“Oh my god, didn’t I tell you to take away his key!?”

We could hear a loud thud on the other side of the apartment, followed by your loud voice as you announced: “Good evening! I brought chips and beer!”

Katy Perry’s eyes opened wide and looked at me with an annoyed frown. She was in the middle of making me her bitch by pulling on my hair and kissing my neck before you interrupted us, and now she’s in the middle of putting on one of my loose shirts and a pair of leggings.

“Babe, I totally forgot…” I said, more disappointed than mad from you ruining our little fun moment. My girlfriend used Katy’s gorgeous face to scream at me: “It’s the third time this happens!!”

And I’m sure you heard that, too.

“Oh no, did I arrive at a bad moment? Wait, who’s with you, Ed?”

I realized that you didn’t recognize her voice, and I panicked.

“Change us back! He’s coming here!” I whispered as I got up from the bed and also picked up some of the clothes we left on the floor to try and cover my entirely naked female body.

“He shouldn’t even be here, dumbass.” She replied.

“I know, I know!! But do you really want him to discover our…”

We both looked at you as you peeked from the hallway.

“what. the. FUCK!?” You were left with your mouth agape as you looked at me and my girlfriend. She didn’t even try changing us back to normal, and so, I was left with me trying to cover my exposed huge boobs with my arms as I held up my shorts from falling down. A few moments ago I was enjoying the blissful feeling of having them squished and caressed, and now I was feeling embarrassed for even having them.

“Hi Max.” My girlfriend Stella, wearing the form of the beautiful Katy Perry, spoke to you. And of course, you didn’t know what to say.

“Ugh. What are you doing, Stella?” I asked her, shamefully wearing the barely clothed body of Billie Eillish. I knew you felt like you should be looking away. Or running away. It was obvious you shouldn’t be here! But also, two extremely sexy and very naked celebrities are hanging around in your best mate’s apartment. Of course you needed an explanation.

Stella was just looking at me, not really caring about you seeing her naked. It wasn’t her body, after all.

“Hope you guys have fun together.” She said in the most dry voice. "He brought beer and chips and all."

“Stella, stop being such a bitch.” I didn’t have the confidence to show off my borrowed body, so I still kept trying to cover it while turning back to you.

“Stella? Why did you… Where’s Ed? What’s happening here?” You looked around the place, as if making sure you had entered the right apartment.

I just sighed, then turned to Stella again: “Can’t you just wipe his memory and send him home? Why are you so okay with him knowing…”

“Well, it seems like you love him a lot more than me, so…” She replied.

“Stella. Stop!”

“Why are you acting as if you know me!? What kind of prank is this!?” You finally bursted, then my girlfriend ordered me:

“Explain it. Every single thing. Then you’ll get what you deserve.”

“Oh my gooood. Okaaaay!” I sighed again. “Max, close the door. Let me get dressed and then I’ll...”

“Nope! Now.” She interrupted me.

“Fuck. Sure. Hey Max.” I started again, thinking where to even begin.

“Hey M-Miss Eillish.” You replied, staring at everything that I am right now. And I sure couldn't blame you. I asked Stella for this body for a reason. "Let's get straight to the point: Stella is a witch."

Pleased with my straightforward comment, she did a little flicker of her fingers and her face magically changed from Katy's to hers.

"Hi Max." She said, right before turning back to her borrowed form. I guess she's planning something. 

"Oh my god…" You gasped in horror. 

"Yeah, I had the same reaction. I'm Ed, by the way." I expected her to change my face in the same way, but she didn't. I would have felt it. "Thing is, she once asked me to practice her transformation spells on me. I thought it was a joke, so I asked her to switch my gender. And well. We both loved the results a little bit too much.

And now we're here."

I gave an awkward smile. Stella was way less happy. I could see both of her hands fluttering about, so I knew she was preparing some kind of spell.

"I thought it wouldn't be hard to keep it a secret, but it seems this idiot I have for a boyfriend loves his stupid friend so much that he refuses to take his apartment's key even after we've been dating for months!"

"B-But how could I've know…" You stuttered, too shocked to think. 

"Ugh. Shut it. I seriously need a long break from you two." Stella brought her hands up.

"Hey! You're not doing magic on him! Stop it!" I yelled.

"Defending him? Putting him over my interests and privacy? You're unbelievable, little lady." Stella yelled to me.

"Can you stop that? Just change me back and…"

Her hands shined with pink light, and the whole room was engulfed in it.

"Max. Run!" I screamed.

"Where!? I can't see any-t-thing! Huh? My voice!?"

My skin tingled all over. A funny feeling extended towards my entire body, concentrating specifically on my chest, my face and my crotch. It's a transformation spell. I know it all too well.

The light receded and I saw you on the other side of the room. Stella was smirking, still with Katy Perry's face.

There was something very wrong with your eyes. Their grey-blue had turned into a bright brown. Their very size had become bigger, and I saw your bushy eyebrows slim down as their brown color darkened to a deep black. Their shape tilted inwards and delineated itself so stylishly, only to bring attention to your honestly beautiful new eyes.

There was no doubt in my mind. You were becoming a woman.

"Stella, you didn't have to do that. I bet just knowing you're a witch would hav-" I couldn't finish my sentence as I felt an intense pull on the front part of my body. It took me off balance.

"You're changing me back?" I spoke as I felt my shrinking breasts with my still delicate and smooth white hands.

"You fucking wish." Stella replied, turning to you.

"Hey! Why are you two staring at me like that? Did she… did she do something to me!? Is my new voice your doing, Stella?" 

There was something else wrong with the way you spoke. It wasn't just the higher pitch, and your swelling pinkish lips throwing me off

I knew there was some other detail. The way you emphasized some vowels…

A very unique flavor of a Spanish-esque accent.

"Can you stop looking at me? I'm scared!" You brought your hands to your face, and I saw you recoil in fear when your big manly hands made contact with your now beard-less smooth skin. There's so many little details to a gender transformation that are so complicated to explain, and yet, so easy to notice.

I could see it in your big, cute eyes. You also took notice on how your face had become smaller and rounder. Just by touching it all over.

"Páralo ya! Please!" You demanded. And that's when I finally placed your accent. As a spanish speaker myself, it was obvious:

"A cuban girl?" I asked, noticing my voice had also changed. But not into my normal one, just another kind of feminine.

"Hehe. Is that where she's from?" Stella asked with a smile.

"¡¿Cubana!? 

Wait. Did I just speak Spanish?" I couldn't deny your accent was adorable. It went so well with your eyes, your shrinked-out nose and your gorgeous lips. By now, your hair had also lost its brown tint to turn a deep black as it grew all over the sides of your face and into your shoulders.

"Max, there's no need to worry." I had to intervene before the changes took the most out of your sanity as you discovered them. "The language thing is new to me, too. But Stella always makes sure her spells are safe before using them on people. I swear it's going to be okay. And temporary, of course. She's just having fun, right babe?"

"Oh, you're not my babe right now, girl. You're just her bestie." She pointed to you. And that's when I recognized your face. It might be oddly attached to a tall man's body. But it's totally…

"ANA DE ARMAS!?" 

"Yeah! It's me. Hola!" You replied with a cute rehearsed smile. Then came to your senses: "STOP THAT."

"Oh my gosh, it's working better and faster than expected!" Stella remarked.

"You can't mess with his mind anymore!" I jumped to your defense. I was getting scared of the consequences.

"Calm down, you're going to be fine. What's the harm in trying a new spell to teach you a lesson, Emma?"

That name. Yeah. My name is Emma Stone. And Ana de Armas is a great friend of mine. Right?

…

"You're r-right. I'm overreacting." I said.

“Our little friend here should be glad she’s joining our fun!”

”Oh, me? Katy, what are you talking about? You’re coming to the show, too?” You spoke with such confidence, I had an itch on the back of my mind that was waiting for you to snap out of it, and maybe you would have if Stella didn’t play along to your implanted delusions.

“What show are you…” I tried to speak, but Stella put her delicate finger on my lips and said: “The Louis Vuitton showcase, Ana!” 

It was easy to see her magic influence on your body descending from your neck to your shoulders. It was pretty obvious when the top or your plain pullover changed its color to a deep black, and the fabric it was made of turned way silkier and shiny. Much more stylish, of course. If we’re going to a fashion show, we can’t be unfashionable ourselves! R-Right? 

You seemed awfully delighted by the changes, your head tilted down immediately once you heard where we were headed. You just had to check if you had the right outfit for the occasion. Stella’s new spell seemed strong. But your grip on the strange reality you were living was stronger: 

“Wait. ¿Qué está pasando aquí?” You said, watching as your pullover split itself in half, opening up to reveal a golden low cleavage dress attached to your bulky and hairy body.

“Stop this, you dirty witch!” You once again yelled to Stella. “Turn me back. I’m not going to a stupid fashion dance or whate-” 

We heard a loud crack. 

“Agh!” You cried in pain with your adorable high pitched squeal.

It was your spine curving itself. Getting ready for your entirely new body shape. 

“Emma, can you please calm your friend down? I have stuff to do… 

Have fun ladies, I’ll see you when I feel like it.”

Stella ordered me, and then walked out the bedroom with a loud door slam.

That horrible sound seemed to hit both of our ears with extreme intensity. It shouldn’t have been that loud! It should not have made us this dizzy! 

“Ugh. Emma, why are you not dressed like… at all?” You said this, but my attention was a bit more focused on how different the room looked from a second ago.

But I still looked down at myself, not knowing what to even expect. A lanky guy’s body in a comfy outfit? A gorgeous white lady with huge tits? Or just… M-Myself? 

I didn’t seem to fully recognize what I saw as mine. But I sure felt ashamed by having it all exposed! 

“Oh. My. God.” I shouted and turned myself around. I heard you giggle, probably because now I’m just showing you my naked butt, but that’s better than the alternative! 

“Wait. No. I was supposed to be naked. You interrupted me and Katy’s private session!”

“Uh, ¿disculpa?” I heard the genuine shock and incredulity in your voice, and it made me doubt. 

“M-Max…” I tried to speak as I turned around to you. Ana de Armas’ face felt like a roadblock. “Where is my friend Max!?” 

Maybe it was my enunciation beneath Emma Stone’s voice. But something within you realized I wasn’t who I looked like to be. 

“I’m right here, Emm--d. Ugh, what are these clothes!?” 

The black pullover had turned into a long blazer. Your pants vanished and your perfect shaved legs were in full show thanks to you only wearing the short dress underneath. I honestly thought you looked wonderful. I wanted to say a lovely compliment, or ask you where you got those gorgeous high heels, but… 

“Get me out of these fucking things!! I look ridiculous!” 

It was funny. Your accent never really went away. Actually. It was very cute.

“Oh my god, Max. I think Stella went too far, we need to get out of…”

“WHY ARE YOU NAKED!?”

“Can we stop talking about that? Both you and Ana keep bringing it up and it’s making me feel…”

Shame? But why should I feel anything but disgust and horror at this lean female body I’m not supposed to have? This is the first time Stella changed me without my consent, and now she just left? When will I ever go back to being myself!? I should be scared shitless! And yet… When I felt a sudden, tingly and warm sensation embrace me, I felt overjoyed. You were also feeling all of this, didn’t you!? Your mind must be a bigger mess than mine!

“Uh, I guess that’s better…” You said to me. “You’ve always loved women in suits.”

I checked myself again and I was indeed wearing a form fitting blue dress. I couldn’t deny it looked delightful and stylish. I felt great in it. But are these my thoughts or Emma’s? Were those compliments from Max or Ana? Maybe both at the same time? And he might not even realize!

“Hey! I don’t care how sexy we look. We need to change back… We need to…”

We were too focused on our outfits to notice how the room had expanded to almost ten times its size. The bed had vanished along with the carpet. A solid brown floor extended to the distance along a white runway. And then a hundred lamps turned on.

“ohmygosh. It’s starting!”

You giggled all excited and girly. And I can’t help but wonder how your attitude changed all of a sudden? The door Stella had closed was still there. And I was sure that if we opened it, we could escape her spell’s influence. But you were already sitting down and waiting for the show to start. 

I took a minute to look at you. The way you were sitting with your legs crossed. Smiling. Your legs were being covered with a high heeled black boot that reached almost to your knees. It seemed that every new piece of clothing had modified its respective part of your body so it could fit its best on you: Your dress slimmed down your waist and pushed out your butt and small boobs. Your blazer thinned out your arms. And the boots made your feet so much smaller and cute.

I could only wonder if you still had anything between your legs. But I guess you wouldn’t be sitting like that so comfortably if you still had anything male down there.

You looked so gorgeous and happy that I almost felt bad for disturbing you. But I just had to take us out of here before our minds are completely lost for who knows how long.

“You’re coming with me!” I said as I pulled your arm. You stumbled a bit on your heels, but quickly got the hang of them as we ran towards the door. I could feel Emma Stone wanting to stay here. I wanted to stay and watch the show with my lovely new bestie.

“Emma, what are you doing, what’s the rush!?”

“I don’t know. Ana, just trust me, we need to go towards…”

“Emma, you’re scaring me! Please!” I just wanted you to shut up. The more you spoke as Ana, saying what she wanted to say, the more I felt like I had to be Emma to please you.

“Ana! Emma! A picture please!” I heard this from a voice to our right  and I couldn’t help but smile. It was just second nature. You got out of my grasp and spoke: “Oh! Was this your plan? Being the first ones in front of the cameras?”

You immediately started posing and smiling at the crowd. I felt confused. Not sure why.

“Come on, Emma! They need pictures of us together!” Your voice was so endearing and made so much sense… I was still looking at the door.

And then. Between flashes, it opened.

“Girls, I know you love the attention but you’re in the model’s way.” A beautiful woman walked out from it. I felt like I knew her. Such a familiar face. I felt like I knew her name was…

“S-Stella.”

“Stephanie, dear. ” She corrected me. “And don’t make me call security, show’s about to start!”

I simply turned around in shame and you were already heading towards your seat. I posed for one last picture and got right behind you.

“I love these shows sooo much! I’m so glad you came with me, Emma!” My mind felt blank. But I couldn’t be rude to you, my best friend.

“It’s always a pleasure, Ana.”

The camera guys followed us, ignoring the fact that the show had already started. We were the center of attention here. And we sure loved it.