Somewhere, in whatever pocket universe Spooky High School exists in…
“So, you’re absolutely sure that’ll work?” Polly Geist, the fan-favourite and all around best party ghost enrolled at Spooky High School, remained sceptical.
Her friend, the diminutive yet talented reanimated corpse named Victoria, shot her a look of annoyance. She was tinkering with some sort of pseudo-scientific device about the size of a 1990’s cellular phone. It actually was one of those phones, but with a few added knobs and screens that gave it a Hollywood B-movie sci-fi effect. You get the picture.
“Look, you asked for my help with this…experiment…of yours. And believe me, no one is more excited about supernatural experimentation than yours truly. But if you want me to be sure that it works, then just let me work and STOP ASKING QUESTIONS.” Sparks flew from Victoria’s neck bolts as she spoke.
Polly winked back. “You got it, boo!” She hovered on her back and took a long slurp from her drink.
“What’re you even drinking?” Victoria asked, refusing to look up from her device as she began adjusting the settings. “I thought you couldn’t actually eat or drink. You know. Because you’re dead an all.”
“Ectoplasm laced with LSD” Polly replied, not skipping a beat. She took another sip.
“Huh.” Victoria continued on, unfazed.
“Gotta be on my top game when you get that little doohickey working. This whole thing’s new for me. And I’ve been dead a looooong time, so that’s saying something. I’ve done a lot of things. I've also done it with a lot of things.”
“I know.” Victoria followed bluntly. Then, after another slight adjustment, a supernatural spark zapped out of the phone antenna – and through Victoria, whose eyes lit up with the glint of an evil genius. “Hehehe,” she giggled nefariously, “it’s…it’s…ALIVE!”
“Oh come on Vic, like, be more cliché.” Polly rolled her eyes.
“Ugh, fine.” Victoria resumed her typical fun and quiet demeanour. “But hey, it’s working now. You wanna test this sucker out?”
“Yaaaaaaas queen!” Polly’s eyes sparkled with anticipation. Really. They actually sparkled. Probably due to the LSD. “Let’s get this party started, bitches!"
* * * *
Arron was a pretty standard 22-year-old guy. He was back home with his parents for the summer, having just finished his 3rd year of university. He was of average build, not quite as tall as most guys his age at around 5’ 8”, and somewhat stocky thanks to the muscles he’d worked hiking every other weekend with his friends. He had a head of scruffy, light brown hair and a slightly faded beard; blue eyes and bushy eyebrows gave him a bit of a rugged-handsome look, though he never considered himself much to look at. Since moving home he’d lessened his wardrobe into a simple, interchangeable outfit – today he chose to wear a navy blue v-neck over his green cargo shorts, and just threw on a pair of dark grey Vans for walking around town.
While not much of a socialite, Arron had begun to feel rather lonely after coming back home. His parents were always out working and he was an only child; normally this suited him just fine, as it allowed him to maintain the same sense of freedom that he had while staying at university, but this year the ominous cloud of boredom had crept up on him after only two weeks with the place practically to himself. He’d begun to take daily walks around his town, which had enough to offer in terms of day-to-day entertainment but Arron quickly found to be rather blasé without a group of friends to liven up the experience. All of his old group had, like him, moved on to other things that had scattered them around the country, and while they did arrange for something of a bi-annual meetup it wasn’t as if any of them could really drop what they were doing and fly back to town just to wander around the streets and reminisce with Arron. He didn’t really blame them either – if he’d had any other options, he likely would have taken them. And yet, there he was, once again wandering the quiet streets of his Washington state hometown waiting for something to happen.
Arron had just picked up an iced coffee from a local café when he heard an odd voice around him. At first, he thought it came from behind, and turned around on the bench where he sat, thinking someone sitting there was trying to get his attention.
The voice this time came from in front, and Arron whipped his head around. ‘What the fuck?’ he thought to himself. Was he just imagining it? Or was someone playing a really well-thought-out prank on him? Either way, he felt his pulse quicken. Whatever it was, it was starting to freak him out.
“Haha. Oh man, if you think that’s freaky…boy are you in for a wild ride.”
Again with the mystery voice. This time, though, it was less like someone speaking to him, and more like a loud internal monologue.
Arron stood up in a jolt. “Ah! Who-who’s there?” He clenched his fists, wanting to look as defensive as possible to belie his rising fear.
“Woah woah woah, no need to get jumpy. It’s just me, man.”
“Yeah, that answers about jack shit.” Arron spoke back to the vacant street around him. He was glad it was dead downtown, with few cars passing by and no pedestrians in sight. Otherwise he would have looked rather insane.
“Yeah, you would look totally insane. But luckily, you aren’t. I’d give you +1 boldness, but we aren’t quite at that part.”
“Says the voice inside my head.” Arron retorted. Which then, to him, sounded even more crazy.
“Now you’re getting it, kid.”
Arron paused for a second, trying to scavenge whatever logical approach he could come up with in such a bizarre circumstance. ‘So…you’re my internal monologue then?’ he thought back.
“Not just yours – everybody’s. At least, where I come from. And I’m only in your head because it’s more convenient for this weird reality that’s, if I’m being honest, far too 3-d for my tastes. I’m the Narrator, baby. Which probably isn’t going to matter much to you in just a moment but, hey, it seemed like a good way to blend realities together.”
“Blend realities?!?” Arron blurted out loud, startled. “Seriously, what are you talking about?”
At the end of his last syllable, a swirling vortex began appearing below Arron’s feet. Shades of purple, black and blue spiralled into an ever-expanding centre, rimed with a ghostly green, as lightning cracked throughout the inter-dimensional hole.
“That,” the Narrator answered.
“Oh sssshiiiiiiiiiiiiit!” Arron cried out as the ground gave way beneath him, sending him plummeting into the void.
As he fell, a bizarre slew of images began passing him, floating throughout the neverending spiral. Lockers. Skulls and crossbones. A weird penguin mask. Someone’s well-used copy of an erotic fanfic about dragons.
‘Just where the hell is this portal taking me?!?’ Arron mused between bouts of fear.
“Spooky High School, duh.” The Narrator spoke externally, seemingly echoing from all corners of the strange in-between realm that Arron was falling through.
“Wait…you mean, like, from the game Monster Prom? The dating sim thingy that just came out a few months ago?”
“Bingo! +1 smarts (you’ll want to hang on to that for later)” The voice whispered not so secretly to Arron.
“But…that’s not…how…WHAT?” Arron’s confusion completely distracted him from his continued descent. Which, he had to admit, was taking a lot longer than expected.
“Yeah, I’m not too keen on the details either. I just go where the story takes me. For whatever reason someone wanted to teleport you from your reality to that one. I dunno, blame the internet or something.”
“Gee, helpful.” Arron retorted.
“Look man, I’m just the Narrator. You want help, go find that lazy, hand-holding ass Tutorial and bug him. But looks like this bit’s gone on long enough. And just remember…”
The Narrator’s voice began to grow distant, and Arron noticed that the vibe in the portal began to feel more, well, tangible.
“Remember what?” Arron called out, but all he got was a faded echo of the now familiar voice. He caught something about being young and wild, and only having 3 weeks for something, before he was spat out from the ceiling of Spooky High School’s inconspicuous locker-filled hallways.
Arron found himself staring up at a dark, pastel ceiling. The ‘thud’ he’d just heard was the sound of his back falling flat on the checker-patterned linoleum hall floor. Which should probably done some serious spinal damage, but then again he’d just been dropped through an interdimensional portal into another reality based on a video game. At this point, Arron was willing to look past cartoon physics.
Slowly, he peeled himself off the ground, sitting at a slouch with his legs lazily crossed in front of him. “Oooookaaaaay,” he began, surprised to find that he felt, well, normal, despite the obviously abnormal circumstances. He was surrounded by a fairly standard high-school setting. A few things stood out, though – namely the excessive amount of clearly intentional cobwebs, the “Jeckyl <3 Hyde” etched into a nearby locker, and the shotgun encased in glass which read: “In case of hive-mind uprising, break glass.”
On top of all that, everything had a sort of ‘indy-game art style’ vibe that made the world around Arron look like 2-D coloured sketches of the real-world equivalent. Yet he still perceived everything to be in three dimensions, even though he himself looked drawn in as well.
“So apparently I’m tripping balls, dreaming, or both.” He found himself surprisingly calm – maybe traditional anxiety didn’t exist in this reality? He could feel his pulse and steady breathing, doing a quick vitals check as a precaution. “I seem…fine. I guess. No terrifying giant spiders pouring out of the vent ducts or spirits of the damned come to devour my soul in sight, so at least I got that going for me.” Arron gave himself a single, half-hearted laugh.
“Yeah. Cope through your typical shitty, sarcastic humour Arron. Because that helps.” He whispered. “Well, might as well take a look around.”
Arron stood up, and trepidatiously made his way down the long, empty hall.
“Where the hell is everybody?” He wondered. Was it summer vacation here too? “Maybe it’s for the best. Don’t know how…whatever it is that attends here…would react to a human wandering around by himself.”
Actually, the thought hadn’t occurred to him yet what he’d do if he bumped into any monster-like inhabitant of the school. They probably wouldn’t take it very well. Who knows, maybe he could just pass as a changeling or something, pretending to be human? It wasn’t creative, but at least it might prevent his getting eaten on the spot.
“You know what, I’m not even gonna think about that.” Arron declared. “So far, the coast is clear. Maybe it won’t be so bad after-“
Arron stopped speaking immediately, as he heard what sounded like a faint electronic beeping and two muffled voices. Both sounds appeared to be growing louder. They were coming his way.
‘I fucking hate dramatic timing,’ Arron thought to himself, desperately turning to find some place to hide. However, there was nothing around him but lockers and doors that, from the looks of it, led to literally nowhere. It was as if the entire room was built as a generic background for character based interactions. ‘Shit. This place really is just a real-life dating sim, isn’t it?!?’
Arron scrambled, trying to find an open locker to hide in. Most looked locked by runic-looking padlocks, with others definitely bound my some sort of otherworldly magic. At one point, he thought he’d lucked out, but as he went to touch the handle something growled at him from inside.
“AAAH!” Arron jumped back, unable to control his response.
“That’s gotta be him!” A voice, unmistakeably female, called from around the corner.
“Shit! Shitshitshitshitshit!” Arron whispered, deciding then that his only option was to make a run for it. He immediately started booking it down the hall, hoping that he could out-run his pursuers…somehow. As he broke into a sprint, he heard the voices and beeping round the corner, and forced himself not to turn around. That became exceptionally hard when he noticed that, despite the two voices calling out behind him, he could only pick up one set of footsteps aside from his own.
“Ah! Polly, he’s getting away!”
“Tch, as if. Ghost powers, remember?”
‘DID SHE JUST FUCKING SAY GHOST POWERS?!?!’ Arron thought, the alarm really kicking in. Well, that certainly answered the anxiety question from earlier. Arron, however, was too focused on escaping whatever was behind him to contemplate the nature of this world’s existence and physical laws.
He probably should have, however, as before his eyes a young woman, with bright blue skin, eyes, and hair, emerged from the floor in front of him. She was semi-translucent in some areas, mainly around the area that was slowly appearing from the floor beneath her. Her clothes, on the other hand, looked palpable, as her white tank top hung off the shoulder and her necklace dangled right above her rather endowed cleavage. As the ghost girl came to rest on her black, heeled boots before him, Arron came to a screeching halt. He was unsure what would’ve happened had he kept going – would he have passed right through her? Or would he have run smack-dab into the middle of her…rather large…assets.
Yeah. He was definitely thinking more about the latter.
The girl gave Arron a cute grin, and reached a hand towards his face. Which, given that he was a human and this whole ordeal was batshit crazy, terrified him.
“Wwwait! No! Don’t…!” was all he could stammer.
The girl raised her pointer finger and…tapped Arron on the nose. “Boop!” she chimed.
The touch was ice-cold, but it was definitely a touch. Either way, Arron yelped, jumping backwards.
The girl giggled. “Aw, he’s so cah-YUTE! Nice catch Vic – looks like your thingydingy worked!” She was looking over Arron’s shoulder, and as such Arron turned around to face his other captor.
Behind him stood a shorter girl in more conservative garb. Her skin was blue too, but in a more natural sense. It took on the same colour as extremely-frozen flesh, the kind Arron had only really seen in movies. She had two large hex bolts sticking out of her neck that were slightly visible underneath her thick, wavy, bride-of-Frankenstein hair. Actually, together with the stitches, the girl was definitely pulling off a fantastic young female Frankenstein’s monster look. She was holding a cellphone-like device, whose antenna was beeping wildly as she pointed it at Arron.
“Of course it works! You think this one’ll do?”
“Wha…you…you’re….” Arron was still stammering, looking back and forth between the two supernatural females.
“Ohmigod, how rude of us!” The ghost girl started. “So, I’m Polly, and my lil’ evil genius buddy over there is Victoria.
Victoria gave a friendly smile. “Hey.”
Arron looked at them both, confusion and fear still plastered on his face.
“And…” Polly began, expectantly. She gave Arron a blank look. “…um, hello? You gonna, I dunno, introduce yourself or something?” She looked over at Victoria again. “Vic, you sure that thing didn’t fry his brain?”
Victoria approached Arron with a measuring tape and a notebook, apparently taking his measurements. “It’s called fear Polly. He’s probably just a bit freaked out because, oh I dunno, we plucked him from his dimension and dropped him into ours.” She then looked up at Arron – given her rather short stature – with an endearing smile. “By the way, after she’s done with you would you mind if I ask you a few questions about your experience? You know, for science reasons.”
“Oh yeah! Duh.” Polly rolled her eyes at herself.
Arron finally managed to work up the courage to speak, his voice still a bit shaky. “I….my n-name….” he coughed, trying to steady himself. “My name’s Arron.”
“Dope.” Polly responded. “So here’s the thing, Arron,” She continued, floating up next to him and leaning on his shoulder as if he were the arm of some invisible sofa. A floating, invisible sofa.
“I’ve been dead for a long time. I mean, like, a loooooooong-ass time. So long I can’t even really remember how I died – it just sort of changes depending on who’s asking. At first, when all the cool ghost stuff kicked in I was all: Dying is my fucking FAVE!”
Arron saw Polly’s eyes sparkle with nostalgic excitement. He still was processing the fact that the girl -whose cleavage he could clearly see if he turned even a smidge in the proper direction – was floating horizontally next to him at eye level.
Polly’s face then turned despondent. “But at this point, the fun’s kinda run it’s course. I mean, yeah, it fucking rocks that I can do as much cocaine as I want without practical and likely-deserved repercussions. And it kicks ass that I’ve got cool ghost powers that make just about every party I throw top-level. But these days it just feels sooooo early 2018 to be doing that stuff any more – at least, on my own. I needed to find a way to spice things up, you know?”
Arron didn’t, but he nodded anyways. “Uh, sure?”
Polly turned to Victoria again. “Love this guy. See, he totally gets me.” She then looked back at Arron. “So, you’ll help a girl out, yeah?”
Arron didn’t really have the mental capacity to weigh his choices at this point. Firstly, he had no idea what would happen if he said no. The girls seemed nice enough, but they also attended a place called Spooky High School School. Their 8am period might be “How to Murder Humans and get Away with it 101” for all he knew. Secondly, he was exhausted, and probably couldn’t do much about his situation if he wanted too. Cooperation could work in his favour…somehow. And thirdly, there was an attractive young woman hanging on his shoulder, her breasts floating a few inches from his face, asking for his help. Okay, so she was also technically dead, and technically decades, maybe centuries old. But aside from the clearly supernatural attributes she looked like any other stunning girl Arron had met at university. Being so close to him, Arron saw that Polly’s form was more defined than he had expected. She had a perfectly toned, slender build with legs for days, an hourglass shape with clearly large breasts (that she certainly didn’t mind showing off for him). Her wispy ponytail swished back and forth quite literally as an ethereal tail would be expected to behave, and her heart-shaped face was dominated by her bright blue eyes and infectious smile. Her short-shorts teased at her upper thighs, and while her top hung lazily from her narrow shoulders her black, lycra bra clung snugly around her sides and breasts. Not to mention her devil-may-care attitude, which Arron found quite charming.
“Don’t leave me hanging, boo!” Polly’s voice snapped Arron out of his thorough examination.
Eh, fuck thorough consideration, right? Arron certainly agreed, and quickly responded. “Uh, yeah. Sure. Whatever you need.”
Polly excitedly floated back in front of Arron. “FUCK. YES.” Her eyes were sparkling again, which made Arron really wonder how much her average coke intake was. “I knew you were the right guy for the job, Arron. You were totally giving me positive vibes when we zapped you into our dimension. Then again, that could just be the molly talking. But whatever.”
She then grasped Arron by the shoulders, causing him to blush.
“Plus, it’s super important to Vic and me that you were okay with this. We joke about a lot of shit here at Spooky High School, but consent isn’t one of them. So, like, this is probably gonna get sexual, but you totally have the right to say no.”
Under normal circumstances, this would probably have been a huge red flag. Arron had considered himself a fairly logical person, especially after the last 3 years of university. But at the same time, Arron also considered himself to be an open-minded, tried and true male who, as it so happened in this particular instance, was incredibly turned on by the sexy blue ghost girl in front of him.
“Sounds good to me.” He muttered with as much confidence as he could muster, unable to hide his surprise at Polly’s rather direct nature.
“You are the actual fucking best, Arron.” Polly smiled at him. “Let’s get this party STARTED! You ready, Vic?”
Victoria had donned a labcoat and oversized black gloves from god-knows-where. She snapped a pair of safety goggles over her eyes before pulling up a seat (again, from some apparent pocket dimension), turning a couple switches on the phone-device, and whipping out her notepad, pencil at the ready. She gave Polly a massive grin and a thumb’s-up.
“Alright Arron, hold on to your shit, ‘cause this is gonna get wild!” Polly, still holding Arron’s shoulders, quickly thrust herself forward.
Arron barely had time to prepare himself, and out of instinct tensed up for what he expected to be the most violent kiss ever. Instead, he was met with the feeling of an icy chill spreading throughout his body, reaching from the crown of his head down to the tips of his hands and toes. He opened his eyes, noticing not only that Polly hadn’t made contact with his face but had released her grip on his shoulders. Instead, she had simply vanished.
Arron turned around, thinking maybe she’d passed through him. The cold feeling lingered, but felt less bitter than before. It was more residual, as if settling in to its new surroundings.
“What…where’d she go?” He found himself asking Victoria, who looked a little surprised herself. She then rummaged around in her coat pockets, only to hand Aaron a small, skull-shaped compact mirror. Aaron flicked it open – and nearly dropped it. Staring back at him were a pair of bright, sky-blue irises. Irises that looked identical to Polly’s.
“Umm…hey Polly?” Aaron called, disregarding the scribbling sound of Victoria’s note-taking next to him.
“Chill out, boo. This’ll just take a second.” Without any control of it himself, Polly’s voice sprang from Aaron’s mouth. He immediately slapped his hands over his lips, eyes wide.
“Interesting…” Victoria mumbled, continuing her observations.
‘Polly? What the fuck?’ Aaron thought to himself – and presumably the spirit of a 20-something-year old that was also inhabiting his body.
‘I know, right?’ he heard Polly answer back inside his head. This was the second internal dialogue Aaron had experienced today, and honestly was at least one too many for his tastes. ‘I’m like, totally inside you, dude. Kinky AF.’
Aaron was utterly stunned, unsure of how to process this information.
‘Don’t worry, I got you boo.’ Polly’s voice then became unnervingly – and irresistibly – sensual, as Aaron began to feel his whole body go numb. ‘Now, just let me get comfortable…and we’ll get this party started.’
“Umm. Look, have your fun and all Polly, but could you maybe keep that to the internal monologue?” Victoria spoke up again, and Aaron realised that Polly’s voice once again had come from his mouth.
As the numbness spread, Aaron was left to helplessly sit back as he felt control slipping away. He was still aware of his own body, but much in the way that one is aware of an appendage after it’s fallen asleep. As he felt it creep up into his face, he winced, feeling his consciousness begin to float adrift – still there, but suspended. An observer rather than an active player. Or a pickle suspended in a jar of brine, only the pickle has a consciousness named Arron and it’s acutely aware of the jar in which it sits.
“Wo-ho-hoah!” Polly continued, moving Aaron’s arms up to examine them. “Been a long time snice I possessed a living body. Definitely fleshier than I remember.”
She did a slight turn, giving Arron’s body a once-over. Arron himself could tell that he had assumed a more feminine posing, more naturally suited to Polly’s typical stance.
“Though I’m not gonna lie – and I totally mean this is the least offensive way possible – you’re not exactly what I would call the right ‘fit’ for me, Arron.” Arron could feel his eyes almost tingling, and he wondered if they were sparkling the same way that Polly’s tended to do when she was filled with her crazed excitement. “But don’t you worry, ‘cause your pal Polly has just the thing to get you into shape.”
“I assume that not-so-subtle cue means you’re ready to start phase two?” Victoria chimed in.
“Fuck yeah I am! This shit’s about to get TURNT!”
Arron was suddenly very aware that something was happening to him. He felt his body compressing, or maybe just tightening, all over.
“Uh, Polly? What the-ngh!” Arron was surprised that the ghost girl had given him back control of his own vocal chords, but had little time to enjoy it as the compressing feeling intensified.
He felt his feet begin to shrink inwards, becoming narrower and dainty with a slight arch. All body hair – including his very short beard – retracted into his skin, which seemed to become taut and almost silky-smooth. Next came his legs, which lost their stockiness in favour of a more slender, athletic look. His musculature was reshaping itself, becoming thinner yet toned to the point that he actually looked taller than before. His calves and thighs compressed into a similar thickness, muscles conforming into long, curvaceous silhouettes.
Next came Arron’s hips, which snapped into an outward-facing position. The flesh around them swelled and rounded, filling his shorts as they widened and forcing his legs to bend slightly inward. Arron’s limited sense of his own body alerted him to his expanding backside, as his butt rounded and swelled into a large, firm structure that put further strain on his typically baggy shorts.
“Ah! Polly! Wh…what’re you doing?!?” he cried.
‘Ohmigod, I totally forgot to explain didn’t I? Sorry, I tend to get a bit carried away with these crazy ideas-‘
“YA THINK?!?!” Arron bellowed with as much energy as he could muster.
Immediately following his outburst he found himself snapping his arms to his sides as they too began to slim. Also hairless, they retained much less muscle mass, becoming long and slender to match his new set of legs. The tension in his hands forced him to spread his fingers outwards, as they began to reshape as well. They slenderised into dainty, small things with long, well-kept nails; his wrists too lost most of their shape, making his now feminine hands match the rest of his limbs.
‘So, like I was saying before you rudely interrupted,’ Polly continued, ‘I was trying to think up new ways to maximise my party potential. Because DUH. What point is there in being an immortal spirit if I’m not trying to constantly raise my game? Anyways, I asked my friend Scott – he’s a werewolf, bee-tee-dubs, you’re gonna love him –“
“Uh, Polly?” Arron interrupted, his voice beginning to waver.
His attention had shifted down towards his torso, which was beginning to shrink inwards. The sides pinched towards each other as his body began to slim considerably, taking on an hourglass shape. Arron could feel his stomach become flat and firm, while his upper torso rose at a gradual angle to his shrinking shoulders. However, Arron was transfixed on the feeling building around his nipples.
Polly, meanwhile, rambled on inside his head. ‘-and at first he said I should just add meat. Typical Scott. But then I told him that I wanted to at least double my party potential. And then HE said that if I wanted two times the party potential then that would take, like, two Pollys. And then I was like…wait, Arron? Um, are you even listening to me?’
He was not. Because Arron was transfixed on the growing mounds of flesh beneath his t-shirt. His areolas began to enlarge as the area around them began swelling. His shirt began to press outward, more and more, as the swelling began to round into large spheres. They pushed not only upwards, but outwards as well, cradled tightly by the straining fabric before stopping at a perfect DD cup size. Even with the tension, the pair giggled slightly as they came to rest against Arron’s chest.
Arron was speechless as he saw the pair of breasts below him – the same pair that he’d been admiring only moments before.
“Alright Polly, that should be long enough.” Victoria, who was definitely still there recording the process, spoke up again. “If you wanna see any of this you should probably pull out of there.”
Polly, through Arron, stifled a laugh. “Pfft. Phrasing, Vic. But one sec.”
She once again took full control over her host as she raised Arron’s arms to cradle his new breasts. ‘Trust me boo, you’ll thank me later,’ she thought to him before giving them a tender squeeze.
Arron wanted to protest, but the motion sent a wave of pleasure throughout his body. Even though Polly’s presence left him in a residual chill, he felt a burst of warmth – particularly in his groin. ‘Oh…ooooohhhh’ he couldn’t help but think. It felt weird. But it also felt fucking good.
“Polly!” Victoria snapped.
“What?” The girl retorted from Arron’s body. “It’s totally not touching myself if it’s not my body! Or is it? Meh, what the fuck do I care?” With absolutely no effort whatsoever, Polly proceeded to walk directly out of Arron, making her way over to her friend and leaving Arron firmly grasping his breasts – though now of his own volition.
It took him a second to realise that he’d regained full control of his body. But in all reality, Arron didn’t care. Whatever Polly had done to him – which, in case it wasn’t blatantly clear, was some sort of ghostly cloning process – he found that he liked it. It was getting harder and harder to resist the compressive feelings that remained even after Polly’s departure from his body. Perhaps, in fact, it was just his own mental barrier that prevented the changes from sweeping across his body in a flash. Some part of his consciousness was telling him that this transformation was very, very wrong. But damn, at this point he almost didn’t want to be right.
“Aww, looks like somebody’s about to have their ghost cherry popped.” Polly cooed besides Victoria.
She was alluding to the fact that Arron’s skin had begun to blue. At first, it looked like a trick of the light, but before long several spots began to appear and spread across Arron’s skin. It spread down his long, slender legs and out from his narrow, girly hands as it covered every possible surface, sliding its way underneath his clothing and even up his face. As it did, the overall shape became rounder. His square jaw faded into a much softer shape as his cheeks became round and his brow lessened. His mouth thinned as his lips gained a slight, pinkish pout. His nose shrank to a petite angle, while his ears became smaller with several holes appearing for piercings. His eyes – closed as he continued to feel waves of pleasure shoot through his body – became larger, with darkened, thick lashes that came to a slight point at the corner of his eyes. His eyebrows followed suit as the blue, ghostly hue finished spreading across his body, becoming thin, sharp lines above his eyes. Lastly, in a quick instant, his shaggy brown hair began to grow. His bangs, normally swept back, dropped around his face in a loose, cute mess as the back lengthened considerably before pulling itself back up into a ponytail. As the tail finished growing, Arron’s hair became that same shade of blue, the tip becoming nearly transparent as it swished behind him.
Polly watched with an overjoyed smile. “This is so fucking weird and I love it!” She squealed in excitement.
Meanwhile, Arron was finding it harder to resist. He could tell he was different. His body was lighter, and he was beginning to feel as if it was a struggle just to stay attached to the ground. His “hair” swished back and forth behind him. And the pleasure was building between his legs.
“Oh…nnngh…” he moaned, his voice sounding slightly higher. What speck of his old conscious was left told him to reach down for his groin, to grasp at whatever was down there.
Instinctively he listened, but was only able to move one arm away while the other remained firmly attached to his breast. He tried grabbing for his penis, only to find it slowly shrinking away from his slender grip.
“N…no…I…oh, yes…” He muttered as another wave sped through him. His unit quickly faded into nothing, and he was left with an empty space between his legs. Reaching around trepidatiously, he found a small, warm slit begin to form. And then, multiplying the feeling by hundreds, the slit began caving inwards. Arron moaned again, each sound becoming lighter and bubblier, as the space deepened inside of him. He felt it growing, throbbing almost as it formed into a narrow, humid cavity up inside his pelvis.
“Ah…oh…aaaaaaahhhhh!” Arron squealed, his voice now matching Polly’s falsetto as his adam’s apple disappeared into his neck. The pleasure made him – or at this point, her – feel like she was about to burst, but all she could do was internalise it. She winced, clenching her teeth as her whole body went rigid, squeezing her legs together as the last bits of her quick orgasm filtered throughout her body.
The last changes to her shape were purely cosmetic. Her shoes, once just a basic skate shoe, began rising up into a thick black heel. The canvas became leather as the laces faded from existence and the surface crawled up her ankles. Near the top they folded over, becoming a pair of loose leather booties. Her baggy green shorts became black, and tightened considerably as they slid up her slender thighs towards her crotch. They squeezed tighter and tighter as the cloth became denim; the ends became frayed and torn as the legs slipped even farther up, stopping just above where her pocket fabric rested. Her shirt tucked itself into her shorts as it shrunk to fit her new hourglass body. It became bright white, the sleeves disappearing into spaghetti straps that hung loosely from her small, defined shoulders, dipping well past her breasts so that they were practically on display for the world to see. Arron felt something embrace her DD cups shortly after, as a dark lycra split from the tank top and cupped itself around her torso. Unlike her top, the bra was held firmly in place – which conveniently made her breasts look even bigger in the tight, form-fitting material. After all this, a few accents just sort of popped into existence – a pair of aviators sat just above her bangs, and a gold triangle necklace slid its way around her neck, resting just above her breasts. Oh, and a random golden bangle materialised around her wrist. Accessories do make the look, after all.
In one long, pleasant breath, Arron slumped to the floor. Her body had a slightly transparent look to it, just like Polly’s – sure enough, the hall of Spooky High School featured an exact replica of Polly Geist sitting square on the floor in front of the original.
For a second, Victoria and Polly didn’t say anything. But Polly wasn’t known to sit still for very long, and quickly blurted out: “Sooooo…is he dead?”
“First off, he’s now you, so doesn’t that make he a she?” Victoria pondered. “And second, since she’s pretty much your exact copy, she’s a ghost. So she can’t die, Polly, ‘cause she’s already dead.”
“Oh. Duh.” Polly rolled her eyes at herself, then proceeding to float over to her new twin. “Hellooooooo. Earth to…um…me, I guess?”
Arron-Polly’s eyes fluttered open. His mind was jumbled, now a blend of his own memories and Polly’s personality. He looked up at the ghost girl, still unsure of what had just transpired.
“I know what you’re thinking and, yes, that totally just happened.” Polly smiled back
Arron-Polly blinked, wide-eyed, before looking herself over. She was sprawled out, her legs pointing opposite directions as she sat on her well-endowed rear end in the school’s hallway.
“Wha…wha…?” the Polly clone shifted her gaze rapidly, examining her new ghostly hands, body, and breasts. “I…I’m you! I’m you?”
“Yeah yeah, the whole identity crisis thing can wait till later. There’s a super important question that I need to ask you first.” Polly looked unusually serious. “What, more than anything, do you want to do right now?”
Arron-Polly stared blankly. There were hundreds of things running through her head. But of all those things, one thing was practically screaming to her. Something she suddenly felt was the core of her being.
“To be honest, I really feel like…I dunno, getting wasted? Then doing something called a Reverse Romanian Wilkonson? I’m not exactly sure, but something about a totally kickass party?”
Polly’s face turned in to the biggest, almost terrifyingly energized smile. “FUCK. YAAAAAAAAAAAS!”
Victoria, after covering her ears from the deafening roar, interjected. “So, uh, what’re we gonna call what I assume to be your twin sister?”
“Actually, I never really got that far.” Polly admitted. “I just kinda wanted to see what would happen. Totally didn’t think it would work.”
Victoria was not amused in the slightest. “We could just go with Erin. Makes the most sense to me.”
“Pfft, yeah, right.” Polly retorted. “Since when did any of this have to do with making sense?”
Arron-Polly, whose name was currently in question, piped in. “I don’t know about you, but I have this weird craving for ecstasy. Like, now that I’m dead an all, might as well, right?”
“OH. MY. GOD. That is PERFECT!” Polly was yelling again. “I’m Polly, and this is my twin, Polly…” she was speaking as if introducing herself to an invisible audience. “Who totally used to be a man. Man Polly. AKA Molly.” The ghost girl was beaming.
Victoria shrugged. “Works for me.”
Polly then turned to Molly, grabbing her by the hands. “Alright boo, I’ve got a TON of shit planned for us. But first we gotta stop by the AV clubroom – I have a kilo stashed there that I’ve been saving for a special occasion. Plus I hear they have a stockpile of sex lasers in there that I’ve been dying to try out.”
Ghost puns aside, Molly really couldn’t think of a reason to say no. The overwhelming urge to let loose was growing stronger by the second. Sure, she felt a small speck of terror, confusion, and insecurity wedged somewhere deep inside her brain. And under normal circumstances that speck probably would have been enough to cause her to drop to the floor in an emotional breakdown.
These were, however, far from normal circumstances. She was the living (in a manner of speaking) clone of a sexy ghost girl; in all actuality, Molly supposed her situation could be much worse. Before she had time to contemplate farther, Polly began dragging her in what she supposed was the direction of the AV club. She sheepishly waved goodbye to Victoria as Polly sped off with her in tow. Molly was full of uncertainty, but there were a few things she did know. She was young and unafraid. Somewhat reckless, somewhat brilliant, and somewhat just plain stupid. But she was also willing to live life to the fullest. She was a party ghost with an insatiable hunger for all the wrong things. And Polly, her new twin, was a one-way ticket to the wildest ride of her afterlife. As she floated behind her, Molly found herself grinning wildly.
“So Polly,” she started, “after we find these sex lasers and coke of yours, what do you say we grab a penguin mask, some marbles, a bag of guacamole and…you know…” Molly turned to give her ghost twin a coy grin.
“Ohmygod yes.” Polly smirked back. “Best. Possession. EVER.”