Witch-Net Encounters: Prom Night

In one corner of the Multiverse,, two nerds go to prom, just not the way they expected.

"I still can't believe you did this" Derek, currently Denise, muttered as she stood next to her best friend, Jimmy. The short, busty and currently goth-punk chick nerd stared up at the lanky, bespectacled nerd that had gotten her into all of this. Ugh, she used to look DOWN at him!

"Well, um, y-you do look, um, really, really p-pretty?" Jimmy squeaked as the two took another step towards the tacky background where the couples photos were being taken by a bored looking college girl.

"Ugh. Shut UP! Last thing I need is for YOU to start drooling all over me!" Denise muttered, giving Jimmy a less than playful elbow to the side. But the nerd turned sexy goth couldn't help but feel her pale cheeks burning at the compliment. Weird crap like that had been happening all night every time the jocks had stared at her, or the shop kids, and even the handful of girls that she knew were gay.  Hell, this body of hers would have given HERSELF a raging boner...If she had still possessed it, that is. Full, jiggling boobs, an ass to die for and a husky voice behind a sexy as hell face...The only thing she actually hated about this alien body was her lame-ass haircut. But that was something else she blamed Jimmy for. But at least she could enjoy being, well, 'thicc'. It was a welcome change from being fat.

Less than a week ago, the two boys had been desperately trying to find a date to senior prom and, due to being at the bottom of the high school's social ladder, had completely failed. Jimmy, desperate for any kind of positive attention from the student population, had been desperate enough to chase down a lunchroom rumor about a website that sold magic spells. Jimmy had immediately called Derek and pulled him away from his video games, bombarding the more level headed and socially-apathetic teen about how this was their 'one chance' to be popular.

"You do what you need to do, bro" Derek had said. Just in his annoyed speed-read of the Ebay copycat website, the 'Prom Date spell' was just a print out of some funky language with blank boxes where whoever was 'casting' the spell was to write the name of who was being changed, and what they needed to look like. Say the words and poof, instant prom date, with 'reality alteration acclimatization' and everything, whatever that meant. It seemed like a scam but...Derek knew that Jimmy was desperate, and agreed to help. Derek wasn't going to that stupid school function regardless, but he wanted to help his friend feel better. And then he'd gone home, not realizing on his short walk that his life was about to change in a big way.

By the time he'd reached the front door of his house, Derek had noticed how much larger everything had gotten, and how much easier it was to make the short trip across the street, and how he was doing it without typically gasping for air lick he usually did. Derek thought it had just been adrenaline and the cool evening but as he reached for the front door...He noticed that his sausage fingers had vanished, replaced with a small, slender hand that was tipped by long, painted black nails. The new addition of breasts was a shock, but the overweight teen had gotten used to man-boobs, but the firm, perkiness of his breasts was a change from the lumpy masses that has been there before. Not to mention the fact that his skin was still pale...But now flawless, gone was the acne, the hair, the imperfections. Now it was just pale, smooth and clear skin covering every inch of his new, smaller, curvier body. Derek stumbled into his home, still staring at himself and had run head first into his mother, who he was once looked down at but was now actually just a tiny bit shorter than!

"Denise, there you are! Did you invite Jimmy over for dinner?" His mother asked, calling him a completely different and FEMALE name.

"I bet she was just over there kissing him! Or is it biting? Y'know, cuz you look like a vampire!" Came the nasally, bratty voice of Derek's younger brother from somewhere in the kitchen.

Indeed, ALL of reality had changed, and Derek was now Denise! Every picture the boy had been in was changed to show HER, even as a child! Her bedroom had gone from a smelly, gamer dungeon to a nice smelling, gothic chamber full of dark, lacey clothing! And Derek's video game collection was gone! Now taking it's place were far, far too many dark fantasy romance novels and a drawing tablet connected to a cheap retail computer! All of Derek's socials had changed to show this girl, Denise, living a much nicer life, one full of friends and much more active than he'd ever been...But the many pictures of her and Jimmy as a couple deeply disturbed her. Though they did make a cute couple...But that wasn't who HE was! The final big shock was the lack of hair. If the spell was supposed to make the target into the caster's 'dream girl', Derek had expected some Rapunzel like mess...Not this short pixie cut! Following dinner, the rest of the night was spent between angrily texting Jimmy and, well, doing what any teen boy would do in the situation; feel themselves up. And she had to admit, being a girl felt different, but not nearly as much as she thought it would be. By the time she went to sleep, if she didn't know things were not right...Denise might have assumed that nothing crazy had even happened at all!

The rest of the week Denise had avoided Jimmy as best as she could as she navigated her newly feminine life. It wasn't too hard, Denise was taking art now, French, and while she was initially excited about the girl's locker room during P.E...The mundaneness of it all had disappointed her. It wasn't nearly as mythical as movies made it out to be.

"A-after p-prom! The s-spell can only b-be removed a-after we go to p-prom together!" Jimmy had whined when Denise had pinned him against a wall of lockers, surprising herself at how strong her tiny frame actually was...But then again, Jimmy WAS a pushover.

"You better! Bad enough I have to spend five more days like this!" She'd hissed before suddenly pulling Jimmy off the lockers and giving him a quick hug. She'd fled in disgust afterwards and hadn't spent any time with her 'boyfriend' until he'd shown up at her door, obnoxiously pink corsage in his hands and a stupid, nervous grin on his face.

"R-ready?" He's stammered, and Denise was ready to get the night over  with, having dressed up in a rather fetching black dress that showed off her breasts and curves in all the right ways.T hen after a tense car ride in Denise's new car (as opposed to the truck Derek had drove), Denise and Jimmy were at prom and Denise suddenly had to deal with the fact that she really was darkly hawt. The stares, the flirty whispers, even here in the couples photo line. It made her clutch Jimmy's arm even tighter, and she wasn't entirely sure if it was out of fear. There was a intoxicating rush for the boy turned girl to not being the target of harassment, but rather of desire!  Finally it was their turn to get their picture taken, and Denise and Jimmy posed together, hand in hand in front of the cheap, student made backdrop. Despite herself and the fact that she had been the wrong gender for a week, she was having fun. But still, this was just temporary.

"You better change me back the moment we get home" Denise muttered between the photo flashes.

"Um, y-yeah! Of c-course!" Jimmy sputtered back. He hadn't told Denise that the Witch-Net site had locked him out after buying the spell, and that he had no way to get the reversal incantation. The gangly teen just hoped that Denise would understand.

They did, after all, make a really cute couple.