The evening passed quickly and without incident. We ordered pizza, played video games until the early hours, crawled into our sleeping bags
and drifted off.
It was noonish when I woke up. The others will still asleep, but I was wide awake. I didn't want to wake anyone, so I grabbed my phone and
began to play angry birds.
A few minutes later, Alex mumbled something in his sleep. He was on the floor next to me. It had been warm in the night, so he'd unzipped his
sleeping bag. As I was looking at him, he rolled over toward me and fell out of his bag.
He was wearing nothing but a pair of loose, black boxers, tenting under the force of his morning wood. His chest was so close to me I could
smell the sweat on him and looking down at his crotch, there was a gap between the elastic and his abdomen. I could clearly see the base of
his cock. I blushed and found myself going hard.
The room was very hot. I held my hands over my hard on and made for the bathroom, up on the first floor. The image of Alex's cock was
ingrained in my mind, and no matter what I thought about, my hard on wasn't going down. Tentatively, I reached into my shorts and began to
rub one out.
It didn't take long. Afterward, I mopped up with toilet paper and made sure it was well hidden in the trash. I washed my hands and checked the
mirror to see if there was any come on me. I screamed.
My ears had became tall, donkey ears. I clasped my hands over them, astonished that I could feel them there. I pulled at them, surprised when
that hurt. I flopped them down in front of my eyes, determined to see them for real. I tried to wake up from the dream but couldn't. I didn't
make the connection between what had happened to me and the game last night, I was just freaked out.
Time passed and the reality began to sink in. I sat on the toilet and tried to make sense of the situation. That's when I made the connection.
That freaked me out again. I stood and paced the room. Time stubbornly continued to pass and the issue of what to do next was becoming a
problem.
I hid in the bathroom for almost half an hour, knowing that once the others knew it would make it true. Then I heard movement downstairs and
was scared somebody would come up to use the bathroom. I stepped out and slowly walked downstairs. I dreaded it so much I was half
expecting the world to implode. I went down to the basement and stood outside the door, listening to the voices of my friends inside. I wasn't
in my right frame of mind, so I knocked on the door. I heard them puzzle over this for a moment, wondering why I didn't just walk in. It was
Alex who answered.
His frown slowly turned into schock. The other two weren't looking at me but neither of us were cogent enough to attract their attention. It
was Joe who noticed first and pointed me out to Lysander.
"What?" he said, then added, "Fuck, what happened to your ears?"
"I think it was your spell card," I told him. My voice trembled more than I had expected.
"Are those donkey ears?" Lysander asked.
I nodded. "Fuck," he said.
Alex reached out and touched one of my ears. I flinched, not used to how it felt.
"Tits!" Lysander shouted, "Boobs! Vagina! Hot ass! Spanking! Cunnilingus!"
"Stop it!" said Alex. I looked at him and tried desperately not to notice he was in his boxers.
I fell over, yelping, and once I was down I couldn't get up again. My feet had turned into hooves, nestled in thick, grey-brown fur. I looked back
at Lysander and saw a granite statue wearing his underwear.