Southside Struggles

In games and movies there are characters that never take the front stage at all. Literal background characters fill in the scene up as if people are really there. The story goes on, and none of these characters really do anything but shuffle around as to hold up in illusion.

In the story of Southside high, Roy McAllister was one of those background characters. A nerdy type of guy with glasses, short brown hair and a t-shirt with a movie references on it. DnD evenings, games, and good grades all around, he certainly wasn’t a part of the in-crowd. But he was comfortable, and had a good future ahead of him spending his days with his equally nerdy friends. Sometimes, Roy glanced at the peak of high-school life from a distance

The big guys, and the stunningly beautiful women that were at the very top of the food chain at Southside. Sometimes, Roy’s thoughts strayed to the football players, wondering what it would be like to be one of them, hanging out with…and banging the cheerleaders. Though those were only loose thoughts, idle fantasies. He scratched his nose, noticing that it seemed to be…somewhat loose today.

‘Odd…” He scratched it again, feeling it be somewhat loose. He just ignored it, going back to his idle daydreams before maths class started in 10 minutes.

He knew he’d never be one of them, and he accepted that. And he knew that he’d never have a chance at banging Belle Cain. She was as close to him as was the peak of Everrest. 

The wealthy woman had her blonde hair running down past her shoulders. A thin waist that emphasised her impressive assets in the front and back, and yet at the same time, the signs of a fitness fanatic who kept herself on top of the cheerleader team. 

Despite her bimbo-esque physique she wasn’t stupid or airheaded. She knew what she was doing, and she knew exactly where she was going. Her nickname in the school was “Queen Bee ” or, just the Queen for short, because she guarded her spot with a kind of jealousy and cruelty that not many girls dared to invoke.

To Roy, he occasionally glanced at her and wondered what it would be like to spend the night with her…or just straight up having rough, raw sex with her. He got a bit of a semi as he stared at her from across the room, though not enough for anyone to possibly notice.

And she stared right back, meeting his gaze. A smile crawled across her face.

“Shit.” he whispered under his breath, and turned to leave the room. He was not going to stir in the Queen’s business, so he just turned and left for maths class hoping that she’d forget about him. His friends usually called him NPC Roy because of how generic he looked, so he would just blend in the crowd heading out of the cafeteria.

Just before he turned the corner he glanced back. Belle Cain was following him. Belle Motherfucking Cain herself, with her eyes locked on him, gaining pace on him.

“Crap.” Roy increased his pace, taking the first left and right. He wasn’t going to run or cause a fuss, he was just going to leave, pretending as if he hadn’t stared at her before. He headed down the path to the DnD club, which lay in a more remote area of the school and grabbed the keys. In some sort of panicked motion he tried to  open the door but failed as she squirmed with the keys.

“Hey, you!” Belle walked up to him, closing the distance quickly. He’d never quite noticed it, but Belle was taller than him by at least 15 centimetres. She glanced down at him with an annoyed glare. “I saw you looking at me. I saw you.”

Roy glanced at her, deciding to play it nice. “Eh, yeah, I was staring around the room.”

“Yeah, no.” She leaned in. “You were staring at my tits weren’t you?”

“No.” He averted his gaze from the mounds that were now mere centimetres away from his face. 

“You want to see them?” Belle Cain looked at him and smiled. The Queen of school just offered to take him right to the cusp of Mount Everest. This had to be fake, no way in hell was that real!

“Excuse me?” Roy stuttered in utter disbelief.

“I asked, idiot, if you wanted to see my tits.”

Roy grasped some of his courage together. “Look, you’re the hottest girl in school, I’m just some guy, there is no way in hell that you’re interested in me. I don’t know what kind of prank you’re pulling, but I’m not interested.”

She glared at him in disbelief, for a moment, the conversation fell silent. Then she took him beyond Everest. With both hands she tugged at her shirt, lifting it up with one hand and with the other pulling her bra down. 

Roy got a good look for a few seconds, and it was like heaven to him. The impossible, the unreachable, right there. So big, and yet so soft. Then she put them away and smiled at him.

“So, are we going to stand around here, or are we going to bang?”

Like a puppy dog, he stared up at her with a big smile on his face. 

“For real?”

“Yeah, come along. Walk behind me, I don’t want anyone getting any ideas about us…but I’ll let you have your way with me.” 

He should’ve known better, but at this point, he could barely believe any of it. As if in a trance , he followed behind her, eyes alternating between the back of her head and the sway of  her ass. She was walking in such a way that it shifted from side to side with every step along with her hair. Roy couldn’t believe it..he just couldn’t believe it. At all. But still, he wasn’t going to say no to sex with the Queen. Ever. Under any condition.

She led him through half the school to a room he didn’t recognize. It was near the school’s sports complex, near the cheerleaders locker room.

Belle unlocked the door and stepped inside. She motioned at him to follow. He didn’t hesitate for a second. Belle followed up by stepping behind him and locking the door again. She closed the blinds and started to undress. Roy froze, his mind barely able to comprehend as the hottest girl in school showed herself. With a smug smile, she cupped her tits.

“So Roy, do you like what you see?”

“Yeah…can I touch?”

“Go ahead.” With an awe and wonder on his face he touched her body, feeling her tits and ass.

“You’ve become 18 now, Roy. Yesterday, wasn’t it?”

“Eh…yeah! How’d you know? And…how’d you even know my name?”

“I’ve been following you for a while. Waiting for the right moment to unlock your true potential.”

“What.” Roy glanced at her, his hands pulling back.

She leaned forward, grabbing his nose and pulling it tight. In a completely surreal way, it seemed to be extremely loose, stretching out to an unrealistic degree.

“What? W-what?”

“I never understood why young ones needed to be placed amongst humans, but oh well. They could have at least given you a better form than this.” Her hair seemed to rise up, moving more akin to two tentacles on each side of her head. “Let me set you free, Sidra.”

She grabbed the back of his head and began to tug. Like a prehensile tentacle her hair helped tugging. Roy panicked, but her strength was inhumane and impossible. His glasses were lifted off his face by one strand of hair and encapsulated within it.

Then, he could feel his skin part in and give way. She ripped off his face, tugging down while Belle’s hair stripped him of clothing. Altogether Roys skin peeled off on the ground with his clothes next to it. His screams of terror shifted pitch as Roys true form emerged.

Belle held Roys skin in her hands. Then she pointed at the dressing mirror on the right.

“See your true form, Sidra.”

Roy stared at the mirror. That couldn’t be right. Nope. That’s not right. Standing next to the Queen was a feminine alien figure. Purple skin, expressive white eyes and a form of light purple energy coalescing behind her as if it was her hair. Roy looked down at his form, seeing the boobs on his chest, feeling his new body. He even had a pussy…or was it she?

“How…h-how?” She glanced at the Queen.

“Technically, you are left in your sleeping form until age 20, but that’s a ridiculous rule. Welcome to your new life, Sidra. This is your true awakened form of the Temer’ala people.”

Sidra glanced at her, looking down at the skinsuit of Roy.

“I can’t be…an alien woman, I have been a man all my life!”

“Yeah, that confused me as well why your broodmother would choose to put you in such a form. Pathetic, really. You however, are an alien, a Temer’ala, and you have always been.” 

Sidra fell to her knees, heads on her head in a mix of shock and despair.  She was in a daze, lost in her own mind and didn’t realise what was going on. With a kind of unnatural elegance Belle began to get dressed in Roy’s skinsuit. With help from her hair holding certain parts in place, she slipped into the opening in the back. Her long elegant legs compressed down to his somewhat more chubby ones as her pussy disappeared behind Roy’s average looking cock. It quickly went full mast as she pulled the rest of his body up, slipping in both arms followed by her long blonde strands of hair working with both of Roy’s hands to tug his face over her own. As Roy’s face stretched and shifted, Belle’s hair slipped underneath the neck. 

The strand of hairs placed his glasses back on his face to complete the identity theft.

The brand new Roy looked down at the deeply distressed form of Sidra, smirked, and slapped her face with Roy’s cock. 

This shook Sidra from her shock, filling her form with outrage. She got up.

“Hey! THAT IS MINE!”

“No, this skin is mine now. If you want it back, you’ll have to do as I say, or your life as…Roy, pathetic as it is, will be forever lost.”

“Belle!”

“Belle?” Roy giggled. “Oh, she was just the skin I wore. My real name is Sudaella, and you are now my bitch, as humans so call it.” 

Sidra glanced at her old form with a kind of muted fury. The mane of energy behind her started shifting and sparkling irregularly, anger taking hold of her form quite physically.

“I am nobody’s bitch!”

“If you want, I can just destroy this skinsuit, forever destroying your life as…Roy. God, it really is surprising that you would want to go back to this…” He motioned at himself as he started to get dressed in Roy’s clothes.

“Here’s what you’ll do. When you touch a human, with your mane, you turn them into wearable skinsuits. Find one of the popular girls, ambush her, and take her form.”

“What?” By now, Sidra’s mane had stood upright, pointing forward at Roy with a kind of prehensile knowledge that reminded her of one of Doctor Octopus’s tentacles.

“That’s right, get used to your real body. Now, I’ll see you later.” She picked up Roy’s phone and unlocked the door. “The cheerleaders’ locker rooms are just outside of that door there.” . Just strike them with your mane, and wear their skin. And if you fail, I will make sure that this skin is forever destroyed…and more.” Roy glared at her down for a moment before closing the door and locking it.

Sidra stumbled, in a daze forward towards a chair where she sat down, heaving in deep breaths. “This can’t be happening this can’t be happening this can’t be happening…” 

She glanced into the mirror at her unknown alien form. The mane of purple ish energy waxing and waning forth. She directed it to rise, and so it did in a straight line over her head.

“So…this was like…her hair…that’s how she moved it.” As a test, she decided to have her mane strike. With a surprising speed it suddenly pierced forward, a good two metres from her body before it came down to a point. With a bit of practice, awkwardly trying to work it out, Sidra seemed to gain some control over the piercing motion.

With one hand, she touched it, feeling her tender, feminine fingers touch her mane that seemed to rest in her hands akin to a charmed snake.

She closed her eyes, resting, breathing calmly. Maybe when Roy opened his eyes again, he would be lying in bed, and all of this would be a dream.

Then he opened them..and looked down at Sidra’s form.

“Crap.” She sighed, yet now, she calmed down. “Okay, so…I AM an alien woman…but I’m also still Roy damn it! No one ever steals my skin and that’s final!”

But if anyone saw her, a panic would break out for sure. Sidra crossed through the room, leaning her ear against the door of the changing room. She picked up on not much noise, but someone was talking.

“….y’all………..darlin’, she was….”

“Southern drawl…wait, that must be Marie-Ann.” There was no mistaking the Southern girl’s twang. He’d seen her a few times performing with the other cheerleaders and even do a bit of singing.

Slowly, she opened the door a peek and looked out. She could hear the voice coming from the right side. Her mane reared back behind her head like a scorpion’s stinger, ready to strike. 

On her tiptoes, she stepped into the locker rooms, hiding in a corner.

“Aitherway, I gotta head out, cuz I gotta get dressed. Cheers!!” She hung up the phone and opened up her locker. Sidra stepped through to the changing room, zeroing in on the sound. She glanced around the corner to catch just a glimpse of her. Sidra leaned in further, moving in to strike. 

Marie-Ann could see something purple and weird moving in her peripheral vision. She turned to look, staring right down at Sidra’s form. 

There was no scream, but rather a moment of shock and surprise, consulting in her freezing. 

“NOW!” Sidra pointed at her and her mane started to pierce forward.

Marie-Ann tried to inhale to scream but the mystical beam of alien energy struck her square in the chest, taking her breath away. In a rather horrifying way, the mane pierced through her back before pulling back. Strangely, no wound appeared on her clothes or flesh. Her scream silenced before it could begin as she plummeted to the floor, her form deflating completely into a pile of skin

“Oh God! Ohgodohgod it worked!” Sidra cheered, and then the reality of the situation was in. By sheer luck, the girl was just on her own, and no one had spotted her alien self yet. Quickly, she ran forward and scooped up all of Marie-Ann’s possessions along with her empty, deflated skin and rushed back into Belle’s dressing room, shutting the door behind her and barricading it with a chair. She breathed heavily as she looked down at the skinsuit of the cheerleader.

She stripped it of its clothing, looking down at her figure that Roy would’ve never caught a single glimpse of naked. A very attractive thin figure, but still toned. Cheerleading was not an easy job, and it certainly required great discipline.  She was a redhead but her hair was so light it looked more orange than anything. Her skin was slightly tanned, and her chest looked to be a D cup. Marie-Ann’s waist was surprisingly thin, but not to Belle’s extreme.

“Okay…so, put it on…she put my skin on with…” As she muttered her mane reached down to the skin, it’s very tip turned from round to sharp as it cut open the skinsuit in the back, creating an opening.

“Oh! Thank…thank you?” Sidra turned to her mane. “Are you…alive…?”

It waved up and down. “Oh…oh my God! Can you talk?”

Now it shook itself from left to right. “Oh…but you’re…okay. Okay. Focus.” She panted, breathing for a moment. Her mane lifted up the skinsuit, spreading it open wide. “I just got to get this on, play her for a bit and get my skin back.” Her face hardened as she reached forward to pick up the skinsuit. With a sense of determination she moved to get it on, slipping in both legs. Her mane helped her get the rest of the skin on, pushing her hands in to Marie-Ann’s

“This is never going to fit, it’s…” THe feeling started to take hold. Her body shifting, merging and then becoming Marie-Ann’s. She could feel her waist thinning, her butt expanding further and even her chest expanding. 

“Is it going to…stop…” She tried  to push her chest back into place but Marie Ann’s breasts were a whole cup bigger than expected. As they took shape, their weight on her chest could be felt at all times and it felt really odd. Roy’s sensibilities kicked in, and soon she was groping and touching her new body with Marie-Ann’s hands. 

“So soft…it’s so soft. Oh my god.” She slapped her own ass, rubbing it and smiling. Then there was her pussy which seemed too sensitive. “Oh…Oh god…” A single touch seemed to rock her world. There was a poke on her shoulder. 

“Mmhm?” Her mane lifted up the face, with the back end split. “Oh…right!” She grabbed hold of the  mask, uneasy of it all, but she had come this far. Opening the back wide, her mane helped by lifting up the hair over herself.

“Thank you…I think. Focus, Roy, focus…just get through this!” He pushed his face forward and pulled the mask back. Sidra’s mane pulled underneath the back of the mask, closing the opening. Marie-Ann’s hair suddenly stood upright before falling back down in a neat fashion.

“Hot damn.” The girl’s southern tones emerged from her mouth. “Oh wow…” She went right back to touching herself and her form. All these tender, feminine feelings were so new to Roy, and at the same time, they felt disturbingly…normal. As if she had always been a woman…and he just knew what to do. Her long red hair continued to move around like the mane would until the long hair folded itself into place as it did normally. 

Marie Ann stared at her naked form in the mirror, starting to really penetrate herself while one hand groped her chest.

“It’s so…it’s so…IT’S SO GOOD!”  She rolled onto her back, her red-haired pussy squirting quite a load onto the floor while she shivered, her hair along with her.  At the same time, both breasts just suddenly began to lactate, leaking her milk all over herself. She lay on the carpet, squirming and continuing to finger herself until she was satisfied and happy.

And in the silence of the empty room, she could only hear her quiet breathing.

“If being a woman is like this…I could get used to this…” For a moment, she was satisfied, but then the realisation hit her. She couldn’t go back home to mom and dad. Or talk to the guys. Or sleep in his own bed…or play with his cat. 

“This stupid…alien bitch!” She bolted upright, her living hair splitting into two menacing looking spikes on both sides. “I am not letting her get away with this. I’ll play her game and then take her down.” She grabbed a nearby towel and cleaned herself up. Looking in the mirror at her hair still gave her an “anime-villain” like look.

“Could you please act like normal hair?”

Within a second, her hair retracted behind her head, folding itself up as if it had been well groomed. “Thank you.” With a final glance at her heaving chest she started to get dressed. Starting with the bra, she placed both cups on her breasts and felt her hair shift. It pulled the straps back and pulled them tight before settling back into place.

“Okay, that was easy.” She slipped into the black panties before continuing to get dressed in a rather skimpy outfit. Checking in the mirror, looking back at Roy was one of the prettiest cheerleaders there ever was. 

She pulled up Marie-Ann’s phone, looking at it. “Wait…what’s the code…?”

In a flash, she knew everything. Her mind connected with Marie-Ann’s memories, and soon she knew everything there was to know about it. Even her mannerisms changed, the way she moved. Yet underneath that southern cheerleader was Roy, not Sidra. 

She made a fist. “Okay, now let’s get her!” Marie-Ann gathered her things and her purse and stepped through the dressing room. Up ahead, she saw another one of the cheerleaders, Penny in the middle of dressing up. She was currently leaning over to pick something off the ground giving Marie-Ann a full uncensored view of her ass. The sexless nerd within Marie-Ann got a good look, smiling at the thing that he only could dream of.  And now he saw full female nudity twice in the same day. He even had a pair of tits now permanently within touching reach!

Penny looked around, glancing at her, and nodded. “Hey Marie-Ann. You doing alright?”

“Yeah. I’m fine.” She lied. “Gotta go.” She turned around and walked onto the halls of Southside. Marie-Ann looked around her, meeting people’s glances. Whereas Roy was pretty much invisible now, she could feel quite a few stares going her way…mainly at her ass and tits. It was uneasy and uncomfortable, and at the first opportunity she ducked into a men’s bathroom. She almost walked in when she realised her mistake, quickly heading into the women’s bathroom. 

For Roy/Sidra/Marie-Ann, it was still uncomfortable to walk around in the women’s bathroom. It just felt…not right to him. Her. Him. Herm? Marie-Ann shook her head, leaning in over a sink as she splashed cold water on her face.

“Who am I?” She glanced into the mirror, tugging at her face to see it shape and shift. The further she pulled her cheek, the more she could see the strange, dark purple alien eyes of her true form. A sense of despair and panic hit her before a sense of righteous anger took over.

“Fuck her. I am not going to bow down to some alien bitch.” She slammed her fist onto the countertop with a loud crack.

“Ouch…I…I should go.”

Marie-Ann quickly left the room and headed back to where he saw the Queen last. She facepalmed, realising that she should be looking for Roy instead. It was a surreal experience to walk around as a cheerleader, and yet, everything felt extremely..normal…and natural.

That was the scariest part of this all to her. She really was…an alien woman, even though Roy struggled to think of himself like that. So lost in thoughts that she didn’t quite see what happened until someone tapped her on the shoulder. Marie-Ann turned around to look right at the Queen herself.

“You.”

“Oh yes, it is me.” She answered with the smuggest smile possible.  “Come on, Marie-Ann. We’ve got to talk about…cheerleader things. In private.”

“Where’s my skin?”

“Best not to draw attention, fool. There’s consequences much bigger than me if your true identity leaks… now follow me.” 

SIlently fuming, Marie-Ann followed her tormentor back to Belle’s dressing room. This time, she locked both doors and closed the blinds. She sat down in a nearby chair, looking at the Southern redhead that was silently fuming at her.

“So, tell me, how does it feel to be enlightened about your own superiority?”

“My own superiority?”

“Humans are…so weak. I just walked up to this humanoid’s house as her mother, and took her out the moment she turned her back on me in private. You are blessed, a part of a far greater race than just humans.”

She had to know more. Reluctantly she sat down opposite her.

“The…our species. What are we? The Temeralli?”

“Temer’ala. Our kind is from another planet, and I may tell you…in due time. If you behave. But tell me, Sidra, do you not feel so much greater than your former self?”

“If we’re so great, why are you hiding out as some cheerleader and not as your true self?”

Belle huffed in response. “Hmmph. Like I said, there are serious consequences for the truth coming out on earth. If you wish to remain on this planet, you must live among them pretending as if you are one of them.” Her hair rose up around her back before circling around and seemingly striking herself in the back of her head. Her face started to crumple, as her hair pulled itself down before a mane of energy, coloured light blue merged from within. Underneath was a pretty face of an alien woman, looking somewhat like Sidra except coloured different. 

“Behold, my true form. Much better than this…Belle, person don’t you think?” 

Marie Ann looked at her as her mane slipped back into Belle’s hair and helped restore her face without the cheerleader ever moving her hands

“So, I’ve done as you asked of me. I took over this cheerleader. So, now I want my body back, and I want you to leave. Leave this school, and leave earth too while you’re at it, alien.”

She just laughed at him. “By the Sun and the Stars, are you really that naive? One and done? I’m only just getting started on introducing you to just how much you have. Kneel before me, and maybe I’ll consider giving your skin back.” 

Sidra, or Roy, or Marie-Ann still was in the middle of barely coming to terms with what was going on. But mentally, he still considered himself to be a man. And though he was a big nerd, he knew how to deal with people like this when it came down to it. He wasn’t going to let some Alien bitch bully him forever.

Marie-Ann stood up and approached Belle.

“So, your next assignment is..” With all her might, Marie-Ann punched her across the cheek. Belle flinched backwards for a moment, staring at her in disbelief.

“You DARE TO…” Marie-Ann lunged at her, delivering another punch to her face that caused Belle’s face to distort and shift in an ugly fashion. In a fit of rage Marie-Ann rolled on top of her and began punching her in the face. With every hit, Belle’s face seemed to shift freakishly to the side before restoring itself. Sparkles of a light blue energy emerged in the cheerleader’s eyes as her face turned to pure hatred.

“GIVE ME MY BODY BACK GIVE IT BACK!” Belle’s long blonde hairs blocked the next blow, showing surprising strength before Belle’s eyes began to flare up in a bright blue colour. AN aura encased her arms, and she touched her opponent. A shock of energy seemed to grab hold of Marie-Ann and pushed her off her, sending her flying backwards for a metre or two.

Her figure ruined, the Queen stood up, eyes and hands flaring with this strange energy while her makeup and clothes were ruined.

‘That…was your last transgression. One more bit of resistance to my wisdom, and I will make sure you will never be Roy again. Never, ever NEVER! AM I CLEAR!”

Marie-Ann looked shell shocked as she slowly crawled up to her feet.

“Now bow before me, slut!”

Slowly and much against her will, she bowed down.

“Good girl. Now, since you want to be a man, let me offer you something much, much better than Roy. Let me help you become the person you’ve always wanted to be.” 

Inwardly, Roy resolved to wait for the right moment to strike and take her down. Right now, he didn’t have enough leverage…or information to strike

“Clean yourself up, we’re leaving.” Belle re-adjusted her face, letting her nose fall into place, unaffected by the several hard punches delivered to it.

“Where are we going?”

“This bitch’s house. I’ve got a gift for you. I was going to use it myself…but now…it’s for you.”

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The two cheerleaders left the school and got in Belle’s car. Without saying a word, they drove off to her apartment. After Belle let Marie-Ann in, she locked the door behind her.

“When I decided to take this human as my form I didn’t just take her mother and herself. Her boyfriend happened to be around at the time…and it wasn’t like he could put up much resistance.”

“Think about it, Roy.” For the first time she used his original name. “You could be the biggest man imaginable. The very man at the peak of humanity. Jason Mackerson.” With a smug look on her face she lifted up a skinsuit of a familiar figure. Whereas she was the Queen, he was the king. 

Even taller than the Queen herself, was a short brown-haired fitness enthusiast who was well on his way to building up his muscular form. He was completely naked, giving Marie-Ann a good look of his sizable cock, hanging deflated and limp from his crotch.

“Haven’t you always wanted to be an alpha male, Roy? Be the King that bangs the Queen? Just don’t get any illusions again that any kind of physical strength can overcome my powers  and i will give you everything you want.”

Marie-Ann looked hesitant, yet at the same time tempted by the idea.

“Get it on, then tell me what you think.”

She traced a glowing finger across Jason’s backside, the hollow skin cutting in two across the fingers path.

“Don’t keep me waiting, “darling.” “

“Should I take her off first?”

“Who cares about her, just get it on.”

Marie-Ann picked up the suit. As paradoxically natural it felt to be a woman, the urge to become a man once again was just too great. The athletic cheerleader pulled open the seam, beginning by slipping in her legs. The moment her feet touched the skinsuit a kind of tingle shot up from her legs as the skinsuit compressed itself around her, the masculine legs turning female for just a moment before starting to expand into muscular and manly thighs.

Her hair held up some of the suit as she shifted herself into the suit. Her pussy made contact with the warm insides of the suit and it started pushing forward. She could feel it flatten out and extend until the familiar feeling of a penis took hold. Yet Jason’s dick was much bigger than Roy’s, its shaft lifting up immediately going rock hard.

With Marie-Ann’s hands Sidra touched her new cock and it felt amazing. So much more sensitive than Roys for sure. Belle approached, and with one hand on Jason’s cock, she began to stroke.

“I’ve been Roy, and this is much better than him. Let me help you. With Belle’s hands and her hair in two strands she started to put the rest of her boyfriend on, the muscular, hairy chest, and Marie-Ann’s hands slipped into Jason’s as his body started to truly reform. Belle reached over and pulled the mask over his face. Marie Ann’s red hair disappearing under Jason’s short black hair. All of it feeling once again, paradoxically normal to Roy/Sidra/Marie-Ann/Jason. As if it had always been normal just to change shape and slip into a different form.

Belle pulled her restored boyfriend along to their bedroom, the male figure still trying to grasp what was happening. She placed him in front of the mirror and slapped his ass.

“Look at that. Look at you…the alpha man.” The way she moved around him, showing off his impressive masculine body to him. “Flex your muscles, big man.” As he did, he could see the bulge appear. 

“Who needs Roy? I need Jason…I need my boyfriend.” She ripped open her shirt with strange unnatural strength, to reveal her chest. She stepped out of her jeans, showing him her full self as one strand of her hair wrapped around his cock, beginning to stroke it for a moment until her hand took over. 

“Isn’t this what you’ve always dreamed of?” She leaned in and kissed him, his arousal now blatantly obvious. A bit of hesitation later he was all over her, feeling and touching her incredibly hot body as she started to give him a tender handjob.

“Yes…yes! Take me, Jason, lift me up and place me on the bed.” He complied, finding just how easy it was to lift her with his brand new muscular arms as he placed her down on the bed. She lay on her back, spreading her legs wide and baring her finely shaven pussy before him.

A bit awkward at first he pushed his cock into her, sliding his length into it and exhaling.

“There’s perks to being my Jason, love…like as much sex as you’d like! On top of being the biggest man in Southside, I’ll give you the best life you can possibly imagine…” The smile on her face though, was quite off putting to Jason. It was hard to place, and it was hard to focus as he was really getting into his first time ever having sex. It was a bit messy, and smelly, but it felt great! He was really starting to adore his new form, and these opportunities. For the moment he pushed through his doubts on everything away. Leaning in to grasp Belle’s chest and start rubbing her titties all over the place.

“Good boy! Good! Take me, make me…nngh, yours! All yours!”

With a big smile on his face he continued to bang her, sliding in and out of her. It was a bit awkward, but that feeling faded as more and more of Jason’s memories and mannerisms seemed to slip in. By the end, he was all in, dedicated to pleasuring his new girlfriend and getting his kicks at the same time.

Finally, he came,shooting his load inside her. The feeling was a thousand times better than masturbating to him. Was it his new form? Was it banging the hottest chick in school? Roy couldn’t say, but he loved it. A lot of his inhibitions, doubts and anger seemed to fade, exiting his body along with a torrent of cum into his girlfriend’s pussy. He roared, continuing to jackhammer Belle who continued to lay there with a very smug smile on her face. 

Slowly, Jason seemed to come off his high, pulling out and stepping back. His eyes fell on a nearby mirror, glancing all over at the strong alpha male looking back at him.

This was what he had always wanted and dreamed of. As idle, loose fantasies…and now it was a reality. He looked back at the naked cheerleader, the living impossible, unreachable woman, and smiled.

“Okay. What’s next?”

 Slowly, she nodded.

“Well, Jason…today has been far more exhausting than I expected. Let’s just rest…there will be much to do tomorrow…” Eagerly, he crawled into bed next to her one hand on her breasts as he felt her warmth. This was totally worth it…this was all he’d ever wanted.

And then he looked into her eyes.

And now that he was up close, he noticed that she looked completely unhinged, beyond insane. Her face was off, her smile was off…it was all wrong. 

He needed to get the hell out of dodge, but how could he do that without having his own body to go back to…

She picked up on his concern.

“Oh, don’t you worry, Jason. Don’t worry about anything, I’ll take good care of you.”

Jason rolled onto his back, looking up in the mirror, thinking about today’s events.

Maybe, maybe it was  just all a dream. Had to be. He wasn’t Jason, and he wasn’t Marie Ann, and he sure as hell was NOT an alien woman named Sidra. He was Roy McAllister, and none of this could be real. He was going to sleep, and awake in his bed, and everything was going to be back to normal. The fever dream would end, and be nothing but a memory.

“Good night.” He closed his eyes and drifted off ,a level of mental exhaustion quickly overtaking his body.

‘Good night..servant…”