that it’s contagious. I’m scared that I’m never going to see them again.”

“You poor thing,” Starshine said. “Let me try and ease your mind. Close your eyes and think about the moment you used magic on your brother.”

Heather closed her eyes and thought back to Friday morning. “Okay.”

“Now point.”

Heather’s arm flew up and rotated until it was pointing at wall across from the office door. “Okay, now what?”

“Once you’ve used magic one someone they have your signature on them and you can use that to track them. Tomorrow I can teach you how to use divination or even astral projection to easily pinpoint their location.”

Heather started to relax. While she didn’t trust the witch’s motivations she believed that she was telling her the truth about magic. “How do I fix them once I find them? Everyone is still changing and they’re infecting everyone around them. I removed a bouncer’s penis and now he’s a woman. I used magic to make my brother and sister older. They could be ninety now or maybe even dead from old age.”

“We know that they aren't dead; the trick with the pointing only works on the living.”

“Oh good.” Heather felt a massive weight lift from her body.

“The reason people are changing and affecting others is that you are using too much magic on your subjects and then not retracting it, a common novice mistake. Magic is like a small child, easily controlled in the right hands, but can lead to all sorts of trouble left untended or with the incompetent. Few have the natural talent or proper skills to control magic and left within them it has a tendency to slip out and cause mischief. Simply retract any excess magic once you’ve used it, an easily mastered skill.”

“I’ll do that,” Heather said. The conversation with Starshine was going about as good as she could have hoped for.

“As far as Bulldog goes, he chose to be a woman. I spoke with him after you and Bethany left the club. It was my intention to use the excess magic you’d left inside him to restore his manhood, but he asked if I would use it to turn him into a woman. Apparently he's transgendered and had fantasized being a stripper for some time.”

Heather felt much better that she hadn’t ruined Bulldog’s life. “My best friend Abigail isn’t spilling magic like the others. I used magic on her and I don’t feel a connection to her like I do the others.”

“I would need to meet your friend to be sure, but I would guess that she is one of the lucky few that has a natural talent for magic. If I’m right, she is absorbing your magic and storing it as her own. Depending on how much she has absorbed she may be able to do some magic herself. Do not try to feed any to her directly until you have been trained or are supervised. It would be dangerous for you both.”

“Okay.”

“An important thing to remember is that there's nothing that can be done with magic that can’t be undone with more magic. There is always a way, it 's the matter of cost that can be the sticky wicket. Since it is your magic we’re talking about you should be able to reverse it without too much difficulty.”

“What cost?”

Starshine paused for a few seconds before answering. “Like anything in life, magic isn’t free. It comes from somewhere and there are costs for extracting it. For a tiny minority it comes from within themselves, but they pay a steep physical price for its continued use. For the rest of us we must procure magic and there are but two options: take it or be given it. Few beings with potent magic wish to give it for free and the cost is usually very steep. To take it means converting life force into magical force. To accomplish potent magic a practitioner must be willing to participate in some exceedingly vile deeds.”

“Which one did I get?” Heather asked.

“A little of both. In order to fuse Constance Morningstar’s magic into you we had to strike a bargain with a powerful being from another plane of existence.”

“That thing from the ceremony is inside me?” An brief image of a towering creature flashed in Heather’s mind

“No. A conduit was opened within you. You are a kind of a doorway at the moment and because of that you have access to a some of its magic along with Constance’s,” Starshine said. “Because of your sister’s intervention you are like a child learning to ride a bike, but instead of training wheels attached, you have giant rocket engines.”

“If I am a doorway, what is going to pass through and what does it with our world?”

Starshine mumbled some strange words. “Tonight when you sleep you will remember the events of the ceremony. It should answer some of your questions. The rest will have to wait until I see you on Sunday. Hang in there.”

“Wait, you didn’t tell me how to reverse the magic.”

“I have to go. I really am sorry.”

“Meow.” Mr Whiskers leapt onto Heather’s arm, ran up her arm and then purred into her ear.

“Who is that?” Starshine said, sounding very excited.

“That’s my cat, Mr Whiskers. He says he knows how to reverse the magic.”

“Who showed you how to create a familiar?”

“No one. I couldn’t reach my cigarettes one morning and I used magic on him and now he tells me things.” Heather had heard of familiars before. She’d been taught that they were evil tools of witches, demons inhabiting the bodies of animals like cats and bats. Mr Whiskers didn’t seem evil.

“This is amazing. What kinds of things has he told you?”

Heather felt her face grow warm. “Well, after I used magic on the pastor’s wife a voice told me that I’d done well and I felt this unimaginable pleasure. Mr Whiskers tells me how to change people so that I can feel some of that pleasure again.”

Starshine laughed. “You are a wonder. You created your own familiar without any training whatsoever. I am now the one with questions. But those will have to wait until we meet tomorrow.”

When the call ended Heather sat and pondered Starshine’s words for a few minutes. Some of her questions had been answered, but she had so many more now. She still didn’t know how to find her brother and sister, but she was relieved knowing that she could reverse anything that had happened to them. She’d need to keep her magic until she could locate them, something Pastor William wasn’t going to like.

He also wasn’t going to like that she was a portal to another plane of existence, whatever that meant. Hopefully her dream would provide her with more answers than Starshine had. It made her wish that it was later in the evening so that she could sleep right away. Curiosity was killing her.

Rebecca entered the office. “My turn.”

“What do you mean?”

“We were interrupted last week,” Rebecca placed her hand under Heather’s chin, lifting it up as she bent over Heather, forcing her to crane her neck painfully. “I don’t like being interrupted.” She let go of Heather’s chin as she sat down on the edge of the desk. “It wasn’t your fault, so I’m going to let you off lightly. Once you’re done making me cum with your tongue you’ll be forgiven.”

“Abigail is out front. So are my parents.” Heather said weakly.

“Why do I care about that?”

“I’m in love with Abigail.”

Rebecca rolled her eyes. “Not like I didn’t see that one coming. You two have been best friends forever. I’ve always wanted to hate her for being your best friend, something I always wanted to be, but that bitch makes it almost impossible to hate her. She’s so fucking nice. It’s really annoying.” Rebecca stared at Heather for a moment. “I’ll let you have your little love affair on one condition. I want you both at the same time. We’ll have to go somewhere else. I don’t want to mix business with pleasure. And it’ll have to be somewhere that your sister doesn’t know about. I don’t want to be interrupted by her again.”

“Okay, anything you want.” If Rebecca asked her to jump off a bridge she would. She desired to please Rebecca in anyway possible. It took everything she’d had to defy her for even a few seconds.

“Anything I want.” Rebecca smiled wickedly. “I like the sound of that.”

“Do you know anyone I can test my magic on? I need to make sure that Starshine told me the truth.”

“I know the perfect person. Follow me.”

Heather placed Mr Whiskers on her shoulder and then followed Rebecca down the hall to a small break room. A voluptuous woman sitting at one of the tables looked up at them briefly before turning her attention back to her phone. She was twenty something and probably the most beautiful women that Heather had ever seen.

Rebecca pulled Heather back into the hall. “That’s Crystal and I want you to change her. She gets all best shifts, plus we have too many all American blondes working at this place.”

They reentered the room. Crystal frowned at them. “She’s not supposed to be back here and cats aren’t allowed in the building at all. Mary and Nathan will be pissed when they find out.”

“Can you stand up please,” Heather said as she readied her magic, wanting to see the stripper’s transformation.

“What?”

“Just do it,” Rebecca said.

“Screw the both of you.”

Heather blasted Crystal with a bolt of magic. The blonde stood abruptly, sending her chair toppling backwards. She quickly lost several inches as her hair lost its curl and darkened. Her facial features altered, her eyes taking on an almond shape as her nose flattened. Her skin tone remained a light brown, but looked like it came from her heritage rather than a tanning bed. When the magic stopped a tiny Asian woman with perky little breasts stood before them.

“What you do me?” Crystal said in a heavy Vietnamese accent. “Change Chi-chi back. Chi-chi want be big beautiful American girl again.”

“That’s perfect!” Rebecca squealed.

“No perfect!” Crystal motioned with her tiny hands towards her chest. “No titties. Big problem. You fix now.”

“It’s only temporary.” Heather stroked Mr Whiskers as he purred into her ear, telling her how to properly reverse the effects of the magic. She followed his instructions and within a minute Crystal was once again a statuesque blonde goddess.

“How did you do that?” Crystal said as she slowly backed away from them.

Heather concentrated on Crystal forgetting everything that had happened since she’d started using her magic and then pulled all of her magic out of the woman.

The fear left Crystal’s face. She took her seat at the table and then said, “I’m not standing up so why don’t you two fuck off and leave me alone. I only have a few minutes left on my break.”

“Why’d you change her back?” Rebecca looked pissed.

“I was testing my ability to revert people,” Heather said. “I’m going to need to be able to do it in order to put everyone back the way they were.”

“Take your cat and inane conversation into a different room,” Crystal said.

“I liked her the other way.” Rebecca grabbed Heather and kissed her fiercely.

“Ugh. You two are disgusting.” Crystal stood. “I’m leaving if you won’t.”

Rebecca broke the kiss and turned on Crystal. “You aren’t going anywhere.”

Heather recovered her wits and shot Crystal with magic again, wanting her to become the little Asian woman with the huge tits, but this time she wanted her to be a raging dyke, too.

“I Chi-chi again. Me no like.”

Rebecca gave Chi-chi a kiss on the lips. “How do you feel about lesbian’s now?”

Crystal ran a hand over Rebecca’s tits. “Chi-chi love you long time.”

“I’ll leave you two alone so you can get reacquainted,” Heather said as she stepped toward the door.

“I still expect my time with you and Abigail later.” Rebecca slipped an arm around Chi-Chi’s waist.

“Of course.” Heather slipped out as the other two started making out.

Up front everyone was just where they’d been when she’d gone into the back room. Abigail was sitting with her parents and Nora was still dancing on the table in front of Jennifer and the others. Heather noticed that Nora’s pole work had improved dramatically. At the moment she had her legs wrapped around the pole and was hanging upside down. It looked like her breasts had grown a cup size and her hair was starting to go blonde at the tips. When Nora landed on her feet she held her hand out to Rachel. Rachel stood on her chair with help from the others and then joined Nora on the table. She started dancing too, trying to mimic Nora’s moves.

Heather contemplated changing Nora and Jennifer back to normal before any more magic leaked out and changed those around them. Nora would go back to being the overweight girl who longed to dance while Jennifer would once again become the shy girl with amazing vocal talent and terrible stage fright. It seemed like such a waste. They and everyone else at the table looked like they were having a great time; she hated to spoil it. She could always revert them back to their normal boring selves at the end of the evening.

When Heather rejoined her parents she lit a cigarette and quietly smoked it, not saying a word. She fretted her mother’s reaction when she let her know that she still didn’t know where her children were.

“Don’t keep us in suspense,” Abigail said. “What’d she say?”

“I know why people are still changing and how to stop it. I can change everyone back, too.” She took a long drag. “You were right about Bulldog, Dad. He wanted to be a woman and Starshine was the one who changed him.”

“What about Jimmy and Donna?” Beverly asked. She looked very anxious.

Mr Whiskers hopped off Heather’s shoulders, slinked across the table and then rubbed his body against Beverly’s arm.

“She said that she can help me find them, but not until tomorrow.”

“Do you believe her?” Beverly said as she picked up her daughter’s cat.

“I do. Plus, Mr Whiskers showed me how to change people back. It was really easy once he told me how.”

“Thank you, Mr Whiskers.” Beverly kissed on the top of his head.

“So, now what?” Abigail said.

“That’s easy,” Benjamin said. “Enjoy yourselves. You have the ability to make the impossible happen and then make it unhappen. Tonight may be the last time you have this power. Go wild. Don’t over think it. Have a blast.”

“I’m not sure that’s a good idea, Mr. Drake,” Abigail said.

“Call me Benjamin.” He planted a firm kiss on Abigail’s lips. “No rules tonight. Tomorrow is Sunday and you know what Sunday is for. It’s for being forgiven for all the hell you raised on Saturday night.”

“Daddy!” Heather yanked Abigail away from her father.

“Tell me you didn’t enjoy that,” Benjamin said to Abigail.

Abigail looked over at Heather. “Um..”

“You don’t have to answer. I know that you did. And it’s okay despite what you’ve been taught your entire life.” He squeezed Beverly’s hand. “Like the rest of us, you’ve been living in darkness and calling it the light. We’ve denied ourselves the pleasures of the flesh based on archaic beliefs. Deny yourselves no longer. People would pay vast fortunes to be in your shoes tonight. Do not waste an opportunity that may never come your way again.”

Heather wanted to argue with him. It was against the church’s teachings. It went against the bible. It went against everything that she been taught by him and her mom for all of her life. She knew that it was Bethany’s doing. She and Starshine were behind it all. They’d brainwashed her parents and now they were acting like the hedonists that the Grants had accused them of being. Unfortunately they’d been brainwashing her too and she didn’t have any fight left. Tomorrow would be salvation. Pastor William would be back and he’d rescue her from the magic’s siren song.

“You know, the Grants have been our friends for years. It would be so very nice if they could see their way to having a few drinks with us tonight,” Beverly said.

“You want me to use my magic on them?” Heather felt like singing.

“You aren’t actually going to do it are you?” Abigail said.

“Tell me you don’t want another taste of that mind blowing pleasure.” Heather slid her hand between Abigail’s legs. “You know that you’re going to love it. Besides, I know how to change them back now.”

“Think about it this way, Abigail,” Benjamin said. “If Heather hadn’t used magic on Bulldog he’d still be an unhappy bouncer instead of an ecstatic stripper.”

Abigail kept silent as she let Heather drag her outside.

The Grant family was busy waving their signs to cars as they drove by and didn’t see them exit the strip club.

Abigail lit a cigarette and then said, “Don’t you know that all you’re doing is drawing attention to the strip club? You’re just making people curious about the place. It’s like free advertising.”

The protesters turned and started yelling at the girls again, once more informing them of how evil they were.

“My mom and dad want to know if you’d like to join them for a drink,” Heather said.

“Heather? Is that you?” Polly said. “What have you done to yourself? You look like one of those devil worshipers at school. I never thought that you’d be a backslider.”

“It’s nice to see you, too. You’re as plain and boring as always.” Heather turned back to Polly’s parents. “My parents want to show you that the strip club isn’t nearly as bad as you think it is.”

“You have lost your mind along with your way,” Bob Grant said. “We want this den of sin shut down. We’re not about to give it our business.”

Heather took a puff of Abigail’s cigarette and then turned to Polly’s mom. “Are you happy?”

Maureen gaped at Heather for a moment. “The place is full of men committing adultery of the heart, men who should be at home with their wives.”

“And the poor girls,” Eunice said. “Coerced into degrading themselves for the lustful pleasure of sick men.”

“It's quite disgusting, baring their bodies for money,” Polly said. “I feel sorry for them. I feel sorry for you too. I thought that you were strong. I guess that you’re just as weak willed as your disgusting parents.”

“I bet none of you have ever even been inside a strip club, so how would you even know what it’s like?” Abigail took a long drag and then exhaled her smoke toward the Grant family.

“I don’t have to smoke a cigarette to know that it is vile,” Maureen said as she waved at the smoke flowing into her face. “Some things are self evident.”

“You judge from a standpoint of ignorance. Let me rid you of that.” Heather held an unlit cigarette out toward Maureen. “Take this.”

“Absolutely not,” Maureen said.

“Okay.” Heather pointed the cigarette toward Polly. “I’ll get her to smoke it.”

“I’m not smoking either,” Polly said.

“I think it’s time that you leave.” Bob grabbed Heather and Abigail by their arms.

“And I think that you should be more like my dad. He knows how to appreciate a woman who smokes.” Heather sent magic Bob’s way, wanting him to adopt her father’s new views on life. She also wanted him and everyone else to remember who he'd been before she used her magic on him.

Little changed about Bob physically. His clothing, which looked like it had been bought second hand store, changed into a sleek charcoal grey suit with a slim black tie. His Timex became a gold Rolex and his Supercuts haircut suddenly looked like it had cost him $100 or more. The expression on his face changed as well, switching from disdain to open lust as he watched Abigail exhale a thick cone of smoke into the air.

“Witch!” Eunice said as she tried to turn her wheelchair around to flee.

“Oh my god. You really are a devil worshipper,” Polly said.

“Shh.” Heather held a finger up to her lips as she removed the ability to speak from Bob’s daughter and mother.

Bob took the cigarette from Heather’s hand and inserted into his wife’s mouth. Maureen looked at him like he’d lost his mind.

“It’s either you or Polly.” Bob pulled a lighter from his pocket, produced a flame and held it an inch from the tip of the cigarette.

“My parents want to spend the evening socializing with a likeminded couple,” Heather said. “If Polly smokes that cigarette she’ll be Bob’s date for the night.”

Maureen glanced at her daughter for a moment before leaning forward and sticking the tip of the cigarette into the flame. She sucked instinctively and then choked out the smoke.

“That’s what every new smoker goes through,” Heather said. “It takes the body quite a bit of time to get used to inhaling cigarette smoke. Luckily I can speed things up a little bit.” Heather used a little magic on Maureen, making it so that her body thought that she’d been smoking a cigarette every day for the last week.

Maureen took a quick drag and then promptly blew out a faint stream of smoke, this time without coughing. Her fingernails extended past the tips of her fingers and became a bright shade of red.

“Better wasn’t it?” Heather used a little more magic. “This is what it is like if you’d been smoking three cigarettes a day for a couple of months.”

Maureen sucked on the cigarette longer this time and produced a much thicker exhale. The hem of her skirt travelled up her legs as the material changed into a silky magenta.

With each puff Maureen’s prior smoking experience expanded. On the following puff she’d been smoking a quarter pack for six months, followed by a half pack for a year and then a full pack for three years. As her experience grew, her puffs grew longer and deeper, the volume of smoke exiting her body increasing in volume and duration. Her clothes continued to change into an attire that was in line with what Heather’s mother was wearing; body hugging dress, lots of sparkling jewelry, heavy makeup, sky high heels.

Bob looked like he was a hair’s breadth away from masturbating in front of everyone as he watched his wife become the smoker of his newly implanted fantasies.

On her last drag of the cigarette, it was as if Maureen had been smoking two packs a day for the last twenty years. As she hollowed her cheeks, trying to get every last bit of smoke out of her cigarette, the bun on top of her head exploded, sending wavy blonde hair down over her shoulders.

“Please do that again,” Bob said.

“Gladly,” Maureen said as she pulled a cigarette from her clutch and lit it with the butt of her first cigarette. She dragged on the cigarette for a good five seconds before snap inhaling it all into her lungs. She was exhaling smoke over the next several breaths. “You’re right, Heather. It does taste a lot better once you’ve given it a chance.”

Bob held out his arm. “Shall we join the Drakes inside?”

Heather and Abigail were busy making out and didn’t notice Bob and Maureen enter the club, having once again become overwhelmed by the sexual pleasure of using Heather’s magic.

After a few minutes Abigail’s wandering hands reached Heather’s posterior. “Oh my god, your butt,” she said, grabbing a handful of each cheek. “You’ve got a Beyonce ass.”

“I think I got a tattoo around my bellybutton,” Heather said weakly. Abigail’s hands on her ass was making her wet.

“I can’t wait to get you home so I can give your body a thorough inspection,” Abigail nibbled on Heather’s neck while she kneaded her bubble butt.

“Rebecca wants to have a three way. I told her yes.”

Abigail froze. “Do I get a say in this?”

“If you join Rebecca and me, I won’t complain if you sleep with my dad.”

Abigail’s face turned bright red. “Deal.”

“What should we do with these two?” Heather said, motioning toward Polly and Eunice who were staring at them in mute disgust.

“Are you sure that you can change them back?” Abigail asked.

“I’m positive.”

“Then open their minds. Eunice thinks that strippers are being mistreated, Let her find out for herself.”

Heather regarded Eunice for a moment. She was in no shape to stand, let alone dance on stage. She could make her younger easy enough, but Rebecca thought that there were too many white strippers already.

With a little magical push Eunice rose out of her wheelchair. Her body straightened and the years melted from her face. Her clothes vanished, leaving her in frumpy panties and a saggy white bra. Her loose skin tightened as it gradually darkened in shade. When she was looking like she was in her late thirties and had spent her entire life sunbathing, her face, which had been hawkish and wrinkled broadened into a smooth, blemish free oval. Her skin tone continued to deepen--briefly resembling the color of a mocha from Hava Java--as her grey hair twisted itself into long black plaits. When her skin was the color of obsidian, her underwear became a gold bikini--struggling to contain her abundant tits and ass--and matching jewelry appeared all over her body: ears, wrists, fingers, ankle, bellybutton and neck. She was an ebony goddess, barely out of her teens.

“Go on inside and see what it’s really like to be an exotic dancer.” Heather said as she removed her magic.

Eunice ran her hands along her body. Taking a step in her platform heels she said, “I’m young again and I can walk.”

“You can do more than that. Go get up on stage and you’ll find out what your new body can really do.” Heather turned to Polly. “So, do you want to be a customer like your parents or an employee like your grandma?”

“I don’t want to go in, please don’t make me.”

Heather let Mr Whiskers decide what to do with Polly. “Okay. I won’t force you, I’ll only tempt you. For the rest of the night you’re going to be tempted to do all sorts of sins. The temptation will grow stronger as you resist, eventually going away if you hold out long enough. If give in, you’ll find yourself changing into a sinner, body and mind. We’ll see just how strong willed you really are.”

“I’ve been resisting sin my whole life and I have the shield of faith.”

“Good luck with that. Now why don’t you come inside with us.”

Polly gasped as she felt herself tempted to enter the strip club. She shook her head and then said, “I’m not going inside. You can tempt me all you want.”

“I don’t want to stand out here waiting for you to eventually give in, so I’m going to make you a deal. Enter the strip club willingly or I’ll tempt you to break the ten commandments, starting with number six.”

Polly recited each of the commandments quietly to herself in order. When she reached the sixth she shouted, “But that’s murder.”

“Exactly. Enter the club or start fantasizing about killing someone. Entirely your choice.”

“Fine. But this is extortion and doesn’t really count as voluntary,” Polly said as she walked toward the club entrance.

As soon as Polly entered the strip club a couple of things happened; Her posture relaxed and the slippers on her feet gained a two inch heel. Scanning the room, she said, “It’s not as bad in here as I thought it would be.”

Mr. and Mrs. Grant were sitting with Heather’s parents. The ladies sat next to each other and were talking animatedly as they smoked. Benjamin was pouring champagne in Maureen’s glass while Bob was lighting a cigar. Eunice was nowhere to be seen.

Rebecca was back at the table when the three of them joined Jennifer and the others. She was back on Dave’s lap, grinding away while Madison looked on, getting more pissed by the second. Chi-Chi was on stage, shaking her groove thing.

Nora and Rachel were still dancing on top of the table. Both women were down to just their panties. Nora was completely blonde and her tits were easily a D cup. Rachel wasn’t quite as busty, but was on her way. Her whole shape had changed, she’d lost the pudge around the middle and it seemed that it had settled on her ass, giving her a sexy bubble butt. She’d lost the soccer mom look and now looked like she belonged on a stage, dancing around a stripper pole. Her pole work was almost as good as Chi-chi's.

“Damn, you two could make a lot of money working here,” Rebecca said as she rotated her ass on Dave’s lap, making him moan.

“I don’t know if my husband and children would understand,” Rachel said. She had one leg stretched over her head, up along the pole, doing a vertical splits.

“When your husband sees how much money you can make he just might.”

“I’ll have to think about it,” Rachel said.

“You do that,” Rebecca said as she stood. “I have to get back to work. I’ll swing by a little later.”

“Can I hold Mr Whiskers?” Kylie asked once Heather took a seat.

Mr Whiskers hopped off her shoulder and then trotted across the table, avoiding all of the glassware will ease. He hopped into Kylie’s lap and then purred as she stroked his fur.

Besides a small circle around the stripper pole where Nora and Rachel danced, the table was littered with an array of glassware and bottles of alcohol. In addition to the bottles of champagne that her father had bought, there were several bottles of wine and hard alcohol.

Heather filled several shot glasses with Don Julio and then slid one in front of Polly, saying, “You should try tequila. I have a feeling that you’re gonna love it.”

Polly glared at Heather. “I entered the strip club, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to partake in this devil water.”

“You will, eventually.”

Polly crossed her arms over her chest and refused to look at the drink. After a minute she started casting glances at the shot glass. After ten minutes she stared at the shot glass intently, like a man lost in the desert who’d found a waterhole, but feared that the water was tainted. Before 15 minutes had passed she finally caved, downing the whole thing in a single gulp. A cheer erupted around the table. When she set the glass down it had a pink lipstick mark on it.

“You’re way behind, girl,” Natalie shouted as she refilled Polly’s shot glass. “You gotta catch up!”

Polly stared at the shot glass for less than ten minutes before picking it up and slamming it. She looked down at her legs. Her eyes went wide as she saw that the hem of her skirt up to her knees. She pulled at the hem, trying to cover more of her legs.

“She didn’t last nearly as long that time,” Abigail whispered into Heather’s ear.

“I might have forgotten to tell her that every time she caves her will to resist that particular vice is going to be that much weaker,” Heather said. “If people keep offering her shots at this rate she’ll be a raging alcoholic before the night is over.”

“And you’re sure that you can change her back to the way she was?” Abigail asked. When Heather nodded she lit a cigarette and then said to Polly, “Do you want to try a puff? It’s pretty nice once you get used to it.”

Polly shook her head as Kylie refilled her shot glass.

“Why don’t you just hold a cigarette?” Abigail held her pack out toward Polly. “That’s not really a sin.”

Polly looked at the shot glass and then at the cigarette pack. She slammed the shot and then extracted a cigarette from the pack with her new inch long fingernails. She stared at them for a moment, liking that they were painted a similar shade of pink as her new lipstick.

When Natalie tried to refill Polly’s glass, Abigail blocked it with her hand. “Let’s lay off tempting Polly with alcohol for a while. There are so many other sins for her to discover tonight.”

Before long Polly was watching Abigail smoke with the same intensity that she’d given the tequila just before she’d given in to temptation. She held the unlit cigarette between her fingers just like Abigail. She brought it to her mouth, looking like she was going to take a pretend drag off it when she realized what she was doing. She flung the cigarette away like it was a spider.

Natalie grabbed one of Polly’s hands. “What happened to your nails?”

Polly pulled her arm back and then hid her hands in her armpits.

“Way to embarrass her,” Jennifer said to Natalie. Turning to Polly she said, “I think your nails look pretty.”

“So do I,” Kylie said quietly.

“Her fingernails weren’t painted when she came in. They were short and plain. I swear.”

“Yes they were,” Polly said, not really sure why she lied. Her listless, blonde hair exploded into a wild mane of vibrant, wavy red.

“Oh my god!” Jennifer scooted back in her chair.

“See, I told you,” Natalie said.

Polly grabbed a lock of her hair and brought it in front of her face. “I kind of like the color.”

Rachel climbed down from the table, picked up her shirt from the back of one of the chairs and then sat down next to her sister, whom she barely resembled. She looked more like Crystal had looked before Heather had changed her into Chi-Chi. It was like someone had given a woman a makeover into a stereotypical blonde stripper and Natalie was the before and Rachel the after.

Nora continued dancing, but like the others, her eyes were fixated on Polly’s bright red hair.

“Calm down everyone. I can explain,” Heather said. “I used magic on Polly. Now anytime she sins she changes physically."

“There’s no such thing as magic,” Gina said.

“Really?” Natalie said. “Did you not just see her hair change color in front of God and everybody?”

“Did you notice your own sister change?” Heather asked. “She didn’t start out this evening looking like a blonde bimbo. Neither did Nora.”

“You do know that I can hear you, right?” Rachel said.

Natalie scrutinized her sister, trying to see what had changed.

“How about the smoking in church tonight?” Abigail said. “Anyone think that was weird?”

Everyone at the table looked confused as their brains tried to reconcile recent events, which had seemed normal at the time, but weren’t consistent with past beliefs.

“Who wanted to try smoking a cigarette before tonight?” Heather scanned their faces. “And who’s been struggling with the desire since we left the church?”

Gina and Natalie both raised their hands. Kylie looked at the floor.

“I still don’t believe in magic,” Gina said. “I can’t explain how Polly’s hair changed, but that doesn’t mean it was magic. I saw David Copperfield make a Lear jet disappear on stage when I was a teenager. He didn’t use real magic and I can’t explain how that was done either.”

“Arg. I can’t take it anymore!” Polly snatched Abigail's cigarette and took a puff. Her blouse tightened as her breasts swelled into the size of softballs.

“Believe in magic now?” Abigail said.

Gina stared at Polly tits, her mouth moving, but no sound coming out.

“I believe,” Jennifer said.

“So do I, now give me one of those,” Natalie picked up Heather’s pack of cigarettes and shook one loose.

“It won’t work like that for you,” Heather said.

“I don’t care. I’ve never smoked before, but I’ve been dying for one for the last hour.” Natalie lit the cigarette, took a small puff and made a face.

“They take some getting used to,” Abigail said as she reached for the pack of cigarettes. “But once you do they’re pretty wonderful.”

“Here, take yours back.” Polly held the half smoked cigarette out to Abigail.

“Keep that one,” Abigail said. “The second puff is better than the first.”

Polly held the cigarette far away from her body, but her eyes stayed glued to it.

“Maybe you need a better demonstration of my new powers,” Heather said. She looked over at Mr Whiskers. “Any ideas?”

Mr Whiskers hopped out of Kylie’s hands and bounded across the table, darting between Nora’s legs. He leapt onto Heather’s shoulder and purred.

Heather smiled. “Madison, it seems that you’re been pretty annoyed with Dave.”

“You think? He just had a lap dance right in front of me. Twice!”

Dave shrugged. “Rebecca said that she’d get in trouble if she hung out at the table without giving someone a lap dance. No one else wanted one, so I volunteered. I was just trying to help out.”

“You’re so generous,” Madison said as she scowled at him.

Heather addressed Madison again. “Would you like him to know how it made you feel when he did that?”

Madison shrugged. “Of course.” She glared at Dave as she said, “Not that he will because he’s an insensitive asshole.”

Dave let out a gasp as he reached for his crotch. “What the hell?”

“Oh my god!” Madison pointed at Dave’s chest. His pecs were growing at a rapid pace.

Dave’s shirt transformed into a pink blouse that looked very much like the one Madison was wearing. His pecs continued to swell, looking more like female breasts by the second. His facial features softened and his hair grew long. In less than a minute he was completely female, wearing a skirt and a pair of flats and modest makeup. He and Madison looked like they could be sisters.

“Change me back,” Dave said in a soft, feminine voice. “I don’t want to be a girl.”

“You’ll stay that way until you’ve learned how to be a good boyfriend.”

“How am I supposed to learn how to be a good boyfriend by being a girl? That doesn’t make any sense.”

“I’m not finished,” Heather said.

Madison squealed as her hand went to her lap. “Oh my god, what is happening?”

“Dave is going to need a boyfriend to teach him how a girl should and shouldn’t be treated,” Heather said.

Madison’s transformation was like Dave’s, but in reverse, gaining girth and height instead of losing it. As her chest and shoulders expanded her breasts flattened.  Her dress morphed into a pair of slacks and a button down shirt just before her arms and legs packed on muscles. Her chin grew square and full of stubble. There was a sizable bulge in her jeans.

Dave gaped at Madison as she checked out her new body. Tears filled his eyes and he simpered to himself. Madison looked up and her face fell.

“Come here, sweetie.” Madison held her hands out to Dave.

Dave scooted closer to Madison, letting her pull him close. Laying his head on her shoulder, he said, “I’m scared and I don’t want to be a girl.”

Madison kissed his forehead. “It’s going to be alright. We’ll get through this together.”

“That was unbelievable,” Natalie said.

“I’m a believer now,” Gina said. She held out her hand to Natalie. “Let me have a drag off that thing.”

As Gina took her first baby steps into being a smoker, Heather tried to slow her breathing. Changing Dave and Madison’s gender had been quite pleasurable. Having an orgasm in front right at the table had been a little awkward, but she’d stayed quiet for the most part and between Madison and Dave being in new bodies and all the sex on display around them, everyone else’s attention had been elsewhere.

“I’m bored of dancing alone,” Nora said. “Someone join me.”

“I’ll dance with you.” Gina took a quick puff and then handed the cigarette back. “Will someone help me get up on the table?”

Madison squeezed Dave’s shoulder and then stood. “I’ll help you, Gina.”

Heather wondered how long it was going to take Gina to change into a buxom blonde. She was twenty years older than Rachel and nearly fifty pounds heavier. Would that make a difference?

As Madison used her new strength to help Gina climb up onto the table, a man in a silk shirt unbuttoned to his navel, exposing a forest of chest hair, walked onto the main stage with a microphone in his hand.

“We have a very special treat for you tonight, a first time dancer,” the MC said. “She’s gorgeous, sexy as hell, and horny as fuck. Let’s give a big Newgrounds welcome to our newest dancer, Unique. She is truly one of a kind.”

Eunice strutted onto the stage with grace, confidence and a whole lot of sexy, crossing one foot in front of the other, sending her hips swaying back and forth and her tits bouncing to and fro. She grabbed a pole and swung around it, her feet flying high over her head.

“You’ve got to see your grandma dance. She’s very talented,” Heather said.

“That’s Eunice Grant?” Jennifer said. “Why did you change her into a black woman?”

Heather shrugged. “It seemed like the thing to do at the time.”

“I don’t want to look.” Polly kept her back to the stage. She took a drag on the cigarette that she’d been trying to ignore. The long ash fell as she pulled the smoke into her body, landing on her cleavage, her dress having gained a deep v-neck moments before.

Everyone at the table cheered for Eunice. Polly, unable to restrain her curiosity any longer turned in time to see her grandmother remove her bikini top and throw it into the crowd. Her jaw dropped, her eyes glued to her grandmas naked breasts. She absentmindedly took a third drag on the cigarette. Her tits gained another cup size and the silver studs in her ears became a pair of hoops the size of DVDs.

“Come with me,” Heather said to Polly as she stood. “I’m going to say ‘Hi’ to Eunice.

Polly didn’t bother resisting. She followed Heather to the edge of the stage.

“I bet Madison would love a lap dance. It would also teach Dave a lesson. It might be something that you’d enjoy, too.”

“Not that, please.” Polly buried her face in her hands. “How much longer are you going to keep doing this to me?”

“Until you love it.”

Heather removed a couple of twenties from her purse, handed one to Polly and then waved the other in the air to attract Eunice's attention. As Polly’s grandmother gyrated her way over to them, Heather was reminded of being in a similar situation just last week, except that she’d been in Polly’s position. It had been a horrible experience at the time, seeing what Bethany had done to her friend Becky and then being forced to kiss her.

She was enjoying the strip club a lot more tonight. She’d enjoyed kissing Rebecca, the woman Becky had become, too. It wasn’t going to take Polly a week to realize what a fun place the strip club could be. She’d be having a good time before the night was over, of that there was no doubt.

“How am I doing?” Eunice asked as she shimmied in front of her granddaughter, making her tits wobble like jello.

“You’re so beautiful now and you’re an amazing dancer.” When Polly slipped a twenty into her grandma’s g-string, she felt a slight pinch in her nose.

“You’re so sweet.” Eunice caressed her granddaughter’s cheek with her hand. “I love your nose ring. I gotta get me one of those.”

“What do you think of the place now?” Heather asked. “Do you want me to change you back?”

“It feels so wonderful being young and beautiful. Men never lusted after me before. I find their hungry stares quite intoxicating. Let me stay this way a bit longer please.”

“You can stay that way as long as you’d like.” Heather added another twenty to Eunice’s g-string.

“Bye, grandma,” Polly said. A man next to her chuckled at the comment, prompting Polly to say, “She’s my step-grandma. My grandfather has a thing for young, hot black women.” He never took his eyes off of Eunice or he might have noticed Polly's lips swell.

“What do you think of your grandma’s dancing?” Heather said as they headed back to the table.

“She’s so beautiful and sexy. I couldn’t take my eyes off her.”

“Neither can anyone else in this place.” Heather pointed to Madison who was gaping at the gorgeous black stripper, much to Dave’s annoyance. “I think that now would be a good time for that lap dance.”

Polly walked up to Madison and whispered into her ear. Her eyes went wide, but she slowly smiled and nodded. Polly sat down on her lap, facing away from her and moved her hips, trying to stimulate Madison’s new cock, her ass swelled into a bubble butt in less than a minute.

“Get off her you stupid slut!” Dave said as he shoved Polly’s shoulder.

“Chill, baby. Polly was tempted by Heather to give me a lap dance. I’m just helping her out.” Madison grabbed Polly by the hips and helped guide her ass.

“I need your support and all you can think about is yourself. You’re such an asshole.” He folded his arms under his breasts.

Heather and several of the other women at the table laughed.

“I should get you to do that to my husband. He could use a lesson, too,” Gina said. Her hair color had lightened and it looked like she’d lost ten pounds, most of it from her waist and thighs.

“Why don’t you go sit over by Kylie again?” Dave said to Polly. “She looks lonely. You should keep her company.”

Heather knew that Kylie had received a decent dose of magic spilling off of Todd and Kirk had a feeling that the choir girl would enjoy Madison’s attention. “Have you ever kissed a girl, Polly? I bet that you’d like it.”

Polly cast glances at Kylie as she wiggled against Madison’s strong, muscular body. It was obvious that Madison was enjoying it almost as much as it was annoying Dave.

Once the lap dance was finished Polly moved to the other side of the table and sat down next to Kylie. She filled two shot glasses and handed one to Kylie. “A toast. To new experiences.”

After clinking glasses, Polly hooked her arm around Kylie’s and then slammed her shot. Kylie was startled at first, but then smiled and drank her own shot. Polly followed up with a quick kiss, causing Kylie’s smile to broaden.

“Do you smoke?” Polly asked Kylie as she picked up Heather’s pack and shook one out.

Kylie looked down at the table. “No, but I was thinking of trying it.” Looking back up at Polly she said quietly, “You make it look so sexy.”

“Let’s share this one,” Polly said and then lit the cigarette. Once she took a puff she handed it to Kylie.

Kylie tried to inhale on her first puff and started choking. She handed the cigarette back to Polly. “That’s disgusting.”

“Try feeding her the smoke, like this.” Abigail took a drag and then gave Heather a smoky kiss.

“Yeah, let’s try that,” Kylie said as she ran her fingers through Polly’s hair.

Polly inhaled some smoke and then leaned toward Kylie and exhaled a tight stream of smoke straight into her mouth. Kylie grabbed the back of her head and pulled her into a deep kiss. As they made out Polly’s dress lost its sleeves, exposing a tattoo of a pair of venus symbols on her shoulder.

Heather was so happy that her parents had been at the strip club. She’d been pretty nervous initially, but now she was having the time of her life. Between the alcohol, being next to Abigail and the zaps of pleasure every time Polly gave into temptation she was riding high. She didn’t want the night to end.

With Madison’s help Gina climbed down from the table. She was completely blonde now. She still looked like she was in her early fifties, but now she looked like she spent most of her time trying to stay looking younger.

“Who’s going to dance with me now?” Nora said, holding onto the stripper pole with one hand while holding out the other for someone to take. “I hate dancing alone. What about you, Kylie?”

Polly grabbed Kylie’s arm, pulling her against her body possessively. “Kylie’s staying right here, aren’t you?”

Kylie turned her head toward Polly and they started making out.

“Looks like her dance card is full,” Gina said.

“Why don’t you dance with her, babe,” Madison said to Dave. “You’d look hot dancing around a stripper pole.”

“You think so?” Dave blushed. He let his former girlfriend help him onto the table.

Dave had been dancing for less than a minute when Heather’s parents and Polly’s parents stopped by the table, looking like they were leave for the night. Beverly invited Heather and Abigail to Sunday dinner while the Maureen said goodnight to her daughter.

“You look beautiful with red hair,” Maureen said as hugged Polly. “Heather is something else, isn’t she?”

“I’m beginning to think so.” Polly puffed on her cigarette and the said, “Are you enjoying smoking too, Mom?”

Maureen took a deep drag. “Oh yes.” Smoke poured from her mouth. “Your father and I are going home with the Drakes for a little after party and I’m going to enjoy that, too. Benjamin is such a handsome man. I can’t wait to have him in my mouth.”

“Mom!” Polly face grew red quickly.

“You shouldn’t knock it until you’ve tried it, sweetie.”

She glanced at her father. “But what about Daddy?”

“Don’t worry about your father; he’ll be too busy fucking Beverly to care what I’m doing with Benjamin.” Maureen handed the car keys to Polly. “Can you make sure that Eunice gets home safely?”

Heather burst out laughing at the thought of her parents being swingers, feeling as embarrassed as Polly looked. Her whole world was upside down. Yet it gave her an idea.

“Listen up everyone,” Heather said. “I want to move the party. I know a great place where we can be ourselves, or anyone else we want to be.”

“Can you tell me the address?” Gina asked as she pulled a pen and a pad of paper from her purse. “I’ll stop by a liquor store on the way.”

“13459 Sw Alder Ct,” Heather said. “You won’t need to buy anything. I’ll make sure that the place is well stocked.

Abigail stiffened at the mention of the address, but she didn’t say anything.

“I don’t like showing up to parties empty handed,” Gina said.

“Do you mind if I text the address to Tayla?” Madison asked. “I’m sure she and Steve will want to come, too.”

“Invite anyone you like; the more the merrier.” Heather turned to Abigail. “Text Rebecca and let her know. Tell her to bring Vicky with her.”

Polly was chewing on the end of her thumb, casting furtive glances at Madison. It looked like she was trying to build up the courage for something. Based on Maureen’s comments Heather had a good idea of what was on Polly’s mind.

Heather whispered into Polly’s ear. “Go over there and ask Madison to take you into one of the VIP rooms. I don’t think you’ll get much push back.”

“But what about Dave? I don’t want him...her to hate me.”

“Dave is too busy turning into a stripper to notice.”

Polly looked up at Dave as he danced on the table with Nora. He’d been up there for about fifteen minutes and, like Nora, was naked except for shoes and panties. He was starting to look a lot more like Nora and Rachel than the old Madison. Other than the dark roots, his hair was completely blonde and his tits were nearing the D cup range. His dance moves were erotically feminine.

“Madison will need to pay to enter into the VIP room, but you won’t,” Heather said.

Polly turned and gave Kylie a deep kiss.“I have to take care of some business, but I’ll be back soon for more of that.”

She lit a cigarette and then swayed her way over to the other side of the table. As soon as she whispered into Madison’s ear the tattoo on her shoulder changed into two Venus symbols interlocked with a Mars symbol. Madison took her hand and led her to the VIP rooms and then handed some cash to the bouncer. Polly’s outfit changed into a pair of booty shorts and a silver bikini, much like many of the other strippers currently working the floor.

“We’re going to take off and get the place ready. Wait here for at least another forty-five minutes before leaving,” Heather said.

Mr Whiskers ran across the table and bounded into her arms, once again missing all of the glassware sitting on the table and the high heels of the two dancing women. Heather let him ride on her shoulder as she and Abigail made their way out of the strip club.

“So, why are we going to the Bradford’s?” Abigail asked once they stepped out of the night club. “You don’t think they’re gonna get pissed when a bunch of strangers show up at their house uninvited?”

“Not once I’m done with them.” Heather stroked Mr Whiskers back. She had some ideas for the couple, but she was curious what he’d come up with, too.

“Do you have any reservations about using your magic now? Just because you can undo something, doesn’t mean you should automatically do it.”

“You seemed okay with what I did to the Grants earlier.”

“Yeah, but now we’re talking about invading someone’s home in the middle of the night. Doesn’t that seem worse to you?”

“Starshine had something interesting to say about you,” Heather said.

“You totally avoided my question.” Abigail waited for several seconds before speaking again. “What did she say about me?”

“She thinks that you might be able to do magic, too.”

“Whatever.”

“No, I’m serious. She said that she wouldn’t know for sure until she met you, but from what I told her she thinks that it’s likely,” Heather said.

“I can transform people, too?”

“Maybe. We should experiment tonight.”

“Before or after we have a three way with Rebecca?”

“Why not during, too? Why limit ourselves?” Heather hugged Mr Whiskers to her chest. “We’re going to have so much fun tonight.”

Mr Whiskers closed his eyes and purred contentedly.

(To be continued)