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Rule #1: Never take Candy from strangers, even if they are younger than you.
Connor, Sylvester and Drake walked along the street towards their nearest night club as they normally did every Friday night. Connor, the tallest, with bright blue eyes and long shaggy brown hair, yawned.
"Are we keeping you up?" Sylvester asked mockingly, to which Connor just held up two fingers to him. Sylvester just laughed at the response as they turned into the alleyway they used as a short cut from the suburbs to the main part of the town.
It was a colder night than usual, but they three of them still wore the same things that they usually did, since the bouncers wouldn't let you in unless you were in suit and tie. As they walked, they went through the regular banter, mainly slagging each other off, it was always surprising how they always seemed to find new ways of insulting each other. They when around a corner in the alley and saw two women who were walking in the opposite direction. One of them was dressed in a red hood with cape, while the other was seemed to be in a black kimono with a fake sword tied at the waste, with worked very well with her red hair. Both were holding small bag which seemed to be rustling as they walked.
"Look at those two," Drake exclaimed, "they look like they're trick or treating."
Sylvester laughed again, "that's because they are, its October the 31th, don't you keep up with anything?"
"Don't you think their too old for trick or treating?" Connor asked.
"Meh, a lot of people I knew in university did it, I get the feeling they're probably still in six form," Sylvester responded, "I'm going to talk to them. Hello Ladies!"
Michelle sighed, "I can't believe you talked me into this," Jackie only giggled.
"Come on sis, you've got to admit your enjoying this," Michelle looked at Jackie from under her red hood. She looked very chirpy and flamboyant; it was hard to believe that she was the same James that she'd picked up at a night club last month. She smiled at the outfits they were wearing. The red cape and hood didn't really need explanation, but Jackie's attire was an interesting choice. Ever since the change, she'd been reading a lot of manga (Michelle wasn't sure whether this taste in Japanese art pre or post dated the change) and seemed to be really attached to Bleach, thus the kimono and sword, which she'd bought a week or two ago.
"Yeah, I am enjoying it," Michelle finally said as they turned into the alleyway that would take them back to their street, which they'd saved till last. As they walked down the alley, they saw three guys coming round the corner. Their eyes immediately looked at the two of them. -Oh dear, this could be bad- one of them, with short blond hair, started laughing.
He then shouted, "Hello Ladies!" to them. They stopped dead as the three big men walked towards them. "I wouldn't think that two girls such as yourselves would be walking down a dark alley like this at this time of night."
Michelle swore under her breath, she recognised then, they were people James had been with that night. She was very glad that she had her hood up, neither they, nor Jackie would recognise each other, but they might recognise her, and who knows what would happen then.
"Yeah," Connor put in, "this isn't really somewhere women like you should be when it's dark."
"Sorry," Michelle whispered, "We didn't realise there'd be wolves here," she couldn't help but smile at her both perfect and inappropriate statement for this situation
"Oh, with got a funny girl have we?" Drake said, and took a step towards her, "why would you two be trick or treating, you what, 16?"
"I'm eighteen," Michelle responded coldly, "my sister's seventeen," Jackie looked at her nervously, she could sense her sisters fear and it was starting to rub off on her.
"Looks like you were right Sylvester," Connor said, "They are both Six formers."
Sylvester smugly seemed to scan the two girls, "of course."
"Look, can you let us pass?" Jackie finally asked, "We need to get home." -That won't work- Michelle thought.
"Of course you can," Sylvester said, but Michelle could tell there was an 'if' coming. "If you give us some of your sweets."
-Of course, I should have known. Perverts! They were probably going out to score like James had when he met me...and now his old friends are trying the same on Jackie, almost Ironic. Too bad I'm still in the equation and, although I might have left James to the hounds, I would never leave Jackie.- Michelle was amazed how attached she'd gotten to her new sister in just the past month, as if she had actually lived with her all her life.
"Of course," Michelle said, putting on her best seducing smile she could under the situation, "I'll give you want you want." Smiling back, Sylvester took a step towards her. Without warning, Michelle threw her sweet bag, which flew right into Sylvester's face. "Jackie! Run!" The two girls ran past the temporarily blinded man and his two stunned friends. Drake tried to grab Jackie, but she whacked him with her bag before he could get a grip, causing half the content to fall out.
"Come on girls!" Sylvester shouts to them as he swallowed a rogue sweet that had gone into his mouth, "We only wanted to talk!" Talking was the last thing on their minds and she knew that. They kept running until they were out of the alleyway.
They finally slowed their pace, -good, they haven't followed us- she then smiled. She was now glad that she'd put an enchantment on the sweets. She and Jackie would be fine if they ate them, but if a guy were to, well, things would be interesting. What would be even more interesting would be seeing what would happen to them since its Halloween, who knows what effect that would have on them. Michelle smiled again, "do you want to go home?"
Jackie shook her head, "let's do our street first, and maybe the next block too?" Michelle giggled, -so close to an ordeal and she still wants to go trick-or-treating- they continued down the street, with them sharing the same, now half empty, bag, seeing that Michelle had now lost hers. She check up on them later, once Jackie had finished with her fun, and they'd started going through hers.
"That stuck up witch!" Drake shouted as they continued walking to the night club, "I can't believe that they got away like that!"
Sylvester had stopped paying attention to his friend's exclamations; they were the same rubbish as normal so why should I treat them as anything else. He'd picked up the bag that the hooded girl had thrown at him, and he really liked the sweets that were in it, so he'd started eating them as they walked.
Connor, unlike their leader, decided to show some solidarity with his friend, although Sylvester couldn't see why. "I wish we'd gotten a look at that witch's face," Drake continued "she'd decided to be so sissy by hiding under that stupid red hood."
"Well, we did see her friend. I don't know why but she seemed familiar, but why?" Connor pondered, thinking about the red head that he knew he'd never met before, but felt like he ort to have. Sylvester was completely ignorant of his mate's thoughts, just enjoying the sweets. Connor started to get worried by this, "Sylvester, bro, are you alright?"
"Yeah, fine," he looked at Connor in confusion. Connor started to notice that his friend's skin had started to change its colour, from his normal pale tones to a bronze colour. Connor froze from shock as he saw this change happen to his best friend before his eyes. As he watched, more changes happened, his ears for one thing had started to get pointer, and his eyes were changing from a murky brown into a bright silver. Then his hair started to lengthen and became wavy. It also changed from blonde to yellow, to olive green and finally to Hooker's green. Connor took a step back, aghast at what had happened. Sylvester looked at him in confusion, seeming not to be able to notice what was happening to him. "What is it?" his voice sounded different to normal, lighter, higher, more effeminate.
And then the major changes started. Sylvester started to shrink, from his relatively high 5'11" to 5'4" in a matter of seconds. His face and build started to change shape, shifting from his masculine angularity to the more subtle curves of a woman's face. His hands also seemed to shift as well. Connor could tell that there were more changes happening to his body, but the suit was making it impossible to tell, although one thing that he could see were two big bulges protruding from her chest.
Connor was about to say his friend's name, but something stopped him from saying it, he wasn't sure what, but when he finally got the name out, he realised that the name he said was, "Sylvia?" she looked at him and giggled. "Yes? What is it?" He couldn't say another word. She then started to pull her collar, "man, its warm tonight, I think I've overdressed," she immediately dropped the Jacket to the floor. -What's going on? What did that girl do to turn my friend into a weird girl that was stripping in front of me!?!- she'd already taken off her baggy trousers, although fortunately the shirt was so big on her, it still covered anything that she'd want to cover, but she was now unbuttoning the shirt.
"Drake!" Connor was finally able to get out, but there was no response. Connor turned to where Drake was, about ten metres down the street, and saw with horror that Sylvia wasn't the only one going through changes. When Connor had last looked at him he'd been in a black tuxedo, which had fitted his build perfectly. But when he saw him now, he'd been replaced by a small black haired girl with bright emerald eyes.
The clothes seemed mismatched on this body, which was why, to Connor's horror, the clothes where shifting as he looked on. The dinner jacket seemed to merge with his black trousers, as his shirt started to change colour and merge with her skin until her breasts were clearly visible. That wasn't for long though because the remaining clothing started to shift in both shape and texture until it had turned into what looked like a long black evening dress.
"Dra...Dra...Dra," he wasn't even able to finish the name he was so freaked out, Drake's replacement only giggled.
"Come on now, how is Draga so hard to say?" she said, looking at a nearby tree, she snapped a twig off it and twirled it around her fingers, "I like your new outfit Sylvia."
Connor turned back to Sylvia, who had now taken her shirt off. But, instead of being in the nude, breasts and private areas were now covered by a leaf bra and skirt, which complimented her new skin tone perfectly. Sylvia smiled, "thanks, I like you're too."
Draga smiled slightly, looking at Sylvia's D cups, and then looked down at her A cups, "Yeah, but I always feel self conscious around you, your much more attractive than me."
"You're a witch," Sylvia said, "change it if you want." A witch?- Connor thought, he then remember how Drake had been calling that girl they'd met a witch the whole time they'd been walking, -is this supposed to be poetic justice?-
As he thought, Draga pointed her new wand at her chest and muttered, "Cresco!" there was an instantaneous effect. Firstly her breast started to expand exponentially. With the change in size, there also came a change of clothes, her black evening gown started to shrink until it was more like a cocktail dress, which then split at the middle and morphed more till it had turned into a mini skirt and tank top, which was holding DDs now. Sylvia looked at her with bemused shock
"Show off," she said, with a slight tone of jealousy. They then both turned to Connor and smiled. what's done this to them, how could...- his thoughts trailed off as he realized, -the sweets! It was in the sweets, they both had a load go into their mouths, and then they changed into a witch and a Nymph-
"What's wrong Connor?" Draga asked.
"Nothing!" Connor got out, still shocked by what had happened in the past few minutes.
"There's something, we can tell when something's wrong," Draga said, she looked you up and down with her green eyes. Then she gained a massive grin, "I think that our friend is wishing that he could be like us."
He looked at her with horror; that was the last thing on his mind. Sylvia looked at me with a similar look of glee, "that sounds like a great idea." Draga pointed her want at him. Connor wanted to run, to jump out of the way, something. But his body wouldn't move, paralyzed to the spot. -Why is this happening, I know we deserve retribution for some of the crap we've pulled, but this?-
"Mutation!" the witch shouted as she flick her wand him. Connor felt a shudder coarse though him. -What am I going to become?- he thought.
"You tell me, Connor," the red hooded girl said, who had appeared about 20 feet behind the other two girls. -Connor...- he thought, as the hairs all over his body started to feel ticklish, -of course, I should have guessed- he looked us at the sky and sighed.
It was a full moon tonight.