The Curse

Stephanie buried her head in her pillow, ignoring the persistent knocking at the front door.  She knew who it was: her boyfriend, Alex. She had watched from the window as his car pulled up, but she didn't want to talk to him.  She had already given him her excuses.  Now she just wanted to be left alone.

But the knocking kept coming.  She wished her Dad were home to send Alex away, but he was out of town on business-- she was on her own tonight.  For the first time since the curse had afflicted her five years ago, there would be no one guarding the door on the night of the full moon.  The thought scared her.

Welcome!

Over the past couple of years, I've posted a variety of short stories to DeviantArt and the Erotic Mind Control Story Archive.  I've also written a few stories that haven't seen the light of day, and several stories that are waiting, partially finished, for me to decide what to do with them.

Most of my stories are erotic, and all deal with the theme of transformation: in some cases, physical transformation, such as three college friends who find a magic wand that lets them bend their bodies to their will.  In other cases, mental transformation, such as the woman who finds herself slave to a high-tech collar.  And, in some cases, both.

Some stories are fantasy, others are science fiction; some take place in today's world, others take place in the past, or the future, or worlds that just don't quite map to our own.

And speaking of change, this page will probably change quite a bit as I experiment and figure out what I'm doing.

Hope you enjoy!

Wigging Out, Chapter 3: Send Me an Angela

The doorbell rang, and Laura, still stuck in her devil-girl persona thanks to Derek's carelessness, fidgeted with her clothes.  She was wearing a dark blouse and a black skirt that came down to just above her knees.  She would have rather worn pants, but that would have meant cutting a hole in the rear for her tail.  So instead, she wore the skirt—no panties—and let her tail hang loose.  Its barbed tip hung a foot below the skirt's hem, brushing her long red legs as she walked.

The doorbell rang again, and she called out, “I’m coming!”  She ran a hand through her hair, then grabbed her horns and wiggled, one last attempt to get the wig off her head.  But it didn’t budge, and she sighed.  She rubbed her hands- smooth and red, with dark fingernails- then reached for the doorknob.  “You have to promise not to freak out, all right?” she called.

"Freak out?  Why would I freak out?” came Angela’s voice from the other side of the door. 

Before Laura could reply, Angela opened the door from the other side and stepped in, bringing the two women face to face.

Rhona's Collar Training

This story was originally posted to the EMCSA on September 3, 2011.

"If anything goes wrong," Rhona said, looking up at him from the gurney, "I'm going to sue you for everything you've got."

Joe smiled at his girlfriend.  "It'll be great.  You'll wake up a new woman.  Trust me."

Rhona scowled at him, looking cute despite the fact that she was in one of her moods.  "I don't know why I should," she said.  Hell, we're not even in the United States!  You've put my life in the hands of Mexican health care.  My god, I've got a psycho for a boyfriend.  Why did I ever agree to this?"

Wigging Out, Chapter 2: The Devil's in the Details

This story was originally posted on DeviantArt on October 31, 2010.

Three days after the Halloween Party, Laura and Derek were still experimenting with different wigs.  They had long since moved past the clown wigs which had been so successful (both during and after the party), and now, in the darkness of Derek's apartment, they were having a little party of their own, just the two of them.  Derek was leaving on a two-week business trip starting the very next day, and so Laura had decided to make his last evening at home a memorable one.

She laughed as Derek spun her around, kicking an empty wine bottle out of the way as he did so.  He pinned her up against the wall, kissing her roughly.  She tossed her head back, moaning, then leaned forward and kissed his neck, gently poking his skin with her fangs.

Laura was wearing a wig with black-and-white streaks, and her smooth skin glistened snow white in the dim room.  Her lips were perfectly shaped and blood red, and her petite ears were lengthened, emerging from her hair and narrowing to a point about three inches up.  Two fangs peeked out from her mouth as she smiled and snuggled her nose against Derek's.

Wigging Out, Chapter 1: Clowning Around

This story was originally posted on DeviantArt on October 30, 2010.

The little wig shop was squeezed in between a dentist and an insurance agency, in an ordinary-looking brick strip mall.  Derek looked at it dubiously, squinting as he pulled the car into a parking spot.  "Are you sure this is a good idea?  I mean, this place hardly looks bigger than a closet."

Laura pushed a few wisps of blonde hair over her shoulder and turned to him.  They had been dating for three months, but her looks still made him do a double-take.  She had blue eyes, gorgeous skin, and the most beautiful lips he had ever seen.  The weather was unseasonably warm, and she wore a low-cut shirt that exposed a generous amount of cleavage. He tried not to stare too overtly at the swell of her breasts.

"All we need is a couple of silly wigs," she said.  "Besides, the party starts in three hours.  Let's just get what we need here, go home and change."

All the World's a Stage

This story was originally posted to DeviantArt on October 22, 2010.

"Come one, come all!  Step right up and see the greatest show this side of the River Greymyst!  One night only!  A performance you'll be tellin' your grandchildren about!  Magic, mystery, death-defying danger, and the greatest story the villages of the Longshore have ever heard or seen!"

Mari turned to her friend Petra, excitement in her eyes, as the grizzled but energetic barker shouted a few feet away.  "I can't believe the Marffers' Fair is finally here, in our tiny little town!  We really have to see this show.  My uncle in Passingdale says it was the best part of the whole fair."

"I don't know, Mari."  Petra gestured at the crowd around them with a gloved hand.  "There's so much to do here!"  She and Mari were both wearing beautiful dresses: elegant ruffled affairs with gloves, long stockings and tight corsets flattering their curves and pushing up their bosoms.  The two friends had already gotten several admiring glances from men both young and old, and a few envious glances from the women as well.  "Games to play, food to eat, boys to flirt with…."  Petra grinned, mischief flashing in her deep green eyes.  "I don't want to just sit inside on a bench and watch a show."

Rings of Change: Chapter 5

This story was originally posted to DeviantArt on April 27, 2010.

The day started far earlier than Meghan would have liked.  College students were supposed to sleep in until noon, not crawl out of bed at 4 am.  If it were just a simple class she needed to attend, she'd have slept until twenty minutes beforehand, thrown on some clothes and left.  As it was, she got up, took a shower, got dressed, and fastidiously did her hair and makeup-- much to her roommate's chagrin, judging by how she started tossing and turning.  Her roommate was a pretty Indian girl named Rana, who always seemed to be buried in studies… a lot like Meghan before she had met Renee, actually.  Meghan hadn't mentioned Delta Theta to her roomie yet.  She probably wouldn't care.

Meghan arrived at the sorority house about ten minutes early, just as the other pledges began arriving, too.  The girls all looked tired, and a few were clutching coffee cups, although most of them were too new to college to have developed a healthy caffeine habit yet.

When they were finally invited inside, Mara's face lit up in an ill-disguised evil grin at all the fresh meat… er, "aspiring sisters," as she carefully worded it in her welcoming speech.  As Mara took delight in painting a grim picture of the oncoming week, Meghan looked around at the other pledges, hoping to reassure herself that everyone else was as nervous as her.  She noticed Gina, the girl she had met the morning after the party, standing halfway across the room and cracking her knuckles nervously.  The butterflies in Meghan's stomach faded a bit.

Rings of Change: Chapter 4

This story was originally posted to DeviantArt on March 15, 2010.

Meghan shut the door to her room and kicked off her shoes.  The room was empty.  She had lucked out with the random roommate selection, and gotten someone who went home every weekend.  So she had the room to herself until the evening, which she was thankful for.

She groaned, rubbing her head and trying to ease the hangover.  She staggered over to her bed, and lay down on her back, staring at the ceiling.  Slowly her fingers drifted from her temples down to the metal band that circled her neck.  It felt perfectly natural; she could easily forget it was there.  It seemed to flex with her skin, and when she swallowed, it didn't get any tighter.

She reached up, and twisted the ring to the right, as Amanda had done, and felt a separation form along the middle of the metal band.  The ease of it took her by surprise, and her head fell off her neck onto the pillow.  "Oof!" she muttered.

Rings of Change: Chapter 3

This story was originally posted to DeviantArt on February 26, 2010.

Meghan woke up, and her head erupted in a blaze of pain.  She clenched her eyes shut, and tried to raise her hand up to her head, but when nothing happened, she remembered that she didn't have any hands.  She was still just a head, hips, and legs.

She tried to figure out where she was.  Her head was resting on its side, but she was laying on her front… she opened her eyes slowly, cautiously, trying not to let too much light in… she realized her head was comfortably nestled between another girl's breasts, and she looked up… the girl had brown hair and blue eyes, and was looking down at her, an amused grin on her face.  Meghan didn't recognize her.  "Oops," she said, "um, excuse me."

The girl chuckled.  "No problem.  You laying on top of me kept me warm last night."

Meghan tried to rise to a kneeling position, but her head erupted in pain again.  "Oog," she muttered.  "I think I drank too much last night."