Delilah Morgenstern grinned approvingly at the poster she'd just hung up over her bed in the dorm. It depicted A red-skinned succubus wearing nothing but a leather bikini as she lounged on a rock in the midst of a fiery Hellscape. The seductive creature had massive horns growing from her head, a reptilian tail snaking around her left leg, and a pair of impressive draconic wings unfurling behind her. Her breasts had to be at least D cups, and her thighs had curves for days. But what Delilah loved the most about the erotic fiend on her poster has her facial expression, which radiated self-confidence and playful energy.
Delilah sighed. Her name promised an impish seductress, a naughty sex goddess. Instead, she was a shy little mouse of a girl. The 18-year-old freshwoman was still a virgin. In fact, she hadn't ever even been kissed. Her old high school had been filled with cute boys and girls, but she'd never had the nerve to ask any of them out. Why was it so hard to be the wild little scamp she wanted to be? She'd hoped that college would change her, that this big life change would transform her personal life into a whirlwind of sex and clubbing, but she still didn't feel any different. She'd wanted to ask out her cute Roommate Alyssa Faust since they'd met, but the words just caught in her throat every time she tried.
Delilah tried not to cry as she turned to the mirror. What had even made her entertain the notion of becoming Alyssa Faust's girlfriend? Alyssa was a redheaded bombshell with full lips and a gloriously buxom chest. She was a badass daredevil who had the balls to cover her arms and legs with tattoos. Delilah, on the other hand, had frizzy brown hair, ugly glasses, excessive freckles, and a rail-thin and boobless body that made her look like a stick figure. Why would a hottie like Alyssa ever give a shy, plain girl like Delilah the time of day?
"Hey there, Delilah!" Alyssa called out as she entered the dorm carrying a box of her things. She sat down the box and shrugged out of her leather jacket, exposing her tattooed arms before exhaustedly running a hand through her red pixie cut. "Man, moving in is a shit ton of work. It's so weird to think that we've been hauling our crap in here for a whole week and STILL somehow finding time to attend class."
"I know what you mean, Alyssa," Delilah nodded, struggling to not blush at how gorgeous Alyssa was.
"Damn straight," Alyssa laughed. "Me and some of the girls are going clubbing tonight to unwind. You wanna come?"
"I wish!" Delilah chuckled humorlessly. "I just don't have your wild instincts."
"Oh, I don't know about that," Alyssa smirked, staring at the poster of the nearly naked succubus over Delilah's bed. "I mean, you hung that beauty up. Seems pretty wild to me."
"I just like to look at it and dream," Delilah sighed. "I wish I could be the demon in that scene. I want to be beautiful, naughty, fun, magnetic, erotic, and powerful. All the things that I'm not."
Alyssa opened her mouth to say something reassuring, but the words died in her mouth when she noticed something odd. "The fuck?!" she gasped. "Is the surface of that poster rippling?!"
Delilah turned to look at the poster. "Hey, it is! Seriously, that the hell?"
Little did either girl know that the poster was magical, and it was about to change both of their lives forever.