Season of The Witch: Chapter 1

So it’s been a little while since I last posted. So to make up for it I’m gonna be posting a few shorts as part of a five chapter story surrounding Halloween between now and the 31st. Here’s chapter one enjoy .
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October 31st, 1997

It was a dark and stormy Halloween and Trevor was a few drinks deep at his friend’s costume party. He had been striking out all night with the ladies but wasn’t particularly upset about it.

Without notice he had a tap on his shoulder, he turned around to see a guy dressed as the Phantom of The Opera.

“Yo bro how’s it hanging?”

Trevor was a bit buzzed, “Ah man pretty good, do I know you?”

“Nah man but I’ve noticed you messing up every attempt at getting a girl and I want to help.”

“Oh yeah?”

The Phantom handed him a camcorder.

“Look man I know for a fact that the girls here like to be scared but they also like bravery.”

“Right…”

“You know that old mansion down the road?”

“That… that abandoned one that’s in the woods?”

“The very same. If you go there and film yourself going in it you’re guaranteed to take one of these babes home.”

Trevor looked down at the camera, “I don’t know, this seems like a long shot.”

“Why not give it a try, it got me a girl in high school with that old mine on the otherside of town.”

Trevor looked up at him and nodded.

The Phantom smiled.

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Trevor was soaked as he looked at the door in front of him. It had been a little bit of a walk but he finally found the old mansion. 

He had heard about it but never seen it and it was a lot bigger than he expected.

After a little bit of fumbling he had the camera out and rolling and entered the house.

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He stepped into the main entrance and looked around. A large staircase was seen before him. The entire house was run down and covered in dust and cobwebs.

The door slammed shut behind him. He jumped and turned around.

Trevor grabbed at the door knob only to realize that it was wedged shut.

He turned back around and moved the camera up to his face.

“Just the storm.”

He flipped on the camera’s nightvision and walked down the hallway.

Trevor passed by various corridors and rooms all run down and dark.

“This ins’t so bad, it’s actually kinda cool.”

Almost as if by cue Trevor heard the sound of music being played on a piano ahead of him.

A rush of cold air blew across Trevor as he froze in place listening to the somber yet haunting music play. He began to shiver in his wet costume.

After a few moments he gathered the courage to continue on.

Every step took him closer to the eerie melody.

He turned a corner into a particulary destroyed room. The walls were bare and chipped, plywood covered old windows and door ways. It looked as if a fire had gutted the room many years prior. 

All that remained was a dirty old piano, a lantern with a lit candle on top of it, a pair of black pumps, and a black choker.

Trevor walked over towards the piano. As he approached he hoped it was an old timey self playing piano but become rather nervous when it was revealed to not be the case.

The keys played by themselves as the candle’s flame flickered on top of it.

Scared yet curious Trevor reached his hand forward to touch it when he was suddenly shoved up against the wall face pushed against it as if being held by some unseen hand.

The camera hit the floor and bounced away.

A faint voice yet powerful voice whispered in his ear, “Daring aren’t we?” The voice echoed after each sentence.

“Your bravery is to be commended but it will not excuse you from your fate.”

At this point Trevor was petrified with fear but managed to eek out a faint response, “What, what are you?”

“Don’t you mind that. It’s what you are, or rather what you will be, that’s important to me.”

“What?”

“Silence, I have waited too long for this. I was hoping for a woman but you will do.”

Without warning Trevor was hit with a wave of cold pain. He fell backwards from the wall onto the floor.

His wet costume felt like ice upon his skin, every inch of it brought stinging pain to him.

He frantically began ripping his costume off in an attempt at relief only to realize that doing so only partially helped.

He let out a yell of pain as his voice cracked and turn feminine.

He squirmed on the floor, his body morphing and changing.

The voice was now in his head, “Don’t mind me just making a few changes.”

“Stop this!” 

“Don’t fight it, it’ll only bring more pain.”

Trevor felt a swelling feeling in his chest. He looked down and saw his nipples begin to move away from his body forming two breasts.

“No! What are you doing!?”

The voice in his head responded but using Trevor this time, “I need a woman so I’m making one.”

Trevor let out moans of pain as he felt his stomach and ribs crack and shrink as his hips flared out.

He winced with pain as he turned his head to one side, “Please don’t do this!”

He opened his eyes and smiled as the voice once again took over, “I’ve been stuck in here for far too long and you’re what I need to get out!”

Trevor’s face contorted and bent becomming softer and girlier.

Perfectly straight brown hair shot out of his head falling around him.

Trevor was panicing now, he needed to find a way to stop this before it was to late.

He could feel himself fading, as if the voice was taking over everything about him.

As his arms and legs shed their hair and began to shrink and soften he mustered the strength to crawl over to a window with a loose board.

The piano played on but increased in speed.

“Oh no you don’t.”

Trevor felt his bare ass bulge out, it tingled in the cold air. 

The changes were now beginning to feel good. Pleasure overwhelmed him causing him to stop in his tracks and moan with pleasure.

Trevor laughed as he flipped over, all that was left was his cock which was now spewing semen.

“You’re going to want to see this part.”

Trevor moaned with pleasure as his cock began to shrink into himself until there was nothing left but a shaven vagina.

The orgasmic feeling began to subside as Trevor looked at his feminine body before him.

“Please, let me go. I can get you a girl! I can get you anyone you want! Just change me back!”

“Sorry Trevor, jobs done. All that’s left is to move on in!”

Trevor felt a shooting pain in his head. He moved his hands to his head.

He could feel his mind melding with that of the voice’s. Dark memories flooded in, pain and torture but that’s not what scared him the most. It was the memory of all the sex, all the times this entity had been fucked and how much Trevor was enjoying remembering them.

“Please don’t… I don’t want to be…”

“Yes you do, you already are”

“I… I already am.”

Trevor’s mind was becomming her’s and he no longer cared.

A flash of him riding a dick and she screamed with pleasure.

She laid on the cold floor smiling and rubbing herself all over. She sat up and looked around.

“It’s good to be back in a physical form. Thank you Trevor, I think I’ll go by Tanya to remember you!”

She stood up and walked over to the piano which was still playing its haunting tune.

Tanya reached over and grabbed the pumps slipping them on one at a time.

She glanced over at the candle seeing the choker and put it on and smiled as she slid her hands down her new body.

Tanya reached over and closed the lid which instantly stopped the tune.

“Time for some fun.”

She walked out of the room looking down at the camera.

“I guess in a way the camera worked eh Trevie?”

She giggled as she walked into the darkness.