You Can’t Tell Him, Part 1 (Friend to Hot Slut TG Preg)

Now that Professional Witchcraft is over, enjoy the start of this new ongoing TG story~

By FoxFaceStories

A Commission for Camden Levy

Lucas and Ethan have been best friends forever, but ever since Ethan started dating his girlfriend Morgan, Lucas has started constantly third wheeling their dates and sabotaging their relationship to spend more time with his buddy. Unfortunately for Lucas, Morgan is secretly a witch, and if Lucas is so obsessed with ‘guy time’, then he can have it somewhere else - as a sexy woman who can’t help but need a man!

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You Can’t Tell Him

Part One: So Your Girlfriend’s a Witch?

Ethan

“This place is so romantic,” Morgan said from across the table. I placed my hand in hers and smiled, gazing into those astonishing green eyes. 

“It’s the company that makes it so romantic,” I said, as dashingly as I could.

She grinned, and I found myself lost in that smile. How had I ever landed a gal like Morgan Faye? Don’t get me wrong, I wasn’t that bad myself. I’d always been pretty handsome growing up, and now at twenty two I had the looks of a lady killer. I mean, I was literally tall, dark, and handsome, and my participation in the football club kept me fit, that was for sure.

But that meant nothing when placed next to Morgan. I couldn’t even put my finger on exactly what made her so special. She was beautiful, obviously, and had attractive brown hair that fell in waves over her shoulders, like she was from another time, perhaps the Golden Age of Hollywood. And there were those eyes, not to mention her ruby red lips, which were never without that colour of lipstick. And her body! God, it wouldn’t quit. She had lovely breasts and an hourglass figure, and yet she wasn’t exactly a supermodel, either. Her figure had a ‘hot girl next door’ vibe to it, as if she were a real person, and not some unattainable ideal. No, there was something impossible to describe about Morgan; perhaps it was just her intelligence and wit, her endless confidence and her seeming ability to accomplish everything she put her mind to. We’d only been dating six months and I was pretty sure I was head over heels for her.

“What are you thinking about?” she asked me.

I blinked. “Oh, sorry. I was just . . . lost in thought about you.”

“Stop it!”

“No, I’m serious. I really was. I can’t believe a guy like me managed to not only score a date with a girl like you, but-”

“Score with a girl like me?” she said playfully, raising a glass of wine.

I chuckled, blushing a little. “Well, I wouldn’t put it quite like that . . . but yeah. I don’t mind that part either.”

She sighed. “I’m just glad we finally have some romantic time together. I swear, that parasitic lump affixed to your side keeps making an appearance every time we try to be alone. Alone together, I mean.”

I tugged on the collar of my shirt, knowing exactly who Morgan was referring to. “Listen, Morgan, I know Lucas isn’t everyone’s cup of tea, but he’s my best friend, has been since we were in elementary school together. He’s had my back through everything, and I’ve had his. He’s just . . . a little attached, you know?”

She rolled her eyes, unimpressed. I looked at the restaurant kitchen. The dessert menus had not arrived, and our empty plates were still on the table. I just needed to call a waiter and it would be a good distraction from this conversation. I wanted to defend my buddy, of course, but maybe I wouldn’t need to?

Unfortunately for me, Morgan was dead set on this subject. “He’s a nuisance, Ethan. A real freeloader. When was the last time he did anything for you? All he does is spend all of his time coming around to your apartment - our apartment - and eating our food, taking advantage of our hospitality, and sticking his beak in where it doesn’t belong. And the way he talks about women!”

I put up my hands, trying to get her to calm down. That was the other thing about Morgan; as much as I loved her moxie, she could be really passionate. It was awesome when we were jogging together, or travelling to new places, or, of course, in the bedroom, but it meant she had a really fiery temper. 

“Hey, now, that’s not fair. Lucas is just a bit more of a player than I am.”

“Please, the man is dateless.”

“He goes on dates all the time!”

“Yeah, with the trashiest sluts.”

“So he’s got a type. It’s not like he’s assaulting them or anything.”

“That’s where you draw the line? At assault? Ethan, all he cares about is tits and ass! He has a calendar in his apartment of naked ladies, and doesn’t hide the fact that he’s got a Pornstar account! Did you hear what he said about that woman who asked for directions in town the other day? He said, and I quote, ‘She’s got a smokin’ ass to watch her walk away with. Too bad she had no rack, am I right?’ Who the fuck says that kind of thing about a total stranger!?”

I had. Well, I used to, back when I was a teenager, and honestly probably even when I was twenty until I started to really mature. Lucas and I had flunked out of our first year at college and had to reapply for our courses. It was a huge embarrassment. For me, it was a growing up process. For Lucas . . . well, I think he saw it as humiliating, but it also gave him an extra year with ‘the college ladies,’ as he put it. 

“Okay, so he’s a bit much,” I said. “But he’s been backing off, recently.”

“Only because you told him to,” Morgan said, frowning. “And you had to tell him more than once. He’s been third wheeling every date we have, and he spends more time with you than I get to! He’s a bad influence, Ethan, a total pig! Sometimes it feels like you two are in more of a relationship than you and I.”

I held her hand more tightly. “Sweetie, you know that’s ridiculous. I’m here, aren’t I? And do you see Lucas anywhere? Of course not. I made it clear to him that he can’t be here. This is time for just us.”

Morgan cooled down, as I’d hoped she would. “You’re right. I’m sorry. I just . . . I can’t stand that man. I know he’s your best friend, but he’s such a chauvinist with no boundaries.”

“Well, it’s just us now,” I said.

But then I was immediately made the liar, because Morgan began to scowl, her expression full of hate. I turned my head and could have died on the spot. There, heading straight to our table, was my best friend Lucas Galford. His short brown hair was in its usual casual-messy state, and he wore a shirt that was just smart enough to let him into such an establishment, though he still wore jeans. He wasn’t athletic like I was, but he knew he had charm, and he moved with confidence that had helped me through bad times but caused just as many. And he was grinning as he saw us.

“What,” Morgan said. “The fuck. Is he doing. Here!?”

Lucas

It was worth coming to the Rose Restaurant just to see the look on Morgan Faye’s face. I had no idea what my buddy saw in her; she was average at best and those green eyes didn’t make up for the fact that she was cold as damn ice. I strolled over to the table and grinned, dragging a third seat to their table.

“Fancy seeing you two here!” I exclaimed in my most sing-song voice.

“Ethan, what the fuck?” Morgan screeched. 

“I had nothing to do with this!” he said in a panicked voice. It got a bit of a chuckle from me, but I had to back up my bestie.

“Nah, he’s speaking the truth, Morgs,” I said. “Don’t get your panties in a knot. Ethan told me you were having a romantic date and happened to tell me the place, and I was on my way to the nearby club - y’know, The Fun House - and I thought I’d drop by and see you two lovebirds.”

Morgan sneered, folding her arms beneath her chest. She had not-bad tits, but they were only a B-cup. I definitely preferred my girls to have some big, sensitive tits, that was for sure.

“Okay, well, you found us. You said hello. Now you can go and stop being such an asshole.”

“Hey, that’s no way to treat your boyfriend’s best friend, right Ethan?”

Ethan sighed and gave me ‘the look.’ Yeah, maybe this had been a bad idea, but I was hoping to rope my fella into coming to the club with me, and hopefully find a busty blonde for him to dance up on and finally end things with Morgan. Maybe then he’d go back to his fun-loving self.

“Lucas, it’s great to see you-”

“Ethan!” 

“-but Morgan is right. This is just a romantic dinner for us, okay? Do you mind heading on to the club? Look, I’ll catch you later, okay?”

I leapt on that opportunity. “Why wait? I’m heading there now. Your dinner is finished, and besides, you’ve had him long enough, Morgs.”

She hated that nickname, but then again she hated everything about me, including the girls I enjoyed my one-night stands with, so why not mess with her?

“C’mon, it’ll be a blast,” I continued. “We’ll have some fun, get some drinks, shoot the shit like old times. It’s 80’s Friday, too, so you know it’ll be a jam. I’m just saying man, it might be a bit more fun than eating and going home.”

Morgan tensed, but Ethan looked almost meditative. I had him, I knew it.

“Oh my God, you’re actually considering it!” Morgan screeched. “Are you for real, Ethan?”

“I - maybe it would be fun? We just planned to go home after this. Morgan, we could dance together, get a little tipsy.”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” I replied, putting my hands up. “This would be a guys night only. No offence, Morgs, but what happens at the club, stays at the club.”

Her lip trembled. Seriously, what did Ethan see in her? 

“You absolute chauvinist asshole pig of a man!” she declared.

“Don’t forget sexist, on account of all the big-titted ‘hoes’ I apparently pick up.”

“That is chauvinist, you nitwit!” she declared. “You have the gall to barge in on our romantic date and try to pull my boyfriend away so you can, what, get him laid and break us up?”

My face slipped for the first time. Oop. Busted!

Ethan looked at me, and even he was mad. I cracked a smile.

“Dude, obviously I wasn’t doing that! Are you gonna listen to her over me? We’ve been friends since we were kids.”

He appeared swayed by that line; he always was, God bless him. It’s why he was my best friend. We were loyal to each other. 

“I’m sure Lucas didn’t mean it that way, Morgan.”

But Morgan wasn’t having any of it. “Of course, believe the sexist douchebag over me, some date this turned out to be! When are you going to be a real man and kick this loser to the curb, Ethan?”

Well, that set me off. I jabbed my finger in her direction. “Listen, lady, I don’t know why you get off on being such a bitch all the time, but I’m getting real tired of it. My friend deserves better, and frankly I do too. If he has to get all lame and settled down, it should be with a chick who actually gets along with his best friend, instead of always trying to stir up shit. Jesus, why do you have to be such a frigid bitch.”

We were being too loud. A waiter was heading our way.

“Is there a problem here?” he asked, his voice level.

Morgan glared at me. For just a moment, I could have sworn that her eyes flashed. It had to be a trick of the light, but it unnerved me all the same.

“I think you should go alone tonight, buddy,” Ethan said to me.

“Yeah,” I replied, standing back up. “I’ll get out of here.”

Ethan

I thought that some making out and sex would make things right with Morgan when we got home, but she still seemed frustrated afterwards, even after I made her cry out by going down on her. I should have stood up to Lucas earlier, I know I should have, but he wasn’t a bad guy, not really. Morgan was right though; I needed to establish better boundaries. 

These were the thoughts that swirled through my head as I lay in bed, hating myself for fucking up our romantic date. I really liked Morgan. It wasn’t love, not yet, but it was something alright. She just had this kind of . . . sway, I guess you could call it. I had to tell her what she meant to me, at least, and admit that I’d fucked up.

I left the bed and got dressed, but when I exited out into the living room, she was nowhere to be found. Curious, I peaked around a bit, but couldn’t find her. It was only when I noticed the strange, sickly green glow from outside that seemed to almost emanate through the windows as an ethereal mist. I headed to the backyard, which wasn’t particularly spacious but had a lovely garden courtesy of Morgan’s intuition. As I suspected, she was conducting one of her rituals again.

That was the other thing about Morgan, and something Lucas had made fun of a number of times: she fancied herself a witch. Not a worshipper of the ancient earth or a follower of Wicca or anything, but an honest-to-God witch. I could largely overlook it, but sometimes it got a bit . . . weird. 

And this was weirder than most times. She was chanting something as a cauldron bubbled in front of her, the light cascading out of it, the green-tinted smoke too. She was putting various items inside of it: flower petals, roots, trinkets, and what looked to be something else in her hand; a wooden figure of some sort. No, it was a doll, one with bright blonde hair and a carefully carved figure that gave it Barbie-like proportions. Her words turned to recognisable English as she raised it above the cauldron.

“May this curse find its mark. May this hex deliver karmic retribution, lifelong and permanent. And may its target never tell another so long as I hold her tongue.”

She dropped the doll into the cauldron, and it lit up more brightly. Very creepy. Several of the tendrils of light reached out, and I could have sworn I was touched by one. For just a brief second, I had a split second image of a girl in a pink dress, and then it was gone. It almost felt like I’d connected with something but I discounted it immediately. Obviously, I was quite tired. 

“Morgan?” I said. “Are you okay?”

She turned to look at me, seemingly unsurprised by my presence. The cauldron dimmed down until it produced no light at all, and then there was just her, basking in the afterglow of it, her eyes flashing just briefly - probably from some other source of light, I had to imagine.

“I’m absolutely fine now,” she purred. “I was just doing a little magic, sweetie.”

“Yeah . . . that looked kinda weird.”

She shrugged. “It was a powerful spell. A hex on a girl who’s been getting in my way too often. C’mon, let’s head back to bed. I want to do weird and wonderful things to your body.”

I practically forgot the creepy scene entirely moments later. Weird and wonderful things indeed.

Lucas

Too bad Ethan wasn’t with me, because I was having the time of my life at the Fun House. I’d already danced up with a hot brunette and I was finding this Asian chick to be absolutely fire. Neither were perfect, of course; not nearly enough big busts for my liking, but I was sure I could find a great lay between them. This one black chick was giving me the eyes, and I was certain I could dance up against that big ass of hers.

“Lucas.”

I turned on the spot, looking around the dance floor. Maybe I was just getting tipsy, but had someone just said my name?

“Lucas Galford, it’s me, Morgan Faye.”

Okay, that was definitely her. Where the fuck was she, and why did her voice sound like it was beaming directly into my brain?

“Sorry,” I said, moving away from the chick I was flirting with. “Just gotta check someone out.”

The music blared, and the throng of bodies was thick. I couldn’t find her.

“You won’t see me, Lucas. I’m far away. But you’ll feel my power, oh yes, you will. There’s something you should know about me, Lucas.”

“Where are you?” I shouted, alarming a few dancers near me. I tried to keep my own moves going, just to not stick out.

“I’m a witch, Lucas.”

“Yeah, right. You were always a crazy bitch, and that witch stuff was the worst of it. How the fuck are you doing this?”

A shrill laugh echoed in the air, and it sent a shiver down my spine. It was like the party music had dimmed to a low background hum, but her voice remained an impossible constant.

“I tried to be ordinary, Lucas. Just dabble in a little bit of harmless rituals here and there, live like an ordinary gal and not be the woman I once was. But YOU had to ruin all of that, didn’t you? You had to be the sexist asshole always third wheeling my relationship, always claiming your best friend and trying to wreck my relationship with him? Well, that’s about to change, for good. You’re going to have your own problems soon, Lucas. You want to be a chauvinist? You want to go hunting for hot sluts to bang? Well, karma is coming your way. Soon you’ll be too busy being the hot slut yourself to even think about taking Ethan away from me.”

What the hell? This was getting psycho weird. I needed to call Ethan, or just plain get out of here. Something freaky was going on, and obviously that bitch had completely lost it. I made a move to get out, but the crowd seemed to block me at every turn. Worse, there was a strange lurch in my stomach. Where was that green light coming from, and why was it focused exclusively on me?

“Hey! Can you people get out of my way already!?”

I halted, clutching my throat. What the fuck was wrong with my voice? It sounded like . . . it sounded like a woman’s voice.

“Morgan! Morgan!?” I cried, my voice still sounding like a chick’s. “What did you do to me? How are you doing this?”

All I got in return was a devious laughter that seemed to echo all around me. The dancers kept blocking my way out, apparently not even noticing me, and my body began to thrum with a strange series of pressures. Something weird was happening, and I was starting to get scared as well.

“Enjoy your new life, Lucas,” Morgan taunted. “Or perhaps I should call you LUCY.”

To Be Continued . . .