Let’s hit the paaarty!

— Oh come on, Alicia, this isn’t funny anymore. Just change me back — Michael exhaled, letting his arms drop hopelessly as he stared into the mirror, once again unable to believe the reflection. His breasts gently jiggled with every breath, tightly cinched in the corset top of the dress, and the straps kept trying to slide off his smooth shoulders.

Behind him, sitting on the bed and lazily fiddling with the hem of his shirt, Jake smirked — their mutual friend, the one they’d invited to go to Roger’s party with them. Only he didn’t know who he was really looking at.

— Dude... uh, madam — he burst out laughing. — If this is some weird-ass prank, then you guys really went overboard. Where’s Michael? You his sister? He never told me about you.

— I am fucking Michael! — Michael threw up his arms, his tits bouncing noticeably, the strap finally slipping off his shoulder. He tried to pull it back up, but the long, thin fingers with bright nail polish just made it even clearer — no strength, no usual coordination. — Alicia! Come on, seriously, cut it out!

Alicia stood at the vanity, calmly tying a black ribbon around her neck. She was wearing a short black tunic, witchy and provocative. She didn’t even turn around.

— I don’t know what you’re talking about — Alicia drawled with not a trace of interest in her voice, pulling the ribbon tighter. Her gaze was still fixed on the mirror, but it was clear she was savoring every second of this.

— You’re fucking with me — Michael stepped toward her, but immediately stumbled because of the damn heels.

Jake, still grinning, shook his head:

— Damn, you’re one fiery chick, Michael’s sister. Though honestly, he never said a word about you — and you two look exactly alike! — he added with a smirk, clearly tuning in like a hunter sniffing out a juicy story. Then, realizing what he’d just said — added quickly, — I mean, you’re definitely hotter though!

— Oh shut the hell up already — Michael muttered, turning away and avoiding Jake’s gaze, feeling his cheeks flush crimson.

Alicia just gave a dismissive snort, lifted her chin, and grabbed a small black purse with a chain strap off the vanity. Tossing it over her shoulder, she said with obvious delight:

— I’m ready — Alicia announced, turning around. — Mike... I mean Mimi, let’s go. Time to shine.

— Mimi?! — Michael shouted, eyes wide. — Are you serious? You gave me a new name too?

— Oh, so your name’s Mimi? That’s a cute name! — Jake jumped in right away, getting to his feet and not giving Michael a chance to say a word. — I’m Jake, your brother’s probably told you about me, right? We used to—

— Shut the fuck up, Jake!!! — Michael snapped, his now higher-pitched voice cracking into a borderline hysterical falsetto. He froze immediately, startled at how shrill and girly it had sounded.

Jake flinched slightly, then burst out laughing even louder:

— Whoa, someone’s got a temper! You’re fiery as hell, Mimi. — He turned to Alicia with a questioning look and calmly added, — So, where’s Mike? Is he coming or not?

Alicia gave a predatory smirk and stepped closer to Mimi — to Michael. Her hand rose to his chin, still holding the familiar features of her boyfriend, but now with much smoother, softer skin. She gently lifted his face, looking into his eyes with a near-ominous tenderness.

— And where is Mike — she whispered, leaning in — what are we going to tell everyone?

— Guys, this is starting to get a little too weird — Jake cut in, raising an eyebrow and dropping the silly tone.

Mimi froze, breathing heavily. The strap had slipped off again, and this time she didn’t even try to fix it. Alicia still held her chin, staring into her eyes — too close, too confidently. Inside, Michael felt like he was curling up in a corner.

— Not funny?.. — Alicia whispered, turning her head toward Jake. — Oh, Jake, you have no idea how right you are. But Mike… Mike seemed to think it was hilarious to ogle every chick in the room while I was standing right next to him. You remember how he stared at Roxanne in that bikini?

— Alicia... — Mimi breathed out. — I… I just looked.

— You were DROOLING! — Alicia snapped back at him… at her. Her face flared with anger. — So I figured, since you love staring at girls so much right in front of me, then fine — become one of them. Fully. No excuses, no jokes. Let’s see you spend even one night in their shoes. And trust me — this is just the beginning.

— Whoa, hey — Jake finally stepped in, moving closer. — Okay, I thought this was just some messed up roleplay thing, but this shit’s getting real. Where’s Michael? Are you two seriously pulling something here? Alicia, this is getting out of hand…

Alicia let out a sharp breath, like she was barely holding something back. She pressed her fingers to her temple and then… pulled on a smile so fake, so disgustingly sweet it almost hurt to look at.

— Oh, Jake… — she cooed, lowering her hands and looking at him like he was behind glass. — We’re just… playing with you a little. Right, Mimi?

Mimi — though even in her own head Michael couldn’t say that name without cringing — slowly turned to Jake. He was watching her with genuine concern now, no more jokes.

‘Gotta calm him down before this gets worse. Looks like Alicia’s completely lost it. If I’d known she was a witch, I would’ve never…’

— Jake… it’s fine, really — Mimi exhaled, trying to keep her voice steady, but it came out like a pleading whisper, trembling in a way she couldn’t control. — Michael… he just…

— Then where is he? — Jake stepped closer, his face now serious. — Look, I’m not trying to freak anyone out, but I’ve got a really bad feeling about this. He’s gone, you’re here, Alicia’s acting fucking weird. And... — he squinted at Mimi — you look way too much like him. He never said a word about having a sister.

Alicia took a step forward, and now only Mimi stood between her and Jake, like a fragile glass wall. She took a deep breath, squaring her shoulders, and slowly raised her hand like she was conducting a symphony.

— Since you’re so worried about Michael, Jake… — her voice turned velvety, almost gentle. — I can take that worry away from you.

She snapped her fingers.

Snap.

...Mimi froze. The room suddenly felt just a bit... off. The air quieter, the sounds more distant. And Jake blinked, like he’d just forgotten something.

— Huh... hey, everything okay? — he shook his head and looked at Mimi with a soft smile. — Why are you trembling, Mimi? You alright, babe?

Mimi... Michael... froze.

‘B–babe?.. WHAT THE FUCK?!’

He... he just called her babe. With that exact tone he used to use with Alicia. His face was open, relaxed, way too... intimate. He was standing too close. Way too naturally.

— Why are you looking at me like it’s the first time you’ve seen me? — Jake chuckled, and his hand suddenly reached up to her cheek, gently brushing under her cheekbone like it was something he’d done a hundred times before... like it was normal.

Mimi froze. Like a jolt of electricity ran through her. The touch made everything clench inside — her cheeks flushed, and her boobs under the dress suddenly felt even heavier. She involuntarily sucked in a breath, but the corset cinched tight around her waist only allowed for short, shallow gasps.

— Jake… what are you… — her voice slipped into that soft, feminine whisper again, too alive, too warm, like someone else was speaking for her. She tried to pull away, but he leaned in a little, looking into her eyes with that tender, almost... loving smile.

— Hey, relax — he whispered, brushing a strand of hair from her face — I know you're nervous about the party. You always get like this — act like some ice queen, then melt into my shoulder the second we’re alone.

— What? — Mimi backed away on her heels, nearly stumbling. The strap slipped off her shoulder again. She pulled it back up instinctively, but her fingers were trembling. — Jake, you... what the hell are you talking about?.. I… I’m Mike. We were... you were my friend… I… you never...

— Oh right — Jake said softly, laughing. — Alicia, I don’t know what kinda game you girls are playing, but I’m not buying it, told you already.

She tried to say something, but he was already leaning in, kissing her on the temple — quick, confident, like he’d done it a hundred times before.

— Alright, lovebirds, enough chit-chat! Time to par-taaay! — Alicia squealed, clapping her hands with a little dancey bounce.

Mimi stood there stunned, feeling the damp warmth of Jake’s kiss burning into her temple. His hand was already wrapped firmly, possessively around her waist.

— I... — she wanted to say she couldn’t go, that they needed to talk, that this was a mistake... but her tongue wouldn’t move. Her lips trembled, and the heels were already leading her toward the door.

Alicia winked, whispering as she passed by:

— Let’s light it up, gorgeous. Tonight’s your night. Mimi.

And with a gleam in her eyes, she was the first to step into the evening darkness.