As the chaos died down around the inflatable demoness with life-like attached dildo, two guys and a girl
having claimed a spot in the coveted 'not to be changed' pool of onlookers. A few horny teens, likely ones who
weren't likely to get any action on their own, were still having fun with the toy as Kylie scanned the crowd
for her next 'volunteers.'
"You there, the one in the ghost costume. Let's see your face." The witch snapped her fingers and a sudden
gust of wind caught the edge of a plain white sheet and whipped it up over the boy's head who was hiding under
it.
Bryan Dumple was a nerd, a big one, and he conformed to what a lot of people imagined when they thought of the
stereotype. He had thick, curly brown hair that was dangerously close to being a greasy mullet. His black-
rimmed glasses were foggy from his heavy breathing underneath the sheet and the smudges from his oily cheeks
rubbing against the bottom. Bryan had a mild case of acne, was uncomfortably overweight with a large tummy
straining against his button up shirt and suspenders, and buck teeth that he was trying to straighten with
orthodontic braces. When he got nervous, as he was while the witch scrutinized him, he tended to sweat
profusely and end up with an odor not unlike smelly feet and wet dog.
"Perfect," Kylie said. She beckoned him up on stage while continuing her search. An idea was forming in her
mind. She quickly spotted a few other participants and had them reluctantly climb the stage steps and stand in
front of everyone along with Bryan.
Stacy Matthews was, like Bryan, an outcast. She wore frumpy, over-sized sweaters in faded colors to try and
hide her own spare tire around the middle. Her short, stringy hair was a drab brown and stuck to her forehead
or her red, pudgy cheeks. Her nose was fat and slightly upturned, giving her a piggish appearance and a
tendency to snort when she needed to catch her breath and snore loudly when she slept. She had blotchy skin,
acne down her back, and a wide rear end that required specially tailored pants to fit right. She was dressed
in an ill-fitting store-bought princess costume and was regretting her attendance to the party as she stared
nervously out at the watching faces.
Next to her, but not too close, was Kevin Willow, the center and captain of the school's soccer team. He was
tall and lean with wavy blond hair and sparkling blue eyes. He had a nice tan from being outside all the time
and was in excellent shape. He was dressed as an Egyptian prince, his muscular chest bare for all to see,
including his washboard abs. A white wrap hugged his slim hips and accented his toned ass, his lean, athletic
legs also being showed off below. His attention wasn't on the two losers next to him, but on the final
participant to his right.
Gwen Jones was on the cheer squad with Jen and also head of the school's volunteer club. She prided herself on
her image of a kind, caring girl when really all she wanted was to leverage her image into a good school and
leave the town behind her. Her long, straight black hair fell to the middle of her back and shimmered in the
light, thanks to a glitter spray she had used earlier. She had smooth, olive skin from her Italian father and
perfect pink lips and bright green eyes thanks to her mother. From cheer she had a lithe, athletic body with a
firm stomach, tight booty, and long, lean legs for miles. Her breasts were a large C cup, nearing a D, and she
enjoyed wearing a push-up bra to accentuate them. Her costume was that of a sexy pirate wench, with a short,
tattered skirt, leather boots, and a deep, cleavage-revealing top that was closer to a bikini top than a real
shirt.
With her new batch of students before her, Kylie began to explain what would happen. "I've been having a lot
of fun with my games," she said, "that I'm going to keep them coming. This time it's a team competition. Each
popular student will be paired with a loser. The popular one will need to change his or her teammate into
someone similar to themselves. That is, popular." The witch paused to smile as Kevin and Gwen looked at Bryan
and Stacy with barely concealed contempt and disgust.
"You can only make small changes, one at a time, but if you make them clever then several things might change
from just one nudge. The first team to reach the goal wins."
"That doesn't seem so bad," said Gwen, brightening slightly. She could give one of them a makeover, that was
easy enough.
Kylie held up a finger. "There's a catch. For every change you make to your partner, one will happen to you.
It will be a surprise, I'm sure. You might even find some new thoughts in your pretty heads, some new urges
and wants, so you'll have to fight against them to reach your goal. If you end up changing your partner too
far from popular, you'll lose. So losers? Help your partners out by keeping them focused on what they need to
do."
"So Gwen and I have to just turn our loser into a popular version of themselves without getting sidetracked
with whatever is happening to us?" Kevin asked. "How will we know when the goal has been met?"
"Your partner will tell you. They'll be completely honest about what they want you to give them, how's that?"
Kylie snapped her fingers and both Bryan and Stacy lost their inhibitions and felt some of their shyness melt
away. "Is that everything? Excellent." The witch clapped her hands. "Now, if you have any other questions feel
free to blurt them out but for now how shall I divide you? Should it be boys verses girls or one of each?"