This standalone story is my submission for the literotica Halloween contest, if you enjoy it, feel free to go over there and vote!
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Wanda was a witch who could alter all of reality, but she didn’t like to talk about it.
She had already been nursing dreams of science and mathematics when her powers began to manifest and when her mother explained the truth. For generations, the women in their family had the power to do basically whatever they wanted, with only their imagination as the limit.
Only, none of them had ever imagined that one could forgo her powers altogether!
Wanda wanted to work hard for what she achieved, to live as a human and make her way based on brains rather than magic. She wanted to be a scientist and as she breezed through college, it seemed like she’d never need to take advantage of her metaphysical gifts.
It seemed that way…
Until Alpha Sigma Sigma gave her a reason.
Those douchebags were the biggest dicks on campus, in every sense except the literal. They’d been accused of everything under the sun, and managed to avoid consequences throughout it all. Wanda didn’t pay them much mind as her nose remained firmly pressed to its grindstone, and as their reputation grew worse and worse. But Wanda’s roommate Dinah was more of a party girl, and often spent her Friday nights enjoying the campus while her friend stayed in to study. She was smart enough to avoid those arrogant frat boys but one day, being smart enough wasn’t enough.
She came home sobbing and told Wanda everything.
The process of justice seemed impossibly slow and ineffective until it stopped altogether, and Dinah’s case was thrown into a bin with all the others. It wrecked her so badly that she was planning on leaving the campus. Wanda, however, had an entirely different plan. It was Halloween and if there was ever a time to let her inner witch shine, it had arrived.

The Alpha Sigma Sigma house was already a mess, and it wasn’t even dark yet. Dusk had barely begun to creep over the eastern skyline as Wanda looked over the place, wearing a black dress and a witch’s hat as a small joke to herself.
“Freddy, Joseph, Eric, Kevin and Trevor…” she repeated as she stood on the sidewalk. Those were the five boys that Dinah had accused, the ones who were never leaving this party. Wanda had read their files front to back after POOFing them into her hands this morning, and had not the slightest pang of guilt as to what she was about to do. There had been so many accusations against them, so much fodder for her sense of justice.
So, without further ado she walked up the path and into her first college party.
“DRINK DRINK DRINK DRINK!”
“CHECK THIS OUT GUYS!”
“AH, YOU’RE LEAVING?!”
Judging from the various shouts, it didn’t seem like she was missing much. The most rowdy kids on campus were here in various costumes, causing so much havoc that it was hard to keep track of it. Freddy and the others could be anywhere within this bedlam.
So, with a SNAP of her fingers, Wanda summoned something only she could see: a red arrow above each criminal, pointing down at them.
Being a witch could be fun.
She made her way through the crowd to the first arrow she saw and took stock as she reached him. Trevor Rolfe, the school’s quarterback and all-around meathead. He was so stupid that Wanda had hoped he’d be the weakest link in their joint lie and somehow expose their alibis with regard to Dinah. Alas, no luck. He was as rotten as the rest and just as willing to smear her friend’s name.
To make matters even worse, he was wearing his football uniform as his Halloween costume. Talk about low effort.
Wanda watched as he talked to his running back about tomorrow’s game, scanning his outfit and coming to a decision.
The lunkhead was so inconsiderate that he was wearing metal cleats on hardwood, so that’s the first thing she changed. Slowly, his shoes shrunk and turned into cute white sneakers. His feet were so petite that it was suddenly hard for him to stand, but she compensated for that by watching him lose height, his head lowering further and further as he kept up the conversation. He was looking up at his teammate now, who was blissfully unaware of anything being strange about it. It was only when Trevor’s muscles faded beyond oblivion that the running back began to scoff. This loser hadn’t even made the team. Why was he talking about strategy?
Wanda pursed her lips at the sight of the 5ft1 pipsqueak, who wasn’t even strong enough to carry the team’s water cooler. Part of her wondered if leaving him there was the best option, but even a shrimp like him could still get his hands on a roofie.
So, the changes continued.
She watched as the shoulder pads melted away, showing off Trevor’s narrow frame and slender shape. He could use a bit more to him, but luckily his chest began to push out around this time.
Wanda grinned as his bust and butt began to expand, musing that he was dressed entirely wrong for the night. Sure, it was cute for a girl to dress like a guy on Halloween, in a sort of funny and ridiculous way. But Trevor had been too unimaginative to wear something besides his uniform, so Tina ought to be just as ditzy.
His pantlegs rose higher and higher until they met in the middle and formed a pinkening skirt. The grey became that more vibrant hue as his boxers became a matching panty and as a bra formed to support his growing breasts. A tilt of Wanda’s head coincided with the realization that a girl like Tina would have asked for special permission to modify her uniform and make it as free as she was. So Tina’s shirt shrunk until it showed off her whole belly and most of her ribs, with such a deep cut V that it would perpetually seem as though a nip slip was incoming. That’s half the reason why people came to the games, after all. They were waiting for her DDs to spill out as she jumped up and down, thinking that it was just a matter of time.
Tina reached up and took off her helmet, struggling to hold it up until it had the decency to turn into a light pair of pom poms. The grunt who’d put it on his head had a face seemingly made of granite, but the sprite that took it off in order to let her long hair flow was just as cute as a button.
Wanda handled all the minor stuff, the hairlessness, the tempting legs and the nubile skin, just as her penis withdrew back inside her, replaced by the most fertile womb that magic could offer. Its eggs were all destined to give birth to baby girls, no matter what biology or statistics had to say about it. And, as Tina’s former teammate brazenly oogled her chest, Wanda decided to give even more help. She shortened the skirt until you could see the bottom of her bottom, which was more and more revealed with every swish and flutter. She shrunk her normal panties into a thong, and then a g-string, and then, after a moment to consider, a G-string that was so tight and snug that Tina would be glad to be out of it. The fact that the front was visibly wet would help her get out of it as well.
One down, five to go.

Wanda found her next arrow amidst a thick thong of dudes that smelled like Axe bodyspray. A would-be incel by the name of Kevin was hanging out among them, wearing a white towel as if it were a toga. He was the nerd of the fraternity, the one who got to tag along for their debauchery as long as he did their coursework. Simply put, he should have known better.
Wanda figured she could help him out.
First, she made his costume a bit more spiffy. Ratty fabric became period accurate design. A yellow piece of paper taped to his shoulder became an actual metal clasp to adorn it. What had begun as a thrown together costume ended up a Roman toga so precise that a time traveller wouldn’t have been able to tell the difference.
But there was still one problem with the costume. It was wasted on its wearer.
Wanda decided to make him worthy of it, starting with his body mass. He wasn’t particularly built, but then most of his height, muscle and fat seemed to melt, shifting downwards as if by gravity and pooling at his rear. The flat butt became a pert butt, became a booty that unmistakably poked out the back of toga as if trying to get your attention. His facial structure melted a bit too, his more pronounced and masculine features becoming cute and rounded as his body hair receded inside of him. He was as smooth as could be, with hair down to his shoulders, a cute face and a butt that any girl would kill for.
He was also totally naked under his toga, his permalimp femboy penis dripping as he looked around at the other guys. Every one of them knew he was the easiest hookup on campus, but none of them thought of themselves as gay. Not yet, at least.
Half of them were drinking out of their red solo cups in hopes of dropping their inhibitions, and telling themselves that a guy that pretty was practically a girl already.
Kevin bit his lip as they stole glances at him.
Wanda was already to the next room as he started to twerk, grinding into the blushing guys as his all-natural BBL begged them to reconsider their orientations.
There, the next red arrow was pointing down at Eric Johnson.
Son of a prominent politician with a bright ascendency in his own future, he was the type who always whisked easily through life. He came from a world where looking down on people was alright, because people like him were too high for anyone else to do it. No, people like him just glided along without a care in the world, not even towards those they hurt and abused. Someday, he’d end up some old, crusty Congressman, having never once dealt with real adversity.
Wanda had thought long and hard about what type of fate she deserved, but had eventually decided on something devilishly simple. With a snap of her fingers, she made him transgender.
No, she didn’t morph his body into a feminine form. She didn’t alter reality so that he was suddenly a passable woman with a penis. She didn’t shift around his flesh in even the slightest degree. She just snapped her fingers and watched as a look of sadness and confusion came across his face. The girls he’d just been oogling remained the focus of his gaze, but his expression had shifted from desire to jealousy. He stared at their costumes with envy, with a confusion that a red-blooded American stud such as himself ought not to have.
It was almost as fun to watch as the more concrete shifts that Wanda had been causing, although she would need a bit of patience for this one. She figured it would be at least a year or two before they built up the courage to come out, a year or two of it eating at them from the inside out. From there, who’s to say how their blonde haired, blue eyed family reacted? The planned campaigns for their prodigal son would become a thing of the past. But, Wanda was merciful enough to alter Eric’s drug dealer as well, shifting him from across campus as he laid zonked in his dorm. In this new reality, he no longer dealt with roofies and moreso focused on selling estrogen tablets to closeted dolls.
Wanda was pretty pleased with herself for that one, but even as she watched Eric’s sad and dogfaced expression at being faced with such pretty costumes, her thoughts were on Freddy. They had all lied, all taken part in it, but Freddy was the ring leader. He was the one who talked them all into it, the one who came up with the lies. As she made her way to the next arrow, she was almost disappointed to find Joseph Edelstein.
He was wearing a doctor’s outfit, using it to brazenly flirt with girls that were just barely drunk enough to tolerate him. Imagine being so drunk and stupid that you thought offering girls breasts exams while dressed in a labcoat was a viable way to cop a feel! Still, he kept asking, insisting that they should get checked out for their own health. Wanda supposed that his heart was in the right place. In fact, she could do to help with his services.
So, she crossed her arms and leaned against the wall, thinking that it was probably best to save Freddy for last. You don’t do a grand finale in the middle and besides, looking at Joseph shift wasn’t too bad. His labcoat was shrinking, turning into a dress as all of his other clothes faded away, and as his sneakers turned into white high heels. His underwear totally disappeared, sending a nice autumn draft up his short skirt as the nurse’s uniform completed itself. His stethoscope now hung between his rather impressive cleavage, which was framed by his stark red hair as it flowed down his shoulders. Red was really his color, so Wanda added some flourishes to make it pop. Ruby red lips. Blood red nails. Red accents on his costume to compliment the white of the fabric. Most of the girls around her finally got up the courage to leave as Wanda began to rewrite her reputation from that of a nerdy, desperate premed major to that of a ditzy, easy gal in the nursing program, barely making it through her classes by the grace of D minuses and blowjobs for her professors. Even feminists said she was a slut.
Wanda left in search of Freddy just as the girls left and the guys came, wanting to surround this fiery bimbo and be first in line for their ‘examinations.’

Freddy Sanderson was hot shit among hot shit, the king of the campus and the ruler of the frat. He wielded that reputation like a weapon to keep everyone in line, to shut up girls and make all his brothers fall in behind him. Things that would have gotten others expelled were barely blips on his radar, and the occasion trouble that should have put him in jail hardly made him scoff. Unlike Eric, he didn’t have powerful parents. He didn’t have money or even a build that was that impressive next to the athletes in his frat but he just had a way of using people exactly how he wanted to, of making everything go his way.
Until tonight.
He’d been busy perfecting his costume as the party raged downstairs, figuring he’d arrive fashionably late. Something about the girls leaving their current conversations the second they saw him did wonders for the ego, and his costume had been a bear regardless. Whereas the others had thrown something together in the name of bits and brevity, Freddy had specially ordered a king’s outfit, with a purple flowing cape, furs on his shoulder and a metal crown. Only when it was perfect did he make his way to the door, ready to waltz through his kingdom like a college god deserved.
Instead, he found that he couldn’t even get out of his room.
“Hey!” he said, grunting as his door hit someone outside. They stepped aside to reveal a line in the hall, dozens of dudes waiting to get into the bathroom. Freddy grimaced at the sight, shouting down at them as he left the room.
“Don’t you know we have more bathrooms!?”
One of the guys chuckled. “Not like this one.”
Looking annoyed at not being in on this joke, whatever it was, he pushed his way through and towards the bathroom door.
“Hey, it’s not your-”
Freedy lifted up his scepter as if it actually held regal power, and the guys all shut up. Then, the bathroom door opened, and a dude walked out with a smile.
“Okay boys…” purred Josie Edelstein, licking a bit of white off her lips. “Who’s up next for his reproductive examination?”
Josie was a knockout, but beneath all the hottest of this strange woman, Freddy saw just enough resemblance to take him aback. He looked down at the nametag, the same one his friend had put on this morning as part of his costume, and furrowed his brow.
“Are you Joseph’s cousin or something?”
“Joseph?” she snorted. “Who’s Joseph?”
With that she took a boy by the hand and practically dragged him into the bathroom, getting down on her knees and flicking out her tongue as he closed the door behind them.
Freddy stared ahead, taking a second as the wet sounds from the other side grew louder. “She has the same last name as Joseph…” he muttered, looking to the next guy in line.
“Who the heck is Joseph?” he asked, shaking his head.
Freddy walked aside. Everyone knew Joseph, even if no one particularly wanted to. He made his way down the hall and down the stairs and as he wondered if this was some sort of prank. Maybe the girl upstairs was a hooker they’d hired. She’d have to be the hottest hooker he’d ever seen but still…
‘Hey, Er-dog, you know what’s going on upstairs?“ he asked.
But Eric Johnson, perhaps the most thoughtless and present guy he’d ever met, was deep in his own mind. He took a moment to turn towards Freddy, looking downcast and trying to process the question.
“Uh, huh? No, no idea…” he muttered, once more frowning as he looked out to the girls.
“You okay man?”
“Yeah, just thinking…you know, I hear some guys do drag on Halloween.”
“Yeah, gay ones” scoffed Freddy.
“Nah, on Halloween it’s alright to be whatever you want. It’s just a costume, after all…” added Eric with an awkward chuckle.
“I guess. But what do you care? It’s not like you’d ever dress up as a chick!” laughed Freddy, elbowing Eric’s big, strong arms.
Eric just sighed. “Yeah…right.”
Once more looking confused, Freddy decided to leave Eric be. This was the semester’s biggest rager and he wasn’t going to let weird girls or confused friends ruin it. So he made his way to the alcohol and started the night early, pouring himself a shot before realizing that the drinks looked a little light.
Fucking Kevin. He was supposed to handle the good stuff!
Freddy stormed upstairs, swearing that he’d kill that douche if he was hoarding it in his bedroom again.
“Listen you ass-” he began as he threw the door open.
And saw something he’d never expected to see in his life.
It was Kevin but not Kevin, a femboy lookalike that was so close that it was practically unmistakable. He was wearing a flowy toga that had been flipped up to leave his bottom bare, and show off what could only be described as child-bearing hips. Freddy had never seen a butt that flared out that perfectly, and it seemed like one of the basketball players was taking full advantage.
On Kevin’s bed, in Kevin’s room, this mockery of Kevin was getting railed by a massive 9 inch shaft, moaning out like a dog in heat.
“OH FUCK! Freddy, close the door! I don’t want the whole party to hear it when I squirt!”
The thing before him was so cute that it was only the limp, dangling penis, swinging and flopping softly with each thrust, that showed Freddy the truth.
“Oh that’s the spot Daddy” whined Kevin as he backed himself up further into it, making his own belly bulge slightly.
Freddy slammed the door shut, as if the madness on the other side might try coming after him.
Joseph. Eric. Kevin. Everyone was wrong and so he called up the only one that was left as he barreled back into the party.
“Come on…come on…pick up!” he muttered, until he heard Trevor’s ringtone. “Dude!” he shouted, pushing through the crowd until he reached the one he’d been trying to call…
And found a tiny cheerleader in a skimpy costume, smelling like she’d already had a bit of fun tonight.
“Rolfe?” he asked, in the habit of using Trevor’s last name. That was the only thing that made Tina look up, and extend her tiny hand towards him.
“Tina Rolfe. But haven’t we met before?” she asked, trying to remember if they’d hooked up already.
Freddy staggered back, trying to make sense of this. Halloween pranks were one thing, but no one could find a femboy identical to Kevin or get a hooker to blow a party for a practical joke. He stumbled away, looking down at his phone and only now realizing that his screensaver had changed. All the guys in the picture with him were gone, leaving him alone.
“HEY!” he shouted. His voice was so crazed that the entire party stopped on a dime. “Trevor Rolfe, Joseph Edelstein, Eric Johnson, Kevin Litt…do you guys remember any of them?!”
Everyone stared as if he had lost his mind, as if they might call for help if he kept raving.
“My best friends! Kevin spray painted a penis on the faculty building! Trevor was the quarterback…Please! You guys remember, right?”
Clearly, from the concerned look on their faces, they didn’t.
“I’m not crazy! This is real! This is-”
Suddenly, all the lights went out of the room. The bulbs dimmed, the lamps faded and even the light of cell phones and glow sticks seemed to diminish into darkness. The whole party had stopped, but not in reaction to the dark. It was as though they’d frozen, and even the beer being poured into red solo cups stopped flowing and halted in time.
Then, Wanda walked out from the crowd.
“Wanda, Wanda!” he stammered, hurrying towards her. “Something is wrong. You’re the only one not…you remember my friends, don’t you?”
She nodded, an implacable look on her face.
“What’s happening? Am I dead? Is this-”
“SILENCE!” came a bellowing, inhuman sound from her lips. She smirked as if especially proud of herself for the effect.
Freddy stood there in shock.
“Wow, after all your lies, that finally shut you up. You know there are two things that really upset me during your testimony. The first one was how you described my friend. ‘Asking for it?’ Do people often ‘ask for’ what happened to her? Would anyone?”
Looking around, Freddy cowered backwards. “Wanda-”
“I SAID SILENCE!” came her demand, a fire flickering in her eyes. Freddy didn’t interrupt again.
“Asking for it? What would it even look like to ‘ask for it?’ Showing skin?”
All at once, Freddy’s clothes evaporated, and he threw his hands over his member in shock.
“No, suggestive clothing. That would do it, right? A shirt that’s practically a bra?”
Freddy felt a weight growing on his chest as massive breasts began to push out from it, filling in a tiny top until his massive rack seemed as though it would bust the poor fabric at the seams. They were sensitive, pert and perky, standing up tall despite being the size of watermelons.
“Tiny little booty shorts?“ mused Wanda, as Freddy’s waist painfully expanded, bones breaking and remolding in his ribs and hips. It didn’t have to be painful, but Wanda wanted the reformation of his entire skeleton to carry the hurt he deserved. Soon he was her height, looking into her eyes before glancing down to his lithe, hourglass figure, and the massive rear behind it. It wasn’t quite as hefty as Kevin’s, more of a bubble butt, but it certainly made an impression in the tiny shorts he was now wearing.
His body hair fell away. His face reformed as with the rest of his bone structure. His hair began to tickle the back of his neck as it slowly turned a bright, fake shade of blonde which it would be forever.
“Long nails?” she added as his became a long, natural French tip.
“Makeup?”
Slowly, he felt the taste of gloss on his lips.
“Even the wrong earrings is enough for you boys to say they were asking for it” she growled, as big, gold hoops now hung from the bottom of Freddy’s earlobes.
“Please, Wanda…” whimpered Freddy in his now high pitched voice, hoping that she was done. Wanda just smirked at his new tone. It would be impossible to ever take her seriously while she spoke like that.
“Oh, I think I figured it out! The ultimate test of if someone is asking for it! The only thing that matters to guys like you! They’re asking for it, just by being a woman!”
Suddenly, Freddy felt a pressure down below, as if there was an emptiness that was sucking everything inside. He reached into his shorts to try grabbing it, to try holding his penis as this was a tug of war that he could hope to win. But it slipped through his fingers, disappearing into a new slit as the presence of a female reproductive system hit him like a ton of bricks. He doubled over as his organs were replaced and shifted to make room for it.
“So, Felicity, how does it feel to be asking for it?” sneered Wanda, her hate showing more than her satisfaction. Even the process of justice wasn’t enough to make her enjoy the sight of this pig.
“How are you doing this?!” she wailed in terror.
“I can alter reality, honey. Meaning that not only are you a girl now, but you’ve always been a girl. Freddy never existed. Everyone knows you as Felicity. For all time, both retroactive and into future, you are this.”
Felicity stepped back, only to fall on her butt due to the new presence of her 6 inch heels. “Why do I-”
“Why do you still remember?” she asked, seeing they weren’t quite as dumb as they looked. “Because that’s the second thing that struck me: how terrible it is to know the truth and for no one to believe you. To be seen as crazy, or a liar. So I’m leaving your mind intact, because of your attempt at gaslighting the world. From now on, whenever you try to explain that you’re a guy, that you’re Freddy or that I’m a witch, people will look at you like they looked at Dinah. Like you’re a lunatic for telling the truth.”
Felicity whimpered. “I’m sorry. This doesn’t make it right though. Vengeance is wrong…and all that…” she tried to plead, but Wanda just shook her head.
“Actually, it does make it right. You guys were never straight men, so Dinah gets to have her innocence back. And this isn’t revenge. This is rehabilitation. Repurposing” she told Felicity as she walked closer, nearly eye to eye with her. Even then, she couldn’t help looking down at her ridiculous chest. She looked like a bad manga artist’s attempt at drawing a hot woman. But that just made her fate even better. “Do you know what’s going to happen when I restart time?”
Felicity shook her head with a pathetic pout.
“A deep urge from inside you is going to compel you to stay. You’re going to flaunt yourself, and get the attention of the creeps away from the real women. It’s going to be an instinct, deep within, as impossible to resist as the urge to breathe. You’re going to be able to sniff out roofies like a bloodhound and drink them before the girls they’re meant for. You’re going to act as interference for every girl who could have suffered Dinah’s fate, taking one for the team every time a guy wants to take advantage of someone. You’re going to have your mind, but every night you’re going to be compelled to go out there and well…to ask for it.”
Felicity whimpered.
Wanda leaned forward and patted her on the head. As she pulled her hand away, Felicity’s crown was replaced with a tiara and a sash that said “Queen S​​lut.”
With that the lights came up, the people moved, and Wanda disappeared from view. Felicity got up and tried her best to move in the heels, knowing she had to find that witch. But instead of reaching the door, she felt a strange sense within her, urging her to turn towards a guy that was getting handsy with a coed.
“Hey bro!” she shouted, getting the attention of both the jock and the girl desperately trying to evade his hands. “How do you like these?”
With that she reached down and pulled her top up, revealing her massive chest as the bro smiled. As he left the other girl to her getaway, Felicity blushed a deep red. Shame and horror followed the realization of what her life was about to become, and what this douche was going to do to her upstairs.

Meanwhile, Wanda sat in her dorm as Dinah showed off her costume.
“A hot witch, seriously?” smirked Wanda as her roommate shrugged.
“I just had…I don’t know. Came to me in a dream, I guess. Does it look good?”
“Yeah” said Wanda, a look of happy contentment on her face. “You look great. Still on for a study session tomorrow?”
“Duh” said Dinah, heading out the door. “I want to graduate, after all!”
Wanda sat there, glad to see that her friend was back on track. Maybe it was the magic. Maybe it was seeing how much this night excited Dinah. But she decided that maybe she ought to change a bit too.
“Wait up!” she said, catching up to her roommate in the hall, now wearing a Zatanna costume.
“Is Wendy going out on a Friday night?” gasped her friend with teasing shock.
“Maybe. As long as we steer clear of Alpha Sigma Sigma.”
“Don’t worry” laughed Dinah as the bffs made their way out onto a now-safer campus. “I wouldn’t be caught dead near those sluts.”