Chapter 3 - Careless Whisper Sax Solo

”Uh, sorry, mine slipped off when I got out of bed and I figured no other pair would fit?” I scratched the back of my head awkwardly, swiftly reaching for a book off the top of a pile, so as to cover my crotch with it temporarily. I paid no mind to the cover or the name, and barely cared about the size. Just needed something to get some modesty back with.

“Oh, the irony of that choice...” I heard the wizard mumble, as a slight smirk spread on his face. In what possible way could my choice of censor block be ironic? I didn’t move it to check the title, but just shrugged at it as he approached me, holding a bundle of fabric.

“Right, you should practice changing back and forth; here’s something to wear in demon form.” He shoved the bundle towards me. I only had the one free hand to grab it in, but I managed to grab it by the shoulder straps, as it unfurled into a short black dress. Skater dress style, with spaghetti straps to keep it up. My brain jumped to the worst possible conclusion for a source of the dress.

“Hey, buddy, you didn’t like, perform human sacrifices or anything, did you?” I woke up as a succubus girl because of him, of course my brain jumped to murder!

“What?! No! I wouldn’t! I couldn’t!” He was panicking a bit, shaking his hands in front of his face. When he got his breathing down, he pointed at it. “I used to wear that when I was younger.” I blinked at him, raising an eyebrow in surprise. “I’m a trans guy.” Oh, yeah, right, that’s a thing a person can be. The situation I found myself in had really scrambled my sense of priority and Occam’s razor. Leonard continued. “My old magic teacher got tired of me fucking up my spells from being distracted by dysphoria and magically transitioned me to dudesville.” And yet he was left looking like a disaster twink, unable to grow a respectable beard or get proper rest.

“Wait, you can do that?” I was aware of the standard transition methods that were available; we got a whole course on it in school before puberty started hitting us, that was standard procedure. But magic allowing complete form control like that? Well, okay, magic is magic, and I had the ability to turn into a demon girl on command.

“Yes. Now could you please transform back into a succubus so you’re not hanging loose?” Wizard dude asked, turning away from me as I sighed and focused again on turning into a succubus. It took much less effort than turning into a human. Like sliding down a slide, while turning human was walking up the steps to the slide. The fire flashed again, and my shift in perspective confirmed I was a demon girl once more. The itching disappeared, I had an easier time breathing, and again that feeling of peaceful rightness overcame me. I really, really hoped it wasn’t messing with my mind or anything. I pointed towards Rincewind’s Third Cousin Four Times Removed.

“Okay. You start figuring out how to fix this. Especially the craving part. I can’t eat cheese. The result would be considered pest control, and I’d be tried for war crimes for using chemical warfare.” I put the book back, the cover depicting a muscular chubby lady holding hands with a purple-haired cyborg, an old car behind them. Midnight Drive, the title read, and left me thinking why Gandalf the Goth considered me reaching for it ironic.

“I’ll need to ask on the mystics & magics forum to get feedback; not sure how long that will take.” He sighed while making his way towards the laptop, opening up a browser and scrolling through his bookmarks.

“So what am I supposed to do in the meantime?” I had to ask, my new form and powers brought a level of uncertainty I hadn’t experienced before. Could I hide it? Could I ignore it? Could I go about my daily life like nothing had changed?

“Practice changing back and forth or something? You DO get superpowers in your succubus form. Strength, stamina, dexterity, some magic.” He was typing away now; the page he was on looked like something out of history books. History books on the development of Internet spaces and cultures. Specifically, the section on late 90’s forums.

“Wait, superpowers and magic too? Huh. Might not be too bad a deal then. Except for the whole ‘skin like an early 21st century racist caricature’ and horns bit.” I looked myself over quickly. If this is all it cost to get superpowers, I wasn’t gonna look a gift radioactive spider in the mandibles. I started making my way out.

“Hold on! Almost forgot, probably should swap contacts.” The wizard dude walked up to me, his phone in hand. I pulled the pockets out of my hoodie and gestured at my legs

“Didn’t think to grab my phone as I came down here.” With a quick nod of acknowledgement, he dashed over to his coffee table, tore a scrap piece of paper and wrote down his details. “Leonard?”

“Oh, right, we haven’t introduced ourselves this whole time. I’m Leonard Silver.” He extended his hand forward for me to shake it, and I took it in mine to return the courtesy.

“I’m…” I hesitated. My name was stuck in my throat. I couldn’t push it out. It was as if I couldn’t label the current me with it, like I shouldn’t be using it; it felt wrong to say it. Was it the same influence making me crave those foods that was making it hard for me to say my name? Just five letters, two syllables, means Rock, come on, just say it! I just had to say it! “...Peter.” That had taken me longer than usual. It was a very awkward pause. Leonard had obviously noticed my hesitation, and had opened his mouth to speak right before I finished my sentence. Lord knows what he was going to say. He nodded at my answer.

“Nice to meet you.” Leonard let go of my hand.

“Likewise...” Right after that, I went out the door and up the stairs to my own apartment, with enough speed the dress I held flailed like a cape in the wind. The second I was inside and the door was securely closed and locked shut, I stripped off the hoodie and fell into bed groaning into the pillow like a rebellious teen annoyed at their parents. I was regretting the drop slightly, as I hadn’t realised how tender my chest was, so the impact hurt.

Despite that drop, I had passed out. And I most likely would have stayed asleep, were it not for a strange smell and how wet my sheets were getting. It was an unfamiliar but mostly not unwelcome sensation. I mean, except for the fact I would have to wash my sheets, that was definitely annoying, but overall I was enjoying the feeling. Warmth in my lower tummy, an ache between my legs. I wasn’t thinking lewd thoughts, though. I hadn’t had lewd dreams. I just suddenly found myself unexpectedly horny, and it was concerning. As the only thing I could trace it to was that smell. I had to sort it out.

I got out of bed, still in demon form, still lacking fitting underwear for it, so I went for the dress that Leonard had handed me. I almost put it on, before I remembered I should at least wipe off some of the stickiness between my legs, and so I did. The dress fit loosely, once I finally had it on, but felt nice. Soft fabric, comfortable, light, airy. The swishing of the skirt was fun. I even managed a little twirl before Niagara Falls reminded me of their presence.

Right. It couldn’t just be me being a succubus. God, I hope I wasn’t smelling someone’s cum and it was affecting me. I had no intention of giving a random dude on the street a blowjob just because my succubus nature was forcing me to do so. I was, however, not opposed to giving one to a girl. Fuck, come on, dammit, woman--I--I mean dude, focus!

I walked out the door. It was evening, the sun was going down, and I hoped I wouldn’t encounter any of my neighbors. I followed the smell closely. It led me downstairs, right in front of Leonard’s door. Who would have thought he was doing something that was fucking up my life again. I knocked on the door, rubbing my thighs together in a futile attempt to ignore the now-annoying sensations. The second Leonard opened the door, I grabbed him by the collar and pulled him down to my level. Fuck I missed my height.

“What the fuck are you up to that I’m horny as all hell. What. Is. That. Smell.”

“O-oh it’s, uhm, mugwort and palo santo. Helps with dreams and clearing out negative energies.” He worriedly looked around, desperately trying to avoid my burning gaze of annoyance, so I let him go and gave him a quick shove.

“Well… extinguish it! Fast! And spray the place with stuff! Air freshener or something. I’m losing gallons of moisture due to your magic nonsense!” I huffed and crossed my arms, still rubbing my thighs together to try and stop my arousal. It still wasn’t helping. Luckily, though, the smell started disappearing, replaced by the smell of shitty ocean fragrance air freshener.

“You should, uhm, most likely pleasure yourself to relieve the remaining tension.” Leonard returned to the door, a small package wrapped in clear plastic in his hand.

“Okay but how do I do that with… what is that.” I pointed at the box. Leonard shrugged.

“A sealed in-box vibrator nobody has ever used. I think it might help.” He handed it to me, and I blushed hard. He probably couldn’t tell because of my skin color, though. “Oh, huh, so succubi blush blue. Good to know.” Shit. That’s too cute. Damn humanity establishing how you’re allowed to look and succubi being generally off the list.

“Sh-Shut up!” I stomped up the stairs, holding the box, and once I reached my apartment, I grabbed my phone, sending Leonard a quick ‘thank you’ text.

What followed is not something one discusses in polite company. Yes, I already described the sensation, but shushies, my story to tell. I could confirm one thing from the experience.

I much preferred the new equipment.