Sure, why not. Not as if this thing will cause me harm…i hope…

Scoffing for going along with it, you braced yourself for anything that could happen as you held out the stick gingerly at the tip of two fingers as you lit your lighter, bringing it up to the flimsy wood.

According to what you could glean from the letter, you had to visualize your ideal girl in your mind as you set fire to it. But just as you’re about to shut your eyes and focus, you glimpse the doujin mag lying open in your locker, the cover printed over with scantily clad anime women posed suggestively.

Distracted, you forget the hand holding the lighter, the flame still steadily burning as you bring it up to the stick unconsciously. By the time you hear the sizzling sounds of wood burning up, it's too late.

You can only hope the letter and its contents were nothing more than an elaborate prank as you watch the last cinders of the stick burn up into nothingness, not even a single hint of its existence left behind.

Closing up your locker and stuffing the hentai mag into your bag, you turn your head as you hear the steadily growing sounds of footsteps headed in your direction, the shadow of someone growing larger as they get closer.

You waited for a moment, looking toward the direction of the approaching stranger, half expecting to find a prostitute or something but as the shadows outline grew clearer, you knew that wasn't the case, sighing in relief.

Timothy turns the corner as he peeked in with his usual stern look of annoyance, looks like you'd kept him waiting for nothing.

“You alright there? The heck's taking you so long?”

Sighing, you pocket the lighter before shutting your locker, slinging your bag lazily over your shoulder as you go to meet your friend, the letter all but forgotten at this point as it remains in the darkness of your locker.

Yep…all good, just got pranked or something. Sorry for the delay…

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You frowned as you exited the school, listening to Thomas as he told you all about his afternoon practice session for the upcoming inter-school competition, giving minor acknowledgement as you sneak glances at him, noticing something strange when you were putting on your shoes back at the foyer.

He was part of the baseball team and one of their aces wasn't he? You definitely could’ve sworn his feet were too pudgy and lean from what little you saw earlier as he slipped his running shoes into his locker, the familiar image of his toughened calves and calloused feet still fresh in your mind.

And what was with his skin today? The tanned athlete looked rather pale today, only emphasized further as he stepped into the shade of the trees lining the sidewalk, his ghostly visage standing out in the dim lighting. Had he just got his tan fixed and you just didn't notice? It couldn't be it...especially when you noticed the sickly pallor of his skin beginning to gain a waxy yellow hue, looking unusually...shiny…like he’d just run two miles in 10 minutes.

Taking his shoulder, you lean in to interrupt his rambling about the latest gossip about rock bands and idols, having lost interest at this point. What was he, some sortof dumb highschool girl?

Hey uhh, you feel alright today? You look kinda...sick, and when did you start listening to that K-pop crap man?

Stopping in his tracks as he turned to face you, Timothy turned to look at you with wide, angry eyes as if he’d just been insulted…unusually wide eyes, you stared in bewilderment as they shifted across his face, the bandage on his nose disintegrating to reveal a tiny nose above softer lips lacking any facial hair. Ignoring the words coming out of the moving pink lines as you stare at his almond shaped eyes, the dull black pupils filling with a mesmerizing bronze as he puts on a frown, thinner brows and refined lashes lending to a cute pout as he hits you with a quick jab on the arm to get your attention.

Strangely, the attack barely nudged you forward. For a star athlete on the baseball team, a swing of his arms at that speed would've sent you flying, but the hit had barely done much besides jolt you awake from your daydream. You realize why however, as you look down at the scrawny, slender limb gripped tight around your own as muscle regressed, replaced by a lean layer of fat and flesh...before the manicured nails grazing your arm begin to pierce deep into you like razors, the pain jolting you into focus again, finally hearing Thomas' voice once more.

Gah! Alright I'm sorry! What is it?

"Did you even hear what I was talkin' about? You were, like, dozing off and stuff!"

Rubbing your stinging arm, you freeze as you hear the ditzy way Thomas spoke to you along with the husky, yet definitely feminine voice, eyes scanning him as more changes assault his already drastically altered form, his posture shifting to accommodate the physical changes assaulting him; legs spread apart as a very visible bulge presses up against the tightening pants, hands on widening hips that stick out to one side, a slender torso with nubs slowly coming to life under the warping fabric before he fell silent, frozen mid stance with his golden brown eyes turning dark and empty.

Uhh Thomas? You there? Thomas?

The complaints streaming from Thomas’ mouth were silenced as his mind began to flow with new information and thought processes, an invisible force pulling the plugs on the ordinary schoolgirl that was to be Thomas’ fate as the Cupid’s magic began to corrupt and twist, the form of a sex crazed whore brooding deep inside his mind, spreading its influence and changing its host’s body further than the Cupid’s magic had originally intended to, brown hair already beginning to dye itself a dirty blonde as it reaced out to his shrinking shoulders in silky locks.

You back away as you watch your former friend's pants begin to crawl up his legs, revealing the two hairless, slender poles beneath, accentuated by curvy layers of soft flesh beneath radiant skin that jiggled slightly with each step. Like a tease, the retreating fabric reformed themselves right above his...or rather her knees as you saw the flimsy skirt flutter in the wind, showing off a tiny pair of pink panties barely concealing the dripping wet slit that had consumed the meaty rod, staining the fabric wet with liquid as a loud, unrestrained moan of pleasure escaped from the drooling lips adorning the foreign face atop a lean neckline, the bulge of the Adam’s Apple that was there before long forgotten.

Even unconscious, Thomas’ new body was so sensitive it couldn't help but react on reflex, pitching your own tent as you heard the struggled moan escape her lips, the emotionless eyes watching you in need as her brow turned downwards in a look of uncertainty bordering between fear and lust as the last remnants of Thomas are snuffed out inside. Memories of playing games with you and practicing with the baseball club distorted into vivid scenes of being pressed up against a back alley, something long and hard thrusting into her from the rear as she screamed in joy. By the end of it, that was all she had on her empty head, blissfully ignorant of what she'd just lost.

You still couldn’t believe it but the letter was true after all, the Valentine's spell was probably botched when you were distracted while casting it, leaving you wondering for a moment how things would’ve gone if you had followed the ritual to the letter.

Watching the former boy’s uniform finally transfigure itself into an altered set for the opposite gender, you had no idea what to do as you saw all vestiges of Thomas dissipate from the young girl before you, her heaving breasts pushing out against the sleeveless girls shirt tied securely to her torso as they reached an impressive cup size bordering E’s as the newly formed pink bra shone through the thin fabric of the makeshift top, leaving her toned midriff exposed as you noticed a heart shaped piercing embedded in her belly button, the muscled flesh around it bulging with activity as a warm set of brand new sexual organs manifested themselves, although you were definitely sure those muscles weren’t from training, unable to take your eyes off the way they rose and fell with each breath, the pale yellow skin blushing with heat.

“Like what you see babe?”

By the time you had made eye contact again with the busty young girl who said those words, she was on to you as she shoved you back against the wall, her pillowy breasts pressing up against your chest as you felt her rock hard nipples dig in through the clothes, a lean leg stuck between yours as you felt her warm thighs rub up against your cock, teasing you with gentle rubs as you felt her wet snatch begin to stain your pants.

B-but what about the m-m-movie?! Wait, we need to fix this Thomas, oh god i’m so so-

Shushing you as she shoved her face up to yours, you were overwhelmed by the heavy musk of makeup and cigarettes as she forced her tongue down your mouth in your moment of weakness, overpowering you in an instant as you surrendered yourself to her touch. The soft grunts you make in protest are drowned out by her needy moans and muffled grunts as she rubbed her soft hands over your crotch and face, unzipping your pants as your dick flops out.

After what felt like hours, Thomas…or the chick he had become, lifted her face away from yours, tongue lolling seductively as she looked you in the eyes with half opened eyes, hot steamy breaths escaping from her mouth as sweat and drool pooled in her cleavage, sweaty clothes clinging to her aching body as she remained latched on to you, raising an arm to her face as she stuck a cum covered finger into her mouth, moaning in adoration at the taste of your spunk, you hadn't even realized you came in the moment of her passionate kiss. Licking up the last trace of white, she smacked her lips before leaning up close to you again.

“The fuck you talking about? We were like, gonna have sex? Don’t you remember?”

As she spoke those words, reality seemed to spin upside down as the wall behind you vanished, sending you tumbling to the floor of a gaudy looking bedroom as the girl fell back onto the waiting bed while flicking her short cut head of dirty platinum blonde hair with a hand, raising her stocking covered legs and spreading them apart to reveal her twitching snatch, the sputtering gash between her thick thighs begging to be filled as you felt her squirt a load over your now naked body as she stared down at you.

“C’mon! Stick it in me already!”

Pushing the ignorant girl over back onto the bed as you rose to your feet, a sudden rush of anger in your chest as you gripped her neck roughly while she squirmed under your grip, thoughts of dominance over the mewling pet before you drowning out your rational mind as you disregard your own uncertainty over why your arms seemed more muscular than before, and why you’d thought of your best friend as nothing more than a cheap lay.

Because that's exactly what she is…

Without another word, you rip off her skirt before thrusting your hips roughly against waiting snatch of the helpless girl laid out in front of you, all worries and grief about losing your best friend gone with the wind as you lost yourself to the bliss of carnal indulgence, bathing in the sensation of having your dick wrapped up tight by her warm loving folds as her innards squeezed harder and harder with each thrust, her top coming loose as her bouncing melons shake off her clothes and lacey, pink bra.

Leaning up with her flexible body for a kiss, you obliged your dolls request for love as you lean in close, wrapping a large hand around her soft cheeks as you took her into a long, drawn out kiss, eyes rolled back into her head as you continued to fuck her, the steady sounds of the creaking bed accompanied by her muffled cries in the wee hours of the night in the seedy love hotel.

As far as anyone knew, you and your friend no longer existed, the ace on the baseball team replaced with another, less competent fellow. Instead, Thomas’ place in reality had been warped into that of another student, well known in both the school and in the seedy parts of town as a dirty girl who would spread her legs for anyone if the price was right. The young minx known as Tiffany.

That is until recently, when a certain business man had bought her services entirely to himself when he’d first laid eyes on her, with enough money for her to willingly drop out of school in the blink of an eye. Disdained, her parents had disowned their disgrace of a child, unwilling to put with a skank of a daughter who came home everyday reeking of sex. Not a beast, you had rented out a room in a certain apartment for her, on the condition that she’d be your sex slave for the rest of her life, a trophy wife in a way, despite the moderate age gap.

But so far, the deal had been positively received on both sides; Tiffany now had a flat of her own and the both of you got to enjoy a night’s worth of pleasure together, occasionally bringing her out for a date or two on the weekends and ending with a stop at some dingy love hotel when Tiffany tended to get frisky. No one could understand the relationship the two of you held with one another; a special bond that could only truly be cherished between you and Tiffany.

A drawn out moan of ecstasy breaks you out of your daze,emptying your load deep into the struggling girl still wrapped in your arms before you knew it as she parted her lips from yours, a satisfied look on her weary face.

“That was soooo good…”

Leaving a hand behind her soft head of hair as you lay her gently back onto the bed, you watch as she falls unconscious on the soft sheets, her curvaceous body twitching in the aftermath. As flexible as she was, you weren’t so reckless as to break your precious plaything by letting her fall like that.

But as your gaze scans her perfect body; from her slanted eyes to her magnificent bust, your eyes lingered at the sigh of your own semen oozing out of her cunt in a steady stream, you wondered what would change if she ever got pregnant. Would she be receptive to the idea of being a mother? Would you be a capable father? Whatever the case,you shook away those thoughts as you headed off to the shower. You would cross that bridge when the time came, pecking Tiffany on the cheeks with a kiss before you stomped off to the back, preparing to head to bed after a nice, warm shower.

In a neighboring apartment, a figure watched on in disbelief as the awkward couple parted ways, while he couldn’t deny the act in front of him as Love of some form, he found it hard to believe a stressed out businessman and a ditzy highschooler-turned-prostitute would ever make a good pairing, but then again, Love always blossomed in strange places. Whether corrupt or pure, Cupid’s gaze always fell on the right people.

Turning around to exit the abandoned flat, the figure went on his way into town, prepared to hand out the last few letters before the day ended…

THE END