Morgan scrolled listlessly through her phone, trying desperately to ignore the screeching banshee in the room next to her.

Neil and Marina were fucking again. Even if the walls were thick she’d be able to hear the wailing. But they weren’t. The walls of the flat were paper thin, and she could hear every adjustment, every wet thump, every muttered word. Or at least, she would have, if it wasn’t for Marina screaming over all of it.

Some people were loud when they had sex. Whatever. It was a preference, and Morgan wasn’t going to knock it. But Marina took it to a whole other level. Every time Neil had her over, she moaned and cursed like she had never even been touched before. Which was a shame, because Neil...

Neil was hot as fuck. Sometimes, in between the pornstar-cringe moaning, Morgan caught a soft groan from Neil, a muttered curse of pleasure, and the barest syllables that sent a trill of pleasure down her. The idea of being in Marina’s place, running her hands over Neil’s smooth, chiseled body...

A grunt of annoyance came from the other room. “Seriously?” Marina’s voice was shrill and petulant.

Neil’s voice was worried. “Oh shit, I’m sorry babe, I—“

“You always fucking do this.”

“I just got a little soft. We can—“

“Just stop, Neil, ” Marina’s voice came again. “God. What kind of a man are you?”

“Hey, look, Marina...”

He’d gone soft during sex. Probably because you have a voice like nails on a chalkboard. Neil was apologizing profusely, but Marina wasn’t having it. Morgan heard the rustle of clothes being put on as she berated him. A minute later, Neil’s bedroom door slammed shut, as did the front door soon after that. Marina had left, leaving Neil, alone, in his room.

Morgan’s heart ached for him. A part of her—a very loud part of her—wanted to go to his room. Comfort him. Tell him he didn’t need her, and let me just take care of you...

Morgan shook her head. Neil would never cheat on anyone—even if that someone was a soul sucking demon like Marina. And if he had, Morgan would know.

There were four of them renting the single floor flat together, a flat comprised of a kitchen, two bathrooms (thank god), and a landing. It was not big—when anyone brought anyone over, they all knew it.

Morgan was at the end of the hallway, sharing a wall with not one but two of her flatmates. Neil was to her right, and Fin was to her left. Sammy had the room on the other side of the kitchen, affording her the most privacy—not that she really needed it. Her boyfriend was long distance, and as a med student, any moment not spent chatting with him was spent bent over her desk studying. Which was a problem.

Because Morgan was hopelessly enamoured by each and every single one of her flatmates.

Sammy was one of the most beautiful girls Morgan had ever seen—a curvy, dazzling goddess with tits Morgana would kill for. Neil, up until last year, had played soccer for the university team, and he still kept his lean figure toned and tight. Morgan was famously polyamorous, but she would have gone full commitment if either of them gave her half a chance.

But both of them were in relationships. Shitty ones, but relationships nonetheless. The only one single was Fin, but he barely left his room.

Fin was the shy, nerdy type, one that thankfully bucked the stereotype and actually kept good care of himself. He had these piercing blue eyes that made Morgan’s breath catch every time she met them, and made her fantasize those eyes meeting hers as his mouth trailed down her thighs...

Not that he seemed interested. Morgan could hear him, clacking away at his keyboard, probably blasting music over headphones so he didn’t have to hear Neil. Morgan sighed, opening back up her phone. It was Saturday night. She was horny. The people she really wanted weren’t interested, so time to find a substitute.

Morgan opened up her iMessage and started scrolling through the list of bootycalls and fun flings. Jake? No. Amir? Nah. Erin? Absolutely not. Aliyana...?

Maybe.

She typed a quick message.

“hey. Whatcha up to?”

A moment later, a response came.

“Omg hiiii. I’m down at Davie’s. You wanna come?”

Davies. A club downtown. That would involve an Uber, and a cover charge, and probably a certain amount of drugs...

Ugh. She didn’t feel like it. Not tonight.

“Oh damn guess you’re having fun. Not my speed tonight. Have a shot for me :*”

“You sure? You’ll miss out on this ;) “

A picture came in a moment later. Holy shit.

Aliyana was drinking from a bottle, her head tilted back and her eyes closed. The beer was frothing and purposefully mostly missing her mouth, cascading down to cover her tits. A second girl was running her tongue along the mound of Aliyana’s breast, catching the beer as it spilled.

Okay. Fuck. Maybe Morgan did want to go out. Her pussy still ached from picturing Neil. But by the time she got there... Aliyana would have moved on. And she’d just be horny and $60 down. Maybe—

Her thoughts were interrupted by a soft grunt from Fin’s room.

The clacking of his keys had gone silent. Slowly, she crept towards the wall they shared and pressed her ear to it.

A rhythmic and unmistakable sound greeted her.

Fin was jerking off. She could hear the soft fapping through the wall, the low grunts of pleasure he made, thinking no one else could hear.

Morgan’s fingers slipped into her underwear, finding her pussy already soaking. She began to rub with him, matching his tempo. As she did, Morgan closed her eyes. She pictured him, seated in his computer chair, straining cock in his hands. She pictured straddling him, lowering herself on to him. Running her hands through his dark hair as she took his length to the base, tracing the line of his jaw with her fingers.

He was speeding up now, and Morgan sunk two fingers into her, frantically keeping pace. Could he hear her? She hoped he could. She hoped he could hear the moan that escaped her lips, the thud of her against the wall as her body jerked in ecstasy. Fin gave a strangled cry as he came, and Morgan did too. Contracting around her fingers as waves of pleasure crashed over her.

She got to her feet on shaky legs, her pussy still leaking down her thigh. Collapsed into her bed. And immediately fell asleep.

“You sure?”

“Of course I’m sure. Why wouldn’t I be sure? “

“Just—aren’t you leaving this a bit last minute?”

“She’ll be great. Trust me.”

Morgan felt a warm heat around her, like an embrace. “Shh” a voice was saying. “Shhh. Tomorrow’s a big day.”

Morgan woke up the next morning feeling sore—far too sore, considering all she did last night was finger herself and pass out. Ugh. Her head was killing her, like a hangover but somehow worse. She blinked slowly at the edge of her bed, willing her mind to calibrate. She groaned as she took an uneasy step, her joints creaking in protest. Was she sure she hadn't gone out last night? She sure felt like she had. She stumbled over to the desk. Grabbed the half full bottle of water she kept there. Caught a glance of herself in the mirror. And screamed.

The woman staring back at her was not Morgan.

Morgan stumbled back, swirling as though someone else was in the room with her. Crashed into her bedside table, sending an empty mug sprawling across the floor. She cursed. Perched on her bed. Eyes glancing around furiously.

No one was around. It was just her. Slowly, Morgan crept back to the mirror.

The same, unfamiliar woman stared back.

In place of a mousy brunette stood a tall, curvaceous, dark-haired woman. Morgan glanced down at herself, then back in the mirror. Pinched herself to make sure she wasn’t dreaming. The tits were certainly real. She gave an experimental squeeze. They filled her hands in a way that hers never had. Maybe—

Her thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door. “Morgan?” Neil’s voice came from the other side of the door. “You alright?”

Morgan stifled another shriek. “Yes! Yes, I’m fine! Sorry.” She was honestly somewhat surprised to hear her own voice ring out. “Just dropped a cup.”

“I swear to god, if you’ve broken my mug, ” Neil laughed on the other side of the door. “Okay, just making sure.”

“Appreciate you, ” Morgan said. She breathed a sigh of relief as Neil walked away from the door. Looked back at the mirror.

The dark-haired woman was gone. She was Morgana again.

She blinked. Had she imagined that? She placed her hand to her chest. That had felt real. Suddenly, her breasts blossomed in size in her hands. Morgan let out another shriek. She had to stop doing that.

Okay... what is happening?

She looked at the mirror, at her blue eyes. What if they were... green? Immediately, her eyes changed hue. They changed the same for brown. Grey. Purple—damn, that looked sweet. Red. Gold.

Her hair likewise could change colour with a thought. So could her nose. Her lips. Over the next hour, she explored every single part of herself, fully naked in front of the mirror. At a thought, she rose to be over six foot tall, with abs you could shred cheese on. Then she was a five foot waif. Then a tan, pouty-lipped bimbo. Then a supermodel.

Finally came the ultimate test. Other people. Could she mimic other people?

Morgan didn’t know why she chose Marina. Maybe she was just at the front of her mind after last night. Maybe it was because the platinum-blonde diva had a banging body. Who’s to say. Morgan pulled up Neil’s instagram, scrolling for a picture of the two of them. First one, a selfie taken on the beach, the sunset behind them. They had clearly just come out of the water, and their bodies glistened in the setting sun. Fuck they were hot together.

Morgan shook the encroaching dirty thoughts from her mind. Focus. Marina. Morgan took in Marina’s carefully sculpted features, her tan legs, her taut stomach, the slope of her shoulders. Put down her phone. Then looked in the mirror.

Marina stared back.

Morgan smiled in shock and satisfaction. Then, as if to prove it was real, started to get dressed. She had the strangest desire to go about her day in this form as long as possible. None of this felt real. Like she was going to blink at any moment and wake up. And so she was going to challenge this weird dream for as long as she could. Just how many boring, mundane tasks could she do as Marina before the illusion ended?

Besides, Neil had left a few minutes ago, and with him gone, she had the house to herself until this evening.

Morgan squeezed open her door. She knew everyone was gone, but even so, she called out. “Hello?”

Nothing.

She waited another moment, then cautiously exited her room.

She went to the bathroom first to wash up, and was somewhat surprised to find Marina’s face still staring back at her. She watched in the mirror as Marina went about her daily routine. Every time Morgan looked up, a small shock went through her. She kept on expecting this, whatever it was, to end.

But it didn’t.

She showered. Got dressed. Made herself a bowl of oatmeal. Did the dishes. Then opened her phone, and flipped to the camera.

She was still Marina.

Morgan sat down on the couch, concentrating inside herself.

She had always had vivid dreams, ever since she was little. And right now, her logical mind was telling her that this must be one. But it didn’t feel the same. It felt real, in a way that no dream ever had. She could feel the old, threadbare couch beneath her. Hear the birds calling outside, the gentle rattle of the early summer wind. She looked down at her hands, that weren’t hers.

Maybe I’ve just gone crazy.

That seemed the most obvious solution. She turned her gaze inside herself, concentrating on her limbs, her stomach. Did she feel sick at all? Cramping?

Then she felt it. A small strain, right in her core. Like she was holding something. Carefully, she let it go.

Beneath her, her legs and hands returned to her own.

Experimentally, she tensed again. Her body resumed the shape of—

“Marina?”

Morgan shot out of her seat, heart pounding. Neil was standing in front of her, bag slung over one shoulder, puzzled. Morgan looked down at her hands. Still Marina’s tanned skin.

Shit. Shit shit shit.

“Um, ” Neil said. “What are you doing here?”

What could she do? She couldn’t change back—not in front of Neil. And he was seeing her! He was talking to her like she was Marina!

Morgan felt a sense of vertigo come over her. Neil saw it too. This shifting—it wasn’t some hallucination. This was real.

And meant she was in real shit here.

“Uh, ” she said eloquently. Morgan’s own voice came out. She concentrated, grabbed the thread deep inside her, and pictured Marina’s annoying shrill voice.

“I was waiting for you, ” she said, and this time, Marina’s voice came out.

Neil looked at her in confusion. “You were? Did someone—“

“Morgan let me in, yeah, ” she said. She didn’t know where she was going with this. She should leave. Right? Somehow.

“Oh. Okay, well...” Neil trailed off, looking uncomfortable. “Listen. I wanted to apologize for last night.”

Last night? What—

Oh.

Shit. Marina had stormed out. The last time they’d seen each other, she’d been yelling at him. Fuck, there went her plan of a girlfriend surprising her boyfriend. Not that it was much of a plan to begin with.

“No, you don’t have to, ” Morgan rushed out. “I overreacted.”

“No, no I feel bad, ” Neil said, stepping towards her.

What? He felt bad? Jesus, this girl had him wrapped around his finger.

“Really, ” Morgan said. “Don’t. These things happen. Totally normal.”

Neil took another step closer, and Morgan’s heart did a somersault. She could smell him now, salty and warm. “No really, ” he said. “I’ve been thinking of this all morning. Let me make it up to you.” And before Morgan could react, he grabbed her and pulled her into a kiss.

Now this, Morgan knew, was wrong. Probably. Most likely. A part of her brain told her to break this off. A much larger part of her brain, the part that had fantasized about him since she’d moved in, grabbed his hair and pulled him in.

Their lips met, and parted, and their tongues danced together as their bodies melted into each other. He was a fantastic kisser, and Morgan found her hands running down his body, across his chest and down his abs. A hunger burned in her. She wanted to rip his clothes off, to feel every inch of him. She wanted to taste his sweat and his fluids, wanted to make him writhe with pleasure.

But she couldn’t. This wasn’t right. Neil, through some magic that Morgan still didn’t understand, thought he was kissing his girlfriend. Morgan broke off the kiss, and pulled away. “Neil...”

Neil responded by moving his lips down to her neck, and the rest of Morgan’s protests died in her throat. Then his hands were under her shirt, fondling her breasts. Then her shirt was off. She hadn’t worn a bra—none of hers would have fit—and Neil’s mouth was on her breasts, kissing, sucking.

Morgan let out a low moan. “Neil...” she said again, but this time it was more in pleasure. “Should we—“

“Did Morgan say how long she’d be gone?” Neil said.

For a couple minutes. Say she’ll be back in a couple minutes.

“All day, ” Morgan said.

You bitch.

Neil smiled, and lifted her on to the couch. Morgan let out a little squeak. “Come on, ” he said. “We have the house to ourselves then.”

His hands found the space between her legs, and Morgan’s last shred of willpower melted away. Her pants were off, and then her panties. She was beginning to understand why Marina got so loud—Neil was magic with his fingers. She gasped as he nimbly caressed her clit, sending lines of pleasure across her body.

Morgan wasn’t going to last long. Already, she could feel the heat of orgasm building within her. But she didn’t want him to stop. Wanted to continue forever with Neil looming over her, dedicated to her pleasure.

Then he leaned down, and kissed her clit. With the same motion, he plunged his fingers into her, and Morgan came.

Her hips bucked wildly, her legs sprawling, but Neil did not relent, continuing to lick and suck and finger until finally, with a desperate shove, Morgan pushed him off her.

“Okay, ” she said breathlessly. “Okay. You’ve made it up to me. Good boy.”

Neil gave her pussy a parting kiss, one that sent a trill of pleasure through her, and sat up. He was shirtless, and Morgan let her eyes wander hungrily down his toned body, to the tempting V of his hips that vanished into his jeans. He still had his pants on. Morgan was naked and he still had his pants on.

She checked that core of her. It was still taut. She was still Marina. And while she was Marina, what was the harm, really? Why shouldn’t her hand reach to his belt buckle and tug it loose?

“Sit, ” she said. Neil sat on the couch, and Morgan stood up above him. She took a moment to let his gaze rove across her as well, this super model body she had borrowed. Then, she dropped to her knees, and pulled his pants down.

Neil’s cock sprung free, throbbing and hard. Morgan took it in her hands reverently, marveling at how it filled her grasp.

“Marina..?” Neil gasped. “What are you doing?”

A flicker of doubt crossed Morgan’s mind. Had she done something wrong? “You deserve a reward, ” she said. Is that how Marina talked in foreplay? Morgan only ever heard her screeching.

“I thought—you said you didn’t do blowjobs.”

That made Morgan stop. Neil had just given her maybe the best head of her life. The boy was a gift. Was he saying Marina had never reciprocated?

Fuck that. That was changing today.

Somewhere in her mind, Morgan meant to say something justifying the change in behaviour from his supposed girlfriend. Something like “just this once” or “you deserve a reward”. But before she could think of anything, her lips were already wrapped around the head of his cock.

He had a beautiful cock, thick and veiny in a way that filled her mouth. Morgan marveled at his taste, his scent, as she began to slowly bob her head up and down.

Morgan had never been able to deep throat, but that never stopped her from trying. She shoved his cock into the back of her throat until she felt herself gag, then pulled out, planting kisses along his shaft before she tried again.

“Holy fuck, ” Neil moaned.

Morgan looked up at him as she sucked him back into her mouth. He was staring down at her, eyes half closed with pleasure and lust. He cupped the side of her head with his hand, and they locked eyes.

There was something primal in his gaze. Something that caused Morgan to quiver. Like he wanted to own her, to call her his, to use her. He wasn’t going to act on it—that wasn’t the relationship he had with Marina. But Morgan so desperately wished he would. Her fingers found the spot between her legs and began to run furiously as she tried, with renewed determination, to take Neil down her throat.

An idea came to Morgan then, somehow, through her hormone soaked brain. She didn’t know exactly what controls the gag reflex. But what if she grabbed that thread within herself and just... turned her gag reflex off.

Experimentally, Morgan pushed herself down on him again. She had to readjust herself—his cock was still huge and rock-hard—but she moaned in satisfaction as she felt him finally enter her throat. She pushed herself all the way down, loving at how he filled her.

“Marina...” Neil said in wonder.

Yeah, I’m setting the bar way too high.

But Morgan didn’t care. Her fingers worked furiously on her crotch as she slowly began to fuck her own mouth. A soft string of curses from Neil pushed Morgan on. Faster. Deeper. She could feel herself getting close again, and she wanted—no, needed—him to cum with her.

“Marina, I’m—“

Morgan clamped her mouth over his cock and sucked hard, burying him in her throat as he finally came. His hips bucked wildly, his cock pulsating with each burst. She moaned into his cock with ecstasy as he brought on her own orgasm, sucking desperately as they came together.

Morgan slowly brought her head up, gently sucking the last drops from Neil before releasing him. She panted from her position on the floor, her drool splattered tits heaving with every breath.

“That was...” Neil started.

But Morgan had stopped listening. Something had changed inside of her. A feeling, a connection. That infinitesimal thread she had been mentally clinging to to keep her form. It had... expanded. She now felt a similar one within Neil. She placed her hand on his chest, and gazed up at him.

Purple, she thought.

Neil’s eyes turned purple.

“Is something wrong?” Neil asked.

Before she could respond, they were interrupted by a slam of the door downstairs.

Shit.

They both staggered to their feet, snatching discarded clothing, and bolted to Neil’s room. They heard Finn climbing the stairs just as Neil closed the door.

Neil let out a relieved breath, then laughed. “That was close, ” he said, and flashed a smile at her.

God, he was so handsome. Standing there, light sweat beaded across his body, still bathing in the post orgasm glow. Morgan wanted to mount him, to feel that perfect dick buried all the way inside her. And she could see he had the same idea, his eyes roving dangerously over her once again.

But that was a step too far.

“I should get going, ” she said. She released his change, letting his eyes return to their normal colour before he could notice.

Neil’s expression fell a little, though he did his best to hide it.

“Hey, ” Morgan said, and she came close and planted a kiss on his cheek. “You’re wonderful. I’ll see you soon.”

The smile returned. “Course, ” Neil said. “Now let’s see where your bra ran off to.”

They said their goodbyes, and Morgan got herself out as quickly as possible. She realized she didn’t have any shoes for Marina’s feet, so she just threw on a pair of her own that she didn’t wear that much and hoped Neil didn’t notice. She walked around to the back of the house they rented in, to the tiny back yard that was only used for keeping the garbage bins, and leaned against a wall. One thought had been riding non-stop through her head.

This is real.

This wasn’t a dream. Or a hallucination. She could suddenly, inexplicably, change her shape. Not only that, she could change other people’s too? At least, Neil’s. It was ludicrous and insane and all she wanted to do was try it out more.

But not right now. She was exhausted, and badly needed a shower. With a sigh, she let herself melt back into the body of plain old Morgan.

A shocked gasp caused her to whip her head around. Standing there, trash bag in hand, eyes wide, was Finn.