A test

Danny’s fingers closed around the pen on his father’s desk, the cold metal biting into his palm. His breath came in shallow gasps as he flipped open the notepad, the pages whispering against his trembling fingers. He needed to think, he needed a test before he did anything else. Hel ooked at his father. He was mch nicer before all this mess, his brother had made him mean, at least mean to Danny, he had to fix that first. The ink bled into the paper as he scrawled the words in jagged, **** strokes: Dad is much nicer again.

The air in the study thickened, the scent of bourbon suddenly cloying. His father’s laughter cut off mid-chuckle, replaced by a wet, **** sound. Danny watched as his father’s body jerked violently in the chair, his fingers clawing at his own throat. Danny’s father convulsed, his spine arching unnaturally as his skin rippled beneath his rumpled shirt. A choked gasp escaped his lips,half pain, half disbelief, as his shoulders narrowed, his waist cinching inward with sickening crunches of reshaping bone. His stubble melted away, replaced by smooth, flushed skin as his jawline softened into delicate curves.

The belt around his waist strained, then snapped as his hips flared outward, the leather tros splitting at the seams. His fingers now slender, manicured, clutched at the desk as his chest swelled beneath his undone shirt, buttons popping one by one. The ruined shirt shimmered like liquid silk as it reshaped itself, sleeves tightening around slender arms, fabric cascading into a plunging neckline that strained over newly formed curves. His father let out a breathy moan as the tattered remains of tros dissolved into a skirt. A black top appeared on her torso, hugging every unfamiliar dip and swell as high heels erupted from her twitching feet with a sound like cracking bone.

Danny stumbled back, the notepad slipping from his fingers as his father’s head lolled back, lips parting around a gasp. The transformation shuddered to a halt with a final, wet gasp. Danny’s father, mother now it seemed, blinked rapidly, her lashes fluttering against cheeks still flushed from the change. The fingers clutching the desk were slick with sweat, nails gleaming with fresh polish.

For a long, terrible moment, the only sounds were the ragged breathing of the woman in front of him and the distant, obscene rhythm still pounding through the walls. Then, her throat worked, a delicate swallow, before she tilted her head, lips curving into a slow, unfamiliar smile.

"Hellow sweetie," she smiled, "Would you like a snack?"

Danny’s throat clicked as he nodded as he picked the notepad back up. She moved with liquid grace, hips swaying in the tight black dress, the stiletto heels sinking into the carpet with each step.

"Ok dear."

Danny stood shocked, he was sure that was not what he asked, but he had to it, she was being nice now. Danny’s fingers tightened around the notepad, the leather cover suddenly slick with nervous sweat. He thought back to everything that had happened, and realised a very distinct pattern, the notepad would always add an extra little quirk to the magic. When it turned them into girls, it made Sam just a little bit slutty. When It gave his step bro a big dick, it made it irrisitible. It outright refused to turn Danny back till his brother did it... and now he is having conflicted feelings about it.

Who knew what would happen next? He had to be careful. A moan down the hall shifted Dannys attention again. He had an idea. The pen trembled in Danny’s grip as his friends moans echoed down the hall.

"Sam doesn't have a pussy anymore, but a dick."

He had considered trying to fix this, but he wanted to get back at the 2 of them first.

The words vanished, and down the hall, a scream.