Moonlight madness
It started with a kiss—hot, desperate, and laced with something darker than desire. She was fire in the night, all sharp eyes and forbidden promises, and for one fevered moment, I didn’t care what she was. But when I woke up alone, the bite on my neck pulsed with unnatural heat. Now, every full moon, my body changes. Not into a beast—but into *her*. A beautiful, undeniable version of me I can’t control. And she’s still out there… watching.I remember the way her lips felt—like smoke and sin—as she pulled me closer in that dim alley behind the club. No names, no questions, just heat. When she bit me, it wasn’t pain—it was ecstasy, sharp and deep. I passed out in her arms.
Now I’m waking up naked in my apartment, sheets tangled, skin hypersensitive, and something’s wrong. My hands are smaller. Softer. My voice cracks when I scream.
The mirror shows a stranger: long hair, full lips, curves I’ve never had. And on my neck—the bite still glows faintly under the moonlight streaming through the window.
My phone buzzes. Unknown number. A single message: Enjoy the gift. You’ll be back to normal in 48 hours… unless you want to stay this way forever.
I look down at this new body—terrified, aroused, alive in ways I can’t explain. And I know two things: she’s watching. And the full moon isn’t done with me yet.
Greg Floyd
works: 7
Cursed Desire
I never thought a night of bad decisions would bind me to a Wiccan curse that rewires my body with every pulse of arousal. Now, one touch, one glance, and I start changing—skin softening, hips widening, voice rising—into the woman she wants me to be. The more I crave, the less of 'me' remains. And worst of all? Part of me is starting to like it.
The Witching Sisterhood
I never believed in magic. Bills, deadlines, rent—those were my reality. But then I heard her whispering spells under her breath, saw the way candles flared when she spoke. And now… I’m changing. My reflection moves on its own. My hips sway differently. A voice inside hums ancient chants I’ve never learned. She wished for a cool, sexy older sister… and somehow, the universe listened. But what happens when the spell doesn’t stop?
Galaxy Girl
I was just another college guy trying to survive finals when a dying alien crashed into my dorm roof. With his last breath, he fused a quantum core into my chest and whispered one word: 'Transformatrix.' Now, whenever I say it, I become her—Galaxy Girl. Powerful. Radiant. Unrecognizable. But someone knows. Veronica from the Crimson Rose Club sent me a text: 'I know what you are.' If she exposes me, my sister Amy loses everything. And if I go to her, I might lose myself.
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