Voodoo REWARD STORY

Thanks again to the Real Loona! You are amazing! :) Here is your reward story based on your idea. I hope you like it!

VOODOO

Steven nudges his friend and begins to tease him as they walk together down the sidewalk. “So, not date again for tonight’s party. I’m starting to think you might bat for the other team!”

Austin, who as to stop himself from being pushed into the path of a woman coming in the over direction, grumbles in frustration. “Dick.”

Steven steps out in front and looks back over his shoulder with a cheeky grin. “I know that’s what you like,” he replies to Austin’s insult.

“Stop it,” Austin kicks out, trying to give his friend a flat tire. “It’s not like that at all! I’ve just not found any woman in this stupid town that is worth the effort….is all.”

Steven turns and walks backward. The smug look on his face makes Austin look away and pout in frustration. “Look,” Steven says as passersby have to dodge him. “If that’s true and you really are the ‘ladies man’ that you claim to be, there’s another party tonight at Jamie’s place. Find yourself a girl.” Steven begins to laugh to himself. “Which should be easy for you, right, Casanova.”

Austin frowns at his friend. He wonders why he has to act so macho around them. The whole ‘having a woman on the arm’ thing is tiring and annoying. As Steven turns to walk normally, he slows and lets Austin catch up. Throwing an arm around his shoulder, Steven leans in. “Is that a deal, Austin. I think that sounds fair.”

“Fine,” Austin pushes his friend away. “I’ll lower my standards and bring a seven or an eight instead of the ten that I deserve!”

Steven chuckles to himself and then lightly hits Austin in the shoulder. “You deserve a ten. Don’t make me laugh. You’re a six at best. I mean, look at your messy hair, awful clothes, and lack of personal hygiene!”

Austin looks down at himself. He doesn’t care for such trivial matters. He’s not vain like some of his friends. He’s also not interested in women who are either.

Steven then pokes at Austin’s arms. “At least you’ve got a little muscle on you.” Steven then looks up suddenly and looks down the street at a café a few doors down. “You are coming in for a drink, or have you got some lady you wanna go chat up?”

Having stopped outside the café, Austin begins to worry about what he’s going to do for the party. He has no one in mind that he can ask, and he’s only going to look foolish once again. If only he had other friends rather than the ones he clung to in high school so he wasn’t lonely

“Ah,” Austin rubs the back of his neck, looking down the road. “I’ll catch you later tonight.”

“Oh,” Steven replies, hitting his friend again in the shoulder with a big smile. “So there is a lady you’re going to ask!?”

“Y-yeah….”

“Well, don’t let me stop you!” Steven turns, opens the café door, and looks back as he walks inside. “She better be an eight or above, Austin, or I’m calling bullshit on all those stories of conquest you tell!”

Austin stuffs his hands into his pockets and walks away. He says nothing more, but his eyes are wide open with the panic that he has no idea what to do next. As he walks down the street, Austin kicks out at the floor. No stone is safe as he ponders his next move.

After a few blocks of cursing his luck and considering a move more central, Austin stumbles across a shop he’s never seen before. Its darkened wood exterior and gothic items inside intrigue him. He knows the town like the back of his hand, yet he’s never seen this place before.

As he stares into the window, pressing his forehead against the glass, a tall, well-dressed man stands in the shop entryway. The man’s top hat isn’t the only oddity of his attire. He looks very much out of place in the modern world.

The man clears his throat and adjusts the sleeves on his very dapper but old-fashioned-looking suit jacket. “Young man, can I help you?”

Austin turns his head. He wants to snigger a little, but he holds it in. Who’s he to judge the man's style, even if it is a little strange.

“Is there something in my store that might interest you, boy?”

“Well,” Autin lets out a sigh. “What I need doesn’t exist.”

Intrigued, the man steps out onto the street to introduce himself. “My name is Filo,” he says with a friendly hand out for a shake. “May I ask what it is you desire, young man?”

Austin shakes the man’s hand but remains suspicious. He knows that it’s likely Filo is going to try and sell him something and the something he needs can’t be sold. (Because selling a woman that will go out with him is breaking the law)

Laughing, Austin points into the shop and makes a joke. I don’t suppose you can make me a woman? I really need that right now!”

Filo rubs at the hairs on his chin for a moment before a smirk works its way across his face. He adjusts himself before leaning on his shop front. “You want me to ‘make’ you a woman?”

Austin laughs awkwardly, knowing his joke clearly wasn’t funny. “Sorry, stupid joke.”

“Is that what you desire?”

Austin studies Filo’s expression, looking for a hit of sarcasm, but he finds no indication. Austin wonders if Filo can actually make him a woman for a moment then realizes that that’s a stupid thought.

“I mean, it is,” Austin gives Filo a soft as he begins to turn. “But maybe I should live my life in reality and actually go talk to a woman like a normal person.”

“In reality?” Filo questions, stopping Austin with a hand on his shoulder.

Austin frown. “Yes. Reality,” he replies, shrugging Filo’s hand from his shoulder. “I very much doubt, in the awful reality we live in, that you could ‘make’ me a woman.”

There’s a sparkle in Filo’s eye as he leans in towards the boy. “Ah, but what if I could?”

Standing back up straight, Filo adjusts his hat and waits for Austin to answer. Filo can tell he’s intrigued by the boy, but the sale isn’t yet complete. Looking inside his shop, he takes a single step inside. “I’ve got everything I need,” Filo says, stepping further inside to entice the boy in. “I’ve even got a change of clothes.”

Still suspicious, Austin looks at his watch. It’s not like he’s in a hurry to be rejected by every girl in the neighborhood, so he might as well have a laugh at Filo’s expense. “Ah, fine,” Austin shrugs as he follows Filo inside his shop. “But, look, dude. I’m not paying for anything unless you can make me the prettiest girl around, okay?”

Leading Austin past all the shop's oddities and trinkets, Filo looks back over his shoulder with a delighted grin on his face. “Such an interesting choice of words,” he says.

Distracted by all the weird objects loosey displayed in what Austin is sure Filo would describe as organized chaos, Austin doesn’t reply to Filo. He picks up a small necklace and begins to study the small rock on the inside. It shimmers and almost feels warm to the touch.

“Austin,” Filo says to get his attention as he stands at the entrance to a small side room. “What kind of girl would you like to be?”

Half listening, Austin continues to be amazed by the necklace he’s found. Austin doesn’t look up at all from the rock encased in the necklace. “Erm, I guess I’d like a redhead,” Austin replies, poking at the shiny rock. “Y’know, a girl with massive tits and a nice ass. Something I’d be happy to show off to my friends.”

 Another glint in Filo’s eyes as he slowly opens the small door behind him with one hand. “If that’s what you desire, young Austin,” he says, ushering the boy inside the room with a wave of his hand. “Then I will make you a girl and bring that desire to life.”

Austin slowly puts the necklace down. He then holds his forehead, almost like he’s forgotten where he is.

“Your desire’s…..,” Filo repeats, ushering him into the room with a friendly smile. “Are this way, young man. I shall make you the girl you’ve requested.”

Austin shakes his head to clear the fog in his brain. A little dazed, he remembers what he was doing. Stepping closer to Filo, he looks into the small room the Filo has opened. It’s a dark square room with a full-length mirror, a wooden table and two chairs. Upon the table is a small metal bowl.

Leading him inside, Filo sits at the table. Austin isn’t so quick to sit down. The room gives him goosebumps, almost like the walls are screaming at him to leave. Conversely, Filo retrieves several small items and places them around the bowl situated in the center of the table. He then, with a smirk across his face, brings his hands together and waits for Austin to sit.

“Is this place….,” Austin touches one of the cold brick walls. “Is this place haunted?”

Filo chuckles. “Only by good intentions.”

Austin gives Filo a bemused look before standing at the empty chair opposite him. “Is that supposed to creep me out or something?”

“I am only being honest,” Filo replies, gesturing for Austin to sit.

Reluctantly sitting, Austin waits nervously for what he suspects is a well-rehearsed scam or con. He watches with interest as Filo pulls a bright red hair from a small vial and places it inside the metal bowl on the table.

“Who’s hair is that?” Austin asks, a little creeped out.

“A ‘clients,’” Filo replies, gathering yet more items from his jacket.

“What else you go in there…?” Austin teases, pointing at his jacket. “Is that where my girl is going to come from?”

“You could say that.”

Austin blows a raspberry. “Ah, dude. Do people actually fall for this stuff? What are you, like a Voodoo artist or something?”

Filo doesn’t instantly answer. He pours a small amount of a red, viscous liquid inside the bowl. He eventually looks up and smiles at Austin. “You could say that.”

“That’s red paint,” Austin laughs. “I’m not falling for that being blood, Sir.”

Filo fetches another vial from his jacket. As he pulls the lid from it, he stares in Austin’s direction. “Silence, my friend. Let this old Voodoo aristist work. If I do not concentrate, you will not get your desire.”

Austin does exactly that. Only making the odd small chuckle as he watches Filo create a fowl-smelling soup of ingredients in the bowl between them. Eventually, Filo stops and hands Austin a small but very pointy piece of metal. It’s almost pin-like.

“Our contract will be sealed with blood,” Filo says, asking Austin to prick his finger and drip blood into the concoction. “Offer your blood, and your desire will be complete. However, I warn you, boy,” Filo’s face turns to a sinister smile. “Our contact is soul-bound.”

Austin turns up his nose at the idea. “This is stupid,” he says, still holding the small metal implement. “You want me to cut myself for this silly charade that you’re trying to pull on me. I thought this was going to be funny to watch. I thought you were going to do like magic tricks or something.” Austin stands, and his chair creeks on the untreated wooden flooring. “I’m done. I’m out. Thanks for wasting my time.”

Filo brings his hands together and up to his chin. His sinister smile is covered by his hands as he leans forward on the table. “Ah, boy,” he says confidently. “If these are but parlor tricks, then indulge me. Prick a finger and offer your blood.”

Austin sighs. “Fine.” He then stands beside the table and pricks his finger. With a little bit of pain, he then squeezes his fingertip and allows a single drop of his blood to fall into the bowl. “Happy now?”

“The contact is sealed,” Filo commands to the room, throwing up his arms. “Sprirts, grant this boy his desire and make him a girl!”

The room begins to shake, and the walls seem more oppressive than before. Austin feels a pressure upon his body like thousands of invisible hands are caressing every single inch of his body.

Instinks tell him he should bolt for the exit, yet his legs, they don’t move.

“W-w-what’s going on!?” Austin bellows. “Why can’t I move!?”

“You’re becoming a woman,” Filo replies, leaning back in his chair with a delighted smile on his face. “Who am I to judge what your desires are, young Austin. You wanted me to make you a woman and that is what will come to be.”

Austin’s eyes bolt wide open. Pins and needles attack every inch of his skin. “M-M-Make ME a woman!?” He brings his hands to his throat. The voice that just came from his mouth was not his own.”

“The contact is sealed, young lady.”

“W-what contract.”

“It is bound by your soul. Now that I’m granting your desire, all I require is payment.”

Austin clutches at his chest, gasping, his vision swimming. His body was shifting, warping—bones rearranging, muscles softening, skin tightening. His jeans become uncomfortably snug in places they never had before, while his shirt stretched over a swelling weight on his chest.

He stumbles to the mirror, his breath catching in his throat.

A stranger stares back at him.

Long, fiery red hair tumbles past his now delicate shoulders. Wide, strikingly green eyes are filled with horror. A sharp yet undeniably feminine face framed by flushed cheeks.

“What the hell!?” Austin gasps as his attention falls to the lower parts of his body

His hands shoot up, grasping at the large, heavy breasts now pressing against the thin fabric of his shirt. Able to feel his clenching hands on his now soft and very sensitive breasts, he begins to freak out.

"No. No, no, no—this isn’t real!" His voice—softer, higher—sends another wave of panic through him. He backs away, his heart hammering, the unfamiliar weight of his new form making every movement feel strange, foreign. He catches sight of his reflection again, noting his curves, his slender waist, and his long feminine legs, now filling out his pants in ways he had never expected.

"What the hell did you do to me?" he shrieks as he runs trembling fingers through his silky red locks.

“Does this match your desires?” Filo asks, watching the young man, turned young woman groping every inch of herself. “From my point of view, it appears I have performed well.”

Austin’s breathing is labored. Shaking, he staggers back from the mirror, his new body feeling impossibly foreign. Trembling, he reaches up again, fingers gingerly brushing against the full, round curves of his new breasts. The warmth of his own touch sends a shiver down his spine. They are real.

His stomach flutter with unease. He cups them fully, feeling their weight in his hands, their delicate shape contrasting so sharply with the broad, flat chest he’s known his entire life.

His hands drift lower, tracing the narrow curve of his waist. His muscles were gone, replaced by a smooth, gentle softness.

Austin takes an uneasy step forward, wobbling slightly on feet that now feel dainty and weak compared to his old frame. Even the way his body moved was different—his balance, his center of gravity, the way his hips swayed with each uncertain movement.

His heart pounds in his chest as he notices just how delighted Filo looks.

His hands instinctively press against his chest as if trying to confirm the last time was some twisted dream. But the undeniable weight, the softness, the sheer reality of it all sends a fresh wave of panic through him.

"What the hell am I supposed to do now?" he says with a trembling voice.

 Filo smirks, lacing his fingers together as he leans back in his chair. “That, my dear, is entirely up to you.”

Austin’s breath is ragged, her hands still gripping her own body in disbelief. This had to be some elaborate trick, some drug-induced hallucination, but every movement, every sensation told her otherwise.

“Change me back,” she demands, her voice breaking.

Filo clicks his tongue. “Ah, but that was not part of the deal. I granted you exactly what you asked for—‘the prettiest girl around,’ if I recall correctly.” His grin widens. “And a ten, no less. Surely, your friends will be impressed.”

Austin’s stomach twists. The party. Steven. Her entire life—what happens now?

“I didn’t mean this,” she hisses, taking an unsteady step forward. “Fix it.”

Filo chuckles, standing gracefully and adjusting his coat. “I never take back a granted desire without fair payment. And I fear what you have left to barter is far more valuable than what you originally gave.”

Austin stares at him, panic turning to something colder. “What do you mean?”

Filo’s eyes gleam. “A soul for a soul. If you wish to undo this, then I will require someone else to take your place.”

Her breath catches. “You’re joking.”

“Not in the slightest.”

Austin stumbles back, her mind racing. There’s no way she could do that to someone else—right? She swallows, the weight of her new reality pressing down like a boulder on her chest.

She could go to the party. Pretend this never happened. Maybe even fool Steven into believing she was just a mysterious new girl, a ten just like he wanted. Maybe she could figure things out and find a way to reverse this herself.

Or… she could give Filo what he wanted. Someone else in her place.

The shop suddenly feels smaller, the walls closing in.

Filo watches her closely, his smile never fading. “The choice is yours, my dear.”

Austin exhales shakily, looking down at her delicate hands, then back up at the man who changed everything.

And she makes her decision.