The tab released the bodysuit's mental nanoprobes, altering his mind to fit his body better. Without the zipper, not the tab, Damian was lost forever, replaced by Denise.

I had an uncontrollable urge to give him a blow job right there, in the kitchen. Something inside me knew exactly how to suck on his monster cock. I can't tell anyone about this, not who I've become, not what I've done, and especially not that I really want to do it again!

I felt like I was in the passenger seat as I felt up my own body, playing with my new tits, even sending my friend a video of my new self. Perhaps this is why he asked me to pick up his elixir, he knew that I'd be too tempted to try it, perhaps he wanted bitchy new friend to conspire with.

Pulling up to the manor, the transformation finished. Cassie ran her hands over her curvaceous body, thanked me for bringing her home, and offered a reward. As she led me inside, I forgot she was my friend Andrew; all that mattered was that she was now Cassie, mistress of the manor.

As we got closer, the magic transformed his body, removing his male features and replacing them with Cassie's. Andrew groaned in his seat as Cassie's massive tits and hips grew. All that remained were Andrew's eyes; he looked at me one last time before they changed, too, and Andrew was utterly gone.

Whilst driving to a party in the next town, I saw the sign for the manor and the temptation became too much to resist. I turned up the road, and almost immediately we entered the 2-mile zone of Andrews' curse. Andrew panicked and screamed at me, trying to stop us from approaching the manor.

Andrew lived with this curse for years, actively avoiding the manor house, but one night this week, whilst drunk, Andrew shared his secret with me, even showing me some selfies of his alter ego, Cassie. I became obsessed with Cassie very quickly, researching her, finding how promiscuous she was.

The later clips, though, showed Katy playing with the camera... she had found the camera, and she knew that I was watching, so she began torturing me. She knew my motivations for taking the elixir in the beginning, but now only she can enjoy the outcomes of the elixir.

Upon regaining consciousness the next day, I checked for the tracker and camera. The tracker had shown her going out to various nightclubs, followed by going to a house in the suburbs. Checking the camera, only caught a few clips of her touching up her makeup. I had forgotten how stunning she was.

As the wig settled on my head, my fears melted away. Why had I been worried? This is my body, and these clothes fit perfectly! My bestie arrived excitedly, as if seeing me for the first time. She mentioned a boyfriend, but that didn’t matter tonight; all that mattered was the party we were going to.

With every item of clothing that I donned, my body further adapted; the skirt widened my hips, the bra ballooned my chest, the shirt tightened my waist, and I had the body of a girl. I worried about what the final item would do, the wig.