#f2f corruption

Heather was different, ever since middle school, she had known she was goth. She dressed in black, wore clothes that others looked down on her because of it. Her mom had taken years to get over the fact that her little girl wouldn't follow in her footsteps and become a cheerleader or anything like that. She accepted it but not without reservations.

Heather's friendships had waned as well. Her close friends in middle school had started to avoid her, girls she thought that would be her friends for life turned into social climbing girls hanging on the two queen bees of the school.

Ashley and Victoria weren't girls she hung out with ever, they had been the social girls growing up, looking prettier than most due to getting to wear makeup and bra which were stuffed until they grew into them before most girls were allowed training bras. Both girls dated in middle school, got boys to follow them all the time, and tossing the ones they "used" away when they wouldn't obey the two blindly.

In the last year of school, Heather thought that things would be better, but it only got worse for her. She was depressed but because of being gothic, no one noticed or cared it seemed. Graduating she got into the local state college and she was thinking she would be done with everyone in her small town. But that was not the case.

Ashley and Victoria both got into the same school. For Heather the choice was to allow her to get her general studies classes done at a cheaper school and transfer to get her major at a better school. The two social queens were there because they didn't do as well as they wanted and couldn't go to the party school in Miami.

One day in her room, Heather was trying to study, in the halls music was blaring for some kind of dorm event that she tried to avoid. She was looking at her laptop and she smelled smoke and sulfur, it was odd, and she turned around to see a woman, no a demon there.

"What the fuck are you?"

The demon smirked, "I am sure you know, you aren't that kind of dense girl I've come to know of in the mortal realm."

"Jesus, you're a fucking demon."

She laughed "of course, what gave it away, the horns or the red skin?"

"This isn't happening, this isn't happening."

"Oh sweet child it is, but understand I come to you now, not to offer you a deal for your soul or to take you into my plane, I would like to offer you deal of revenge."

"Making a deal with demons tends to go badly for people making the deals."

"See you are smarter than the average mortal, and that would be true if you were the intended target. However, you are a means to an end. You see decades ago I made a deal with women all across your…what do you call this, a country right. The deal was that they would look hot, their off spring would inherit their beauty and charm. A decade after their off spring were bore, the beauty of the woman would fade gracefully, I'm not that kind of a monster to make them instantly ugly," she laughed. "Shit sorry rambling" she laughed again, "These women found a loophole, finding a witch to give them a trinket to keep their youthful appearance, so they never had to give it up, and their daughters also kept the beauty as part of the deal. I hate beings going back on their deals."

"So why didn't you fix this before? You make it seem like it's been a while since the deal was done."

"Oh how perceptive. I tried, but they banished me using another spell from that witch, it took me a decade to build the power up again to be able to cross the mortal and demonic realms. I lost my power base in my realm because of it, and it took me this long to rebuild that. And now I am furious. So while the mothers have the trinkets, their daughters do not. So I make you this offer, get close to them, give them a small pill in a drink or whatever, they will become plain and boring, and as payment I will transfer their looks and alluring aura to you."

Heather blinked. She was listening to an actual demon, seeing an real demon, and understanding the plight the demon was in completely. "Why come to me?"

"Two reasons," the demon smirked, "one not everyone can see a demon who wasn't summoned by them, I've been walking around the campus for a month since the two girls arrived."

"Ok?"

"And two you know both of the girls, they are called Ashley and Victoria."

The names didn't leave the demon's mouth before Heather's mind raced, the reason they are so hot and popular was because of a deal, and now she could get revenge. The demon was right to come to her and the offer of revenge was too great for her not to take it. She smiled "I'll do it."

The demon cackled, "awesome" as she handed Heather two small black pills, "one to each of the girls." The demon smiled again "Thank you so much, and to help you on your task seeing as you know the two, let me adjust you for free" she winked "if you are new, they won't see you coming."

The demon vanished in a puff of acrid smoke and Heather started to feel warm. She rushed to the bathroom.

Heather was shocked but started to move around, feeling her new body move with ease. God she felt hot for the first time in years. Now it would be so easy to get closer to the two girls, being goth wouldn't hamper it, she looked good enough to eat. She laughed at herself as she ran her hands over her body, she was getting turned on and now she could see if she could get guys to enjoy her too.

Stepping out into the hall into the middle of the little party, guys at first didn't notice her, but soon they did. Eyes were on her, asking who she was, they couldn't remember anyone as hot as her being here. It was intoxicating for Heather to talk and flirt with guys. These guys she knew and though the experience was different, her focus was somewhere else. Both girls were part of a sorority, they had joined the second they got to the campus and were almost instantly accepted.

She left her dorm and made her way over to sorority row. It was a road on the edge of campus where all the sororities and frats had houses. White large houses were the norm in the college town, but the large Greek letters on the tops of the houses or some place on the walls allowed all those driving by who was there.

Walking up the road she got to the sorority house and walked in, no one seemed to notice her. It was a surreal experience but it must have been due to the demon that she was able to do this. She didn't question it though, and made her way around the house, looking for one of the two. She hear stuff happening outside and found a pool party. It was October but it was still warm so it made sense. She made her way to a small corner to watch.

After maybe 10 mins of sitting there Victoria came over, "who are you?"

"Why what's it to you?"

"I live here, I am a member of the sorority, you clearly aren't so what are you doing here before I call the cops."

Heather shrugged, "sorry ok, I was asked to come here, I have something for one of the girls, Tiffany or Sandi or something, it's a pill to help them out. I was told to come here and wait for them to give it to them ok."

Heather knew that Victoria was one of those girls who though popular was overshadowed by her best friend Ashley, and if taking the pill to Tiffany who was the head of the sorority would give her an edge to be noticed and get favors from the heads of the sorority she would take it. Victoria sneered, "Give it to me, Tiffany isn't here, I will get it to her, you can't be here."

Heather looked "I can't sorry, it was for her."

Victoria got annoyed, "Look you goth barbie bitch, give it to me, or I'll call the cops, my dad is a cop and he has friends and they will do you wrong." Heather knew her father was a manager at a store so that was a lie.

Heather sighed and stood up, "fine here," she dropped a single black pill into Victoria's hand, "tell Tiffany, just take it, it will make everything she needs to happen to happen ok."

"Fine whatever now get lost."

Heather stood up and headed out, softly laughing to herself knowing she set the bait and probably hooked one of the two fish she was going to catch.

It was another few days before anything happened, she was getting nervous that maybe Victoria wouldn't try to take the pill. Victoria wasn't the kind of girl who would steal from one of the upper classmen, but when she found out that Tiffany wasn't expecting anything, she waited a day before finally giving in and popping the black pill into her mouth.

Heather was in her dorm when she felt the rush of hot air flood around her. The room was cold but her skin was on fire, her body was shifting. She moaned out.

She ran to the mirror, shaking her body a little as she noticed how much sexier she had become. She jiggled her legs and thighs, though it was thicker than she had before it only made her look more appealing. Her breasts had grown and she oozed of sexuality. She had to try it. She wanted to use her new body and get fucked. She opened her dorm door and saw one of the guys standing there, she snapped her fingers and told him to come. He looked at her and blinked, he was stunned by her looks, he barely questioned how someone so hot was there.

She pushed him to the ground and stood over him.

"Whose a good boy?" She asked him in a condescending tone.

He looked at her, licking his lips, "Me?"

"Very good," as she clawed at his clothes and started to proceed to fuck him. Slamming her body down on his cock, her pussy was on fire and she needed to be fucked. After about an hour, she slide off him, her pussy leaking her juices and his cum. "I need your help."

He was panting, "Anything."

"I need you to follow someone, her name is Ashley and I need to get her alone, so you will follow her and find out when she goes to a club or something and text me, do this and I will fuck you as much as your weak dick will hold out, understood?"

"God yes, anything."

"Good boy, now go."

He scampered away, she was 50/50 on if he would start to follow Ashley. She was hoping he would, if Victoria took the pill and looked uglier now, Ashley probably heard the story and wouldn't let any goth girl close to her. She would be on guard. So Heather needed a look out.

It took another month before she got her chance. She got a text like she had been getting every couple hours from the boy she fucked and actually continued to use for both her pussy and to be a spy. Ashley went to a club, it was a rave and this was perfect. She got dressed and headed there. Following Ashley at the club was easy, she had to be the center of attention. Getting to her was hard. She waited then Ashley stepped away to the bathroom. This was her moment. She followed her in.

"Who the fuck are you, this is a single bathroom."

Heather smiled "you wouldn't remember, not that I care about that anymore, but we went to school together, you were a bitch to me then, but I found out the reason you have always been like that. Now I am here to fix it."

"Fuck you," Ashley said.

Heather's eyes flared, this was the moment. She grabbed Ashley and shoved the pill into her mouth. Holding her mouth closed, Ashley had to swallow the pill. There was a black flare in Ashley's eyes as the demonic power left her. Ashley started to look different, weaker, softer, not as beautiful. Still cute but no where near the hottie level she had been seconds ago.

Ashley freaked seeing herself changing in the mirror, she ran out of the bathroom and disappeared into the crowd.

Heather felt the power hitting her again. It wasn't as strong as before, this time it was more subtle, instead of chiseling at marble or stone, this felt more refined as if she was having the finishing touches added.

She looked into the mirror, her hair was white, which gave her an oddly more sexy vibe, her breasts felt slightly bigger and her clothes changed to something appealing. She stepped out into the club to leave, and attention was on her immediately, it was like she was the one that everyone wanted to be around. The feeling from that was addictive and Heather took it and ran with it, becoming the newest Queen Bee of the school, not a bubbly sorority girl, but a dark Queen.

Here's a new story by me about love and corruption. Enjoy!

Victoria Walker had always kept her head down. As a shy, introverted student with a passion for coding and technology, she spent more time with her laptop than with people. Her grades were flawless, and her intelligence outshone most of her peers, but none of that mattered to Becki Carter.

Becki was everything Victoria wasn’t: loud, attention seeking, effortlessly beautiful, and, worst of all, cruel. She was the queen of their school’s social scene, a party girl who flaunted her looks and seemed utterly disinterested in academics. For Becki, her reflection and her popularity were all that mattered. She bullied Victoria at every chance mocking her clothes, her interests, and the fact that Victoria never seemed to fit in.

Victoria never understood why Becki targeted her. She tried to rationalize it maybe it was insecurity, maybe jealousy but the constant ridicule was wearing her down. She had to understand Becki, figure out what made her so cruel, and maybe just maybe find a way to make her stop.

That’s when she had an idea.

Victoria had been working on a virtual reality project for months. It was a personal venture, a highly advanced program that could simulate entire environments based on a person’s thoughts and memories. She decided to take it further. What if she could create a virtual replica of Becki’s world? If she could live as Becki in this VR space, perhaps she could understand her bully from the inside out.

She spent weeks coding, analyzing every detail she could find about Becki her social media posts, the way she walked, talked, dressed. Victoria meticulously programmed every aspect of Becki’s life into the simulation: her lavish parties, her shallow friendships, her careless attitude. The final touch was Becki herself a digital clone so accurate that it was almost eerie.

When the program was finally complete, Victoria hesitated. It was one thing to create this world, but another to step into it. Yet her curiosity pushed her forward. She strapped on the VR headset and entered the simulation.

Immediately, she became Becki.

The first time in Becki’s world was overwhelming. Victoria felt herself swaying in unfamiliar heels, her body clad in tight, revealing clothes. The mirror in front of her reflected Becki’s perfect face plump lips, long lashes, a flawless tan. She felt powerful, commanding attention as she walked through a crowded virtual party. It was intoxicating. For a moment, she reveled in it, but she quickly reminded herself why she was there. She wasn’t Becki. She was Victoria, just here to understand.

The first few sessions were just that explorations. Victoria tried to pick apart Becki’s life, to see if there was some hidden reason for her cruelty. But as the days passed, something strange began to happen. Every time she logged into the simulation, it became harder to remember that she wasn’t actually Becki. She found herself slipping into character effortlessly, responding with the same carelessness, the same vapid remarks that Becki would make.

Soon, Victoria wasn’t just observing Becki’s life she was living it. She started going to virtual parties, enjoying the attention, flirting with the virtual versions of Becki’s friends. The more she acted like Becki in the simulation, the more she started to enjoy it. She had built the world so meticulously that every detail was perfect: the music, the flashing lights, the intoxicating energy of being the center of attention. In Becki’s world, she wasn’t the quiet, overlooked nerd; she was the one everyone wanted to be around.

At first, it was just an escape, a chance to experience something so far removed from her real life. But slowly, subtly, the lines between the virtual world and reality began to blur.

In the real world, Victoria found herself changing. It started small. After one session, she was brushing her hair and caught herself hesitating. She stared at her reflection, noticing her plain clothes and simple ponytail. That wasn’t Becki. The thought rattled her, but she couldn’t shake it. Becki wouldn’t be caught dead in baggy sweaters and jeans. Without fully understanding why, Victoria reached into her closet, pulling out a tighter shirt she rarely wore. It fit differently than she remembered. It felt different like she was stepping into someone else’s skin.

The next time she logged into the simulation, the transformation was easier. She didn’t just slip into Becki’s world; she embraced it. Her virtual body moved with confidence, her voice carried a flirtatious lilt, and her presence commanded attention. Every time she played Becki in the virtual world, it felt more natural, more addictive. It wasn’t just fun anymore it was becoming who she wanted to be.

The changes in Victoria’s real life escalated. She started spending hours in front of the mirror, fixing her hair, experimenting with makeup, mimicking the style Becki wore in the VR world. She bought new clothes tighter, more revealing outfits that she never would’ve dared to wear before. The girl who used to shy away from crowds was now shopping for mini skirts and low cut tops.

Her behavior at school began to shift, too. The studious, reserved Victoria started skipping classes, spending more time with her laptop, fine tuning the virtual world. Every session lasted longer than the last. But it wasn’t just the virtual Becki she was fine tuning it was herself. She caught herself laughing louder, flipping her hair more, and enjoying the glances she received from classmates, even from people like Becki’s real world friends who barely noticed her before.

But as she spent more time inside Becki’s life, her mind changed in ways she couldn’t control. Victoria used to care about her coding projects, her studies, her future. But those ambitions were fading, drowned out by thoughts of popularity and appearances. Why should she stress about grades when she could be the most desired girl in school? Her obsession with Becki’s shallow, glamorous life consumed her.

One day, while shopping for a new outfit that Becki would’ve approved of, Victoria caught her reflection in a store window. She stopped, startled by what she saw. Her once bare face was now caked in makeup plump, glossy lips, smoky eyes, and perfectly styled hair. Her clothes, far from the modest jeans and sweaters she used to wear, clung to her body, designed to attract attention. She stood there, in a mini skirt and a crop top, looking nothing like the girl who once prided herself on her intelligence.

But instead of fear, she felt a rush of excitement. The reflection wasn’t Victoria anymore it was Vicki.

Her transformation grew more dramatic. At parties real ones now, not just the VR simulations she was no longer the awkward girl in the corner. She became the life of the event, just like Becki. Guys who never gave her a second glance were suddenly wrapped around her finger. She flirted effortlessly, enjoying the power she held over them. Her studies fell by the wayside. She didn’t need to be the smartest girl in the room anymore she had other ways of getting what she wanted.

Weeks passed, and the two worlds the virtual and the real merged even more. She started correcting people when they called her Victoria. She wasn’t just pretending to be Vicki like anymore she was her. Her thoughts shifted, too. She found herself daydreaming about boys, about parties, about the superficial things she used to mock Becki for. The coding genius who had once lived for intellectual challenges was now obsessed with her looks, her social status, and her power over others.

The final stage of her transformation came without her even realizing it. One night, after spending hours in the VR world, she took the headset off and looked at herself in the mirror. But this time, she didn’t see the old Victoria trying to play a part. She saw Vicki. Her lips parted in a smile sultry, shallow, perfect.

She didn’t miss the old her. In fact, she could barely remember what that Victoria was like. She wanted to forget. Being Vicki was easier, more fun, more exciting. She liked the attention, the freedom, the power that came with being desired. The things she used to care about grades, knowledge, her future less important some how.

Victoria.. no, Vicki had finally completed the transformation. She was no longer the shy, nerdy girl who tried to understand her bully. She had become her.

"You can't seriously expect us to sign this, making my wife work 4 years for you in one of your nightclubs." Arthur was furious, this was not how their honeymoon was supposed to go. They were meant to be relaxing by the pool, not being pressured to sign a contract to avoid prison time for false drug charges. Yet here they were in the large Mansion of a man calling himself El Rey or The King in english, paper and pen in front of them. "Well, if you want to go back to England and not spend time in a Mexican prison, I do expect you to sign it. Though don't worry, you can still visit her once I deem she has settled in. Now what will it be." El Rey took a puff of his Cigar as he responded to Arthur. His steely and serious gaze resting on the two honeymooners. Feeling there was no choice and much to Arthurs shock, Sarah took the pen and signed her name at the bottom of the contract. El Rey simply smiled as he pressed a button under his desk and two of his men came in. "Boys, please escort this gentlemen out, I believe he has a plane back to England to catch. Also tell the others to not disturb, His wife and I have a contract to discuss."

6 months later and Arthur returned to Mexico after recieving an envelope with a plane ticket and hotel info from El Rey. When he touched down, one of El Rey's men came to pick him up, they gave him enough time to freshen up in his room before being driven to one of El Rey's clubs La Rosa Rosa, The Pink Rose. When Arthur entered he was not expecting Sarah to be working in a place like this. He thought she'd be put to work in a regular nightclub but no this was your run of the mill strip club. He approached the bar praying that she was just a bartender or waitress but his heart sank when she was not the one serving him. So he resigned himself to ordering a Modelo and turned his attention to the stage. Waiting to see his wife. It took about 20 minutes but then she appeared. However his jaw just dropped. Announced to the stage as Sofia Cruz, The pale blonde was gone in her place was a tanned beauty with dyed black hair, enhanced lips and enhanced tits. El Rey completely altered her appearance to fit a more hispanic look. She owned the stage, oozing sensuality as she worked the pole. Sarah was always a quick learner but she looked like she had been doing this her whole adult life. As the Enrique Iglesias song she was dancing to finished and her 10 minute set ended, Arthur turned to the bartender to get a private dance with her. Not wanting to argue why, he chose the gringo compared to a true Mexican babe, The Bartender called Sarah over in spanish. "Sofia, este hombre blanco quiere un baile privado contigo!" Despite having barely any spanish fluency before, Sarah or rather Sofia saunted over, for a split second her sensual and sexual demenour dropped when she saw it was Arthur before quickly returning and guiding him to a private booth. "Private dances only last half an hour, so best say what we want to say fast. El Rey, has been pushing me hard, putting me through rigourous surgeries and training. I can't even speak any english unless the person who got a private dance speaks it. Which given the club is never until you." Just from her voice Arthur could tell, the 6 months had taken a toll, she was already starting to lose her english accent in place of a mexican one. The conversation they had consisted of asking how she was doing and if they treated her well. Sarah described her life under El Rey as living with a golden chain and collar around her neck. A prisoner kept in line under El Rey's harsh watch. Arthur tried to kiss his wife but Sarah stopped him. As much as she wanted to do the same, she knew they were being watched and didn't want either of them to get in trouble. She simply just continued to give Arthur the same sensual lap dance she gave every client who paid for a private dance with her. 30 minutes later, the dance was over and a security guard popped his head in the room "Sofía, el jefe te quiere en su oficina ahora. (Sofia, the boss wants you in his office now.)" and with that Sarah now Sofia left. Leaving Arthur to head back to his hotel room before heading back on a plane the next morning.

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Behold, possibly the first ever screen edit weight swap!!

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Victoria had been having issues at school, really she had been having issues since she was a kid, always feeling out of place. Not fitting in where others would easily be apart of a crowd. Sure she knew that was high school but now in college it almost felt like the same thing. She attended one of the states largest schools, it had a huge campus, over 25k students attending, so she had to feel like something was there for her. And she thought she had found it, she started in a few clubs, met some really amazing people, and even started to date this nice guy. They were happy for 4 months, the longest she had ever been with someone. And until a week ago that was the best thing for her. Then her former bully from school, Amber had started to seem to be circling around her more. She noticed Amber on her way to classes, hanging around dorms and she had no clue why. Until one afternoon she was walking out of class and saw Amber making out with a guy, it was more than making out, Amber was straddling the guy on a bench and kissing him, it was so close to being lewd. Then she noticed his shirt, it was a shirt she had bought her boyfriend, then Amber flipped her hair back and she saw him, her boyfriend happily cupping Amber's tits and looking up at her with the goofy grin. Victoria screamed, Josh looked over in a shock, he pushed Amber to the side, stumbling to get to her, he was trying to explain, trying to tell her it wasn't what she thought. Josh was followed by Amber who pulled out her phone to show a weeks worth of pictures of her and Josh. Victoria started to put things together. She screamed again and stormed off. There was a laughter that just lingered in Victoria's head, the laughter of Amber, the bitchy, spoil, self centered laughter and it burned into her. 2 days she ghosted calls from Josh, she never wanted to hear his voice again, never wanted to see his face, or feel his touch. She hated him, she hated him for giving into the blonde menace. And she wanted revenge on her. She felt anger, she felt hate, and until she could calm down it boiled inside her. Another 2 days and Josh finally got the hint, he stopped calling, he unfriended her on all socials. Victoria could only sit and watch as her world started to fall apart. She had what she thought was everything and now she had nothing. Then the dreams started. The first night of dreams it was just blackness. The second night, was blackness but she felt like something was moving around her. She woke up in a cold sweat. Night three, she heard laughter around her, walking around her, stalking her. She screamed into the darkness and whatever it was laughed back more. Night four, she felt nothing, she was alone in the dark. Night five, she felt the presence again. Night six, she could feel something touch her but she turned to look and it was gone. Night seven, was when she saw something emerge from the dark.

"What are you?" The voice was weird, like someone talking in water, "I am desire, I am darkness, I am here to help, if you wish it." "Why would you help me?" "Why wouldn't I? You are hurt, you are in pain, and I can help ease your pain and suffering." "How would you do that?" "I'd give you the means to help yourself, to transfer that pain to someone else." "I wouldn't wanna do that. No one deserves to be hurt. Can't you just take the pain away?" "Like energy or matter, it can not be destroyed it can be changed or exchanged." Victoria was listening but not really understanding, she tried to follow along but said "I guess." "Who hurt you?" "My boyfriend, that slut Amber." "And what if I could help you hurt your boyfriend, and make Amber never be able to hurt you again?" She bit her lip, thinking about this, she could feel her heart racing. "Has this been you the whole time in my dreams?" "Yes and no, my family, they have tried to visit, but only the one of use who could help would be the one you could see," the being said, lying to her of course. But in Victoria's state of sadness and anger she would believe almost anything. "Fine if I let you help me, what will happen?" "You just have to wake up, and you will see some changes in your life and then some more changes over the next day and then we can talk about your ex and your friend." "Amber isn't my friend." "Of course, my mistake, now are we agreed?" "Yes fine." The being reached out to shake her hand, Victoria took it, felt a burning sensation in her palm and gasped as she woke up. The sun was out and she looked around, "what the fuck" she said then heard her voice, it was different, more sultry and alluring. She looked down and noticed her body was different.

Her breasts had grown, and there were tattoos on her arms, her hips were a little wider and she had an ass, not a flat one but actual curves. It was amazing, she was excited. What she should have been was scared at the fact something was able to change her like this. But this wasn't what was on her mind. What was on her mind was revenge. She started think of a plan, she could go after her ex, but Josh would be too easy to ruin, the minute she called, he would come running to talk to her, to apologize. She knew that wouldn't be too much fun. Instead she set her sights on Amber, that would be more of a hunt, something worthwhile and someone who would be torn down to the very ground she thought she owned just for being alive. She had a feeling by tonight she would be ready. Across Campus

Amber was in the sorority house getting ready for another beautiful day. She had blonde hair, big tits and the perfect look for luring men into her grasp. She did it all through high school and even more in college. She had 3 different boyfriends, all who would give her anything she wanted just because she hot and they could be around one of the hottest girls on campus. Of course they didn't know she was dating other guys, some of the sorority sisters knew of course but to them they thought it was funny how easily Amber could control men. She rolled over in her bed, and texted each of the guys, telling them she was awake, telling them she wanted to go shopping today to buy some surprise naughty stuff for their upcoming dates. Each one sent her at least 100 bucks, because that's what she asked for. Josh sent her 150 because he was the newest guy she was seeing and he was trying to make her want him, he was worried after his last girlfriend and him broke up that Amber was going to dump him too, so he sent more to make sure she was staying with him. Amber laughed at all these boys sending money. She got out of bed and started to get ready to go shopping, she wasn't spending her money of course, which made it so much more fun. Across Campus

Hours later and Victoria was feeling herself changing more. It was thrilling, she was becoming hotter, and felt like she was becoming more powerful as well. She moved in front of the mirror and smirked at her new look.

She found her clothes changed, new tattoos formed and everything just gave her a new look on life. Victoria that girl who was walked all over was gone. Vicki was here to stay. She felt this weird sense of knowledge in her mind, that Amber was leaving to go to the mall, she also seemed to know Josh was at his dorm hard at work. She licked her lips, a trip to the mall was in order. Her prey was going to be there. At the mall, Vicki could sense Amber now, she was close. It only took her a few minutes to start to shadow her. Walking through the halls, no one seemed to notice the hot gothic chick stalking this bubbly sorority slut. All eyes were on Amber of course. Rage filled Vicki and she knew the time to strike was now. Amber was walking into a dressing room, Vicki moved in behind her, pushing her against the wall. "What the fuck, you bitch get off me." Vicki's eyes blackened for a second, "No, you're mine," and leaned in and kissed Amber. Vicki felt Amber fight back against the kiss for about a second or two before she started to kiss back. Amber moaned as Vicki moved back and smiled. "Who are you?" Amber asked, feeling light headed, looking at the woman who forced her into a kiss. Vicki smiled, something wicked in her heart and she stared "I am your new mistress, you can fight it, but in a few days you will be all mine." "Fuck you," she said but there was no real feeling behind it, Amber couldn't seem to put the normal strong emotion behind the yell. She pushed past the gothic girl and ran out to her car to head back to the sorority. Amber couldn't stop thinking of the girl, she didn't even know the chick's name, she wanted to call the cops, wanted to claim assault but would anyone believe it? She was so upset she cancelled her date with Derek, and texted the other 2 guys that she wasn't feeling that well and that she would be turning in early and not to text her until she texted them back. She talked to the sisters in the group chat, saying she was feeling ill and wouldn't be able to do her mandatory chores tonight and maybe tomorrow but she would take over for another girl if they were willing to swap for a few days. A couple girls agreed and Amber rolled over into a deep sleep for the night. The next day Amber woke up in a sweat, the goth girl kissing her, just played over and over in her mind. She went over to find some meds to help her relax when she saw herself in the mirror.

Amber was shocked. Tattoos, dark hair, what the fuck was happening to her. This wasn't who she was. She brought her fingers up to her lips, touching them as she kept thinking about the kiss, and noticed her nails were black too. She wanted to scream, wanted to yell but something in her mind kept saying she was Mistress's Toy. Amber was even more scared, thoughts of being with another girl were never something she wanted but now thinking of the goth girl was getting her wet. She wanted to be touched, held, kissed by her Mistress.....no she couldn't think like that, she wasn't like that. That wasn't her. She had to stay hidden in her room, away from people, this will go away, or she would have to figure out what was happening to her. She pulled out her laptop and started to look up things. Trying to figure this out. Later that Evening

The music at the club was thumping. The bass was beating through the bodies of all the people on the dance floor. Vicki was dancing but off to the side, she was watching the crowd. She was waiting to see the man she texted earlier. She had texted Josh, telling him she was going to be at the club, which was a shock to him, but she said this was his one chance to talk to her.

Of course she was never going to talk to him, at least not as Victoria, that version of her was gone. What she was going to do was flirt with him, tease him. He wouldn't have any clue who she was. She was going to make him obsessed with her but was never going to let him have her. It wasn't that difficult either, he was like a moth to the flame as soon as she winked at him from the side of the room. There were already a lot guys eyeing her up and down, but when he was winked at, he thought she was into him. She laughed as she kept flirting with other guys knowing how easy it was to break him. It wasn't even going to take her a night. Another wink and Josh had sent her a drink. Another wink and he meekly walked over to talk to her. She walked away with another guy, but kept eye contact like she was showing that she wasn't into the well dressed man. Josh had no clue he was on her hook and that thrilled her even more. After teasing close to a dozen men that night, Vicki headed home, feeling aroused from all the sexual frustration she had caused all these men. She laid in bed, wondering how her real prize was coming. She would know by tomorrow. THE NEXT DAY

Amber woke up the next day, she looked around, and felt out of place in the sorority house. She stood up and got dressed, it was dark out and the room was pitch black. She finally turned on the light and saw her newself. She blinked and had it been a mere 2 hours prior her mind would have still been its former self, now she was merely a toy. She moved to the mirror and took a selfie, and sent it to a number that she seemed to know.