I'm not dead! Here's a new one.

Time’s up.

Jason, currently Jong Jia, felt the magic kindle and envelop her like a swallowing tide; surging, powerful, final. 

Sensation, strange and irresistible, ran over her skin.  She felt her breasts grow perkier, her skin smooth, artificial, control slipped past her and, in that arduous instant, fled every muscle in her body, once by one.  She felt herself falling backwards, and could do nothing to stop it.  It didn’t hurt when she landed, indeed, the sensation of her mass, still and inert, collapsing in a jumble, her borrowed skirt sliding up, her smooth and supple thighs flashed bear, her eyes wide open…

And then he… she… (it?) was still, perfectly immobile, on the floor of the supply closet.

Staring at the water-stained ceiling, he couldn’t help but think over what brought her here.  His girlfriend, Ai Wu, was the daughter of an enchantress… and a dabbler herself.  She was cute, funny, charming… he almost didn’t realize when they went from classmates to friends to boyfriend and girlfriend.  She noticed his fondness for Asian women, and never stopped teasing him about it… and then, one day, she offered him a taste of the experience from the other side.

It had been so embarrassing at first!  The first time, he refused to leave Ai’s room… but she dressed him up, did his makeup, took pictures, and teased her…  And then she said nothing about it once he changed back.  No, she waited for him to sheepishly ask to try it again, a week later, after he couldn’t get the feeling of being lithe, and pretty, with boobs and a pussy, out of his mind.  She agreed, but insisted this time they go outside.

Two weeks later, and Jason was feeling more like Jong Jia, even when he wasn’t turned into a girl.  Ai… felt hard to read.  She loved dressing Jong Jia up, and she loved teasing Jason about his new habit, but she felt like she was growing distant… like she wasn’t interested in Jason as a girlfriend.  So, last Friday, when Ai finished reshaping him and dressing her in a cute and girly outfit, she told Jong Jia (while brushing her soft black hair) that this time the spell was different.

It would last a full day and night, the longest she’d ever spent as Jong Jia, and Ai would be leaving her to her own devices… but, this would be the last time.  If she hooked up with someone, she could stay as Jong Jia, if she didn’t, he’d stay as Jason, and if she didn’t make it back before Saturday evening, well, then she’d become a doll.  Just a sex doll, inanimate, anonymous, a pretty feminine thing to be used.  She shooed Jong Jia off with a giggle, and Jason was panicking as she stumbled out, suddenly uncertain on her long legs and heels.

Well…

Being Jong Jia felt intoxicating… doubly so when she found her way to a frat party and she learned she got tips way faster as a girl.  People liked her.  Guys liked her.  Even more so once she found a headband with flirty bunny ears.  And… well, her heart a flutter, she had to find out what kissing felt like from this angle… and then a bit more… she hadn’t been ready to become Jong Jia forever, not yet, but… it felt so nice to be in a guy’s arms, to feel their attention, to have their manhood on her lips…

She lost track of time.  Between parties, adventures in private places, heavy petting, blow jobs, fingering… would that have been enough to erase Jason?  Ai had said something about memory changes… that she’d be whatever she wound up, and the world would consider her to have always been that…  But, as midnight approached, and Jong realized where she was, how she couldn’t get back to Ai in time… well, she made a quick excuse and ducked into the first private room she could find, a closet off of the dorm hall.

And now… Jong Jia, the sex doll, or whatever her owner would name her, could only wait…

It was difficult to think, here, by herself, subsumed by stillness.  The doll could think of its follies, what it should have done… but that seemed so unimportant now.  Instead, what few thoughts the Jong Doll could muster drifted towards the future, hoping whoever found it would use her, dress her, play with her… but how long would it take for someone to come into this room?