Converted
By Buzzman
Sharon knew better. She wasn’t born yesterday and as far back as she could remember, her dad had admonished her to refrain from even the appearance of evil. But sometimes it was hard being the pastor’s daughter and peer pressure wasn’t called pressure for no reason.
“I can’t,” she said as her friend Heidi pulled her toward the door of the quaint little shop on Bourbon Street in the New Orleans French Quarter.
“Sure we can,” Heidi said, pulling her friend even closer, “let’s go!”
Sharon pulled back and set her feet. “No! You know what dad says about places like this. They are the doorways to Satan himself.”
“Oh for goodness sake, Sharon!” exclaimed Heidi, becoming aggravated with her overly conservative friend. “You’re not a little teenager in your dad’s home anymore. Sure, he told us both all kinds of things to keep us safe while we were still kids, but we’re in college now and living three hundred miles away. Besides, it’s just a fortune teller, not the Church of Satan. We both know this stuff isn’t real, but we’re in New Orleans. It’s a rite of passage!”
“So is showing your boobs and getting falling down drunk during Mardi Gras, but I don’t see you planning to do that,” Sharon said sharply.
Heidi looked at her with a mischievous grin. “Mardi Gras is still several months off. Who knows what I’ll be doing by then!”
She saw the look of fear come over her friend’s face and laughed out loud. Sharon Valardi had been her best friend since the third grade when her parents moved to the small southern town where Sharon’s dad pastured the First Pentecostal Church. Although she was raised in the strict fundamentalist church, Heidi had a bit of a wild streak that she was always trying to suppress. That is until her and Sharon had gone off to college. Since deciding on a rather large secular university, Heidi was doing less and less suppressing of the things she was raised not to do.
Sharon, on the other hand, was still trying to hold fast to her church values. She still refused to wear pants, makeup or jewelry, just as she always had according to the rules of her church and her father. Her hair, a mousy brown and somewhat stringy when she wore it down, which she hardly ever did, was usually pulled back in a stiff bun. Even after a full semester and a half of college, she refused to experiment with alcohol, smoking, or even sex. Not that she considered herself a prude or anything. She practically lived with Ben, her boyfriend since her junior year and the drummer at her dad’s church.
“Are you serious?” Sharon asked her friend after the Mardi Gras comment.
“Serious about what? Coming back down here to party it up during Mardi Gras? Of course not, you know better than that. I’m not planning on quitting church if that’s what you’re worried about. But I’m not opposed to living a little while we’re away, either! Now come on!”
The two girls walked around the small, dimly lit shop and looked on in amazement. The young girl working the counter looked like a freak, covered in tattoos and piercings. She barely looked up at the two girls who entered the shop. She saw their kind every day. She saw how they looked at her with righteous indignation as if she were some kind of dirty sinner, not worthy of their time.
“Fuckin’ holy rollers,” the girl muttered under her breath.
“Excuse me?” replied Sharon, not sure if she heard the girl correctly.
“I said Madame Zerelda is back there,” she lied, half-heartedly pointing through a beaded doorway straight from some ‘70s movie. “You did come to get your fortune read, didn’t you?”
“Um, no, we’re just looking around, actually,” replied Sharon nervously. This place really gave her the creeps with its tarot cards and pagan symbols everywhere. “We were just leaving,” she said as she grabbed Heidi by the arm to lead her out of the room.
“Of course we came to get our fortunes read,” replied Heidi with a smile, jerking her arm free of Sharon. “Sign both of us up.”
The girl with the tattoos and piercings walked from behind the counter and led Heidi to the room in the back. She returned shortly and motioned to an antique plush velvet seat beside the counter. “You better have a seat. Madame Z hardly ever gets in a hurry. This may take a while.”
Sharon spent the next twenty minutes texting Ben on her phone. He was away at a church-sponsored men’s retreat this weekend, which is why she had agreed to come to the Big Easy with Heidi after all. It beat sitting around all weekend listening to Christian radio.
“All done?” asked the girl behind the counter as Heidi parted the beads and walked out. “Wait here while I go tell Madame Zerelda that her next client is ready.” The girl smirked at Sharon and walked quickly to the back of the store. Sharon looked up at her friend.
“Well, how was it? Did she cast a spell on you? Do we need to stop off at the church on campus to pray the demons out of you after this? What did she do?” asked Sharon, suddenly in a better mood.
Heidi looked at her groggily, with a strange, almost stoned look on her face that gave Sharon the creeps. “It was wonderful. I should have done it a long time ago. I can’t wait to see what happens to you. You’ll be so glad you did it, I promise. But don’t worry; I won’t need to stop off at any church anytime soon.
Sharon thought something wasn’t quite right, but before she could say anything, the girl was back and asking her to follow her to the back room. She got up nervously and followed her to the back and sat in the old hardwood chair that the girl pulled out for her at the equally old table.
“Good luck,” the girl said with a smirk as she walked away.
Just as Sharon was deciding that she couldn’t go through with this, an old black lady walked crookedly into the room. She looked at Sharon and smiled with a genuine friendliness and sincerity that melted Sharon’s apprehension away immediately. Sharon sat back down in the chair as the old lady sat down in front of her and took her by the hand. Madame Zerelda was not at all what Sharon was expecting. She expected an old gypsy woman in a shawl and turban like she’d seen on TV, not someone’s grandmother. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad after all.
“I’m, uh, just here because…” she started as the old lady held up a crooked finger.
“I know why you’re here, dear, even if you don’t. You’re here because you wanted to be here, not because your friend forced you. Now isn’t that right?”
“Of course not, uh, I mean, well, I don’t think so. It was just a joke.”
Madame Zerelda reached out and grabbed Sharon’s hand and held it between her bony fingers. Sharon shuddered as something washed over her. She knew right then and there that she needed to jump up and run out of there as fast as she could, but for some reason, she seemed glued to the chair. In her mind, she was screaming and praying, but no words came out of her mouth as Madame Zerelda held her hand tightly.
“My power is not a joke, innocent one, but your father has already warned you of that. You just chose not to listen. But there is real good in you, child, and the power of light flows strongly in you. I can feel it,” Madame Zerelda said, then added a disarming smile. “Now, let’s see what your future holds, my dear. It is, after all, why you paid your money.”
Sharon felt at ease as Madame Zerelda turned her palm over and started looking at the lines in her hand, chatting away as if this was the most normal thing in the world. Sharon actually found herself liking this old grandmother and this fortune thing wasn’t so bad, either. She had always been skeptical and Madame Z was doing very little to change that skepticism as time passed by. Much of what she predicted was vague and generic, until she mentioned Ben.
“Ah, little one, I see that you have a male friend. You have feelings for him, no?”
“Yes, his name is Ben and we’ve been dating for almost…”
“Three years,” Zerelda cut her off. “You think you are in love and he thinks he is in love with you, but you have not yet consecrated that love have you?”
Sharon wanted to scream that it was none of her business what she and Ben did behind closed doors, but instead she replied meekly, “No, we haven’t. We’re saving ourselves for marriage.”
“Yes, you are saving yourselves, but I do not see marriage. No, you will never marry Benjamin.”
“What? Why not? There must be some mistake. Ben and I have dated for years and we’re engaged. Our plans are to finish college, get married and eventually take over my dad’s church. I’m afraid you’ve gotten this one wrong.”
“Silence child!” Madame Zerelda nearly shouted at Sharon, causing her to flinch unexpectedly. “How dare you question my power to see the future, or to change it?” Just then, without warning, Zerelda grabbed both of Sharon’s hands with an iron grip. Sharon tried to pull free, but the old lady’s grip was too powerful. She looked on in horror as the old lady’s black eyes closed and she began to chant in another language. Sharon struggled, but the grip held as what can only be described as a current of electricity began to flow up her arms and into her body. Sharon went rigidly still, unable to move as Zerelda continued her chants. Inside her mind, Sharon screamed, prayed, and begged for God to forgive her and save her from this mad woman, but no one came to her rescue. Sharon was helpless as the angered witch continued her incantations.
As the witch continued her chant, Sharon’s prayers in her head began to subside. She found herself suddenly unable to concentrate on praying as a new sensation began to creep into her body. She could feel wave after wave of pure erotic pleasure flow through the currents coming out of Zerelda and into her own body. Those currents of pleasure were attacking her virgin womanhood and sending waves of pleasure up Sharon’s spine. Sharon began to moan in pleasure as she felt her panties soak through her jean skirt and, without warning, she exploded in blissful orgasm.
When the waves of pleasure finally subsided, Sharon could feel her own juices flowing down her legs under her long skirt. Her body was bathed in sweat and she could feel that her face was flushed. She had never experienced anything even remotely like this, not even when she found the Lord at her baptism five years ago.
“What did you do to me?” she finally managed to ask. “Am I damned?”
The old black lady just laughed at her. “Damned? Damned if I know. I’m not the devil, dear, if that’s what you’re worried about. I’ve never met the man, so I’m not yet inclined that he or his nemesis even exists. No, dear, I did not damn your soul to hell, if there is indeed such a place.”
“Then what did you do to me?” asked Sharon, still visibly shaken.
“I simply gave you a choice, dear,” the old lady replied coyly.
“What kind of choice?”
“The choice to choose your own destiny, my child. You dared question my ability to see the future, so I dared give you the power to change it.” The old fortune teller reached under the table and brought out a small vial of black liquid. She handed it to Sharon.
“What is this?” asked Sharon.
“This is your future, my dear. A future you choose for yourself. This liquid has the power to make your darkest fantasies come true within him who you love most. I speak of your beloved Benjamin. This liquid will corrupt your lover and turn him into your darkest fantasy. Fantasies that even you did not know you dreamed of because you dared not admit it even to yourself. When your man is turned, it will set you upon a pathway of choices. What you choose for yourself will determine if my vision of your future is correct or not.”
“I will not change Ben. He’s a good man, a moral man, and nothing in that bottle can change that!” exclaimed Sharon with indignation. “Besides, he can’t take the liquid if I don’t give it to him!”
“I’m afraid, my dear, that is out of your control. I have indeed placed a spell on you, but the only thing you can do against your own free will is to give your beloved this drink of corruption. Whatever happens after that will be of your own choosing.
When Sharon finally walked back into the waiting area, Heidi was sitting there chatting up a storm with the freak behind the counter. Sharon was still shaken up about what had just transpired, but she didn’t want to talk about it. She walked past Heidi without speaking and stepped onto the crowded street. It was almost dark and the nightlife was just coming alive on Bourbon Street.
Heidi followed her out of the shop with a quizzical look on her face. It was obvious that she wasn’t ready to go, but she could see that something was really bothering her best friend, so she didn’t say anything. Besides, her own experience with Madame Zerelda was a little strange in its own right, but she tried not to think about it. She shook off the weird feeling and quickly tried to catch up with Sharon, who was walking toward the parking lot with a purpose.
“Hey, wait up!” Heidi said, finally catching up. “What’s the hurry? The night is still young. I was hoping we could grab a bite to eat and then go find a band…”
“No!” Sharon almost shouted. “You know I don’t listen to worldly music and I’m ready to get out of this sinful place. I should have never let you talk me into this. Now please drive me home right now!”
The next morning was Sunday. Most college kids slept in on Sunday mornings, usually nursing a hangover, but not Sharon Valardi. Sharon had been attending the large Pentecostal mega-church across town since coming to the university. This morning she could hardly wait to get to church and get some prayer time in. She got up early, showered, and dressed for church. Heidi was always late, but she was at least dependable. However, when it was time to leave, Heidi was still in bed. Sharon walked into her room and turned on the light.
“Hey, aren’t you going to get up? You’re going to be late for church. Come on, let’s go!”
Heidi looked at her groggily. “No, you go ahead. I’m not going this morning.”
“What do you mean you’re not going? You never miss church. Is something wrong, do I need take you to the clinic?”
“No, nothing is wrong. I’m just not feeling church this morning. Now please leave me alone and let me sleep like normal people do on Sundays!” Heidi snapped at her friend.
Sharon fidgeted all through church. She had come early so she could go to the altar to pray. She still felt guilty about visiting the fortune teller yesterday and she hoped that God would forgive her for her transgression, but mostly she was asking for peace. She glanced at her purse repeatedly, knowing the small vial of black liquid was still there. She had every intention of throwing it away, but for some reason, she had been unable to do so. She knew that Ben would be home from the retreat that afternoon. She had every intention of throwing the vial away before he got home, but in the back of her mind she still worried if she would be powerless to stop herself from giving him the liquid like that crackpot witch warned her about. She shrugged off the feeling and tried to pay attention to what the pastor was preaching about, but it was no use. Finally, she grabbed her purse and left church before it was dismissed, something she never did.
When she got back to their apartment, Heidi wasn’t home. She found a note on the counter telling her she was sorry for snapping at her and that she had gone shopping. She would be back in time for dinner. Sharon changed out of her church dress and put on a long, loose fitting jean skirt and some tennis shoes. Her blouse was a loose fitting long sleeves t-shirt. She picked up her bible and settled down to some scripture reading. Two hours later, her cell phone rang. It was Ben.
“Honey, I’m home,” he said playfully on the other end of the phone. “What are you doing?”
“Hey, honey, I missed you. I’m not doing much. I haven’t been home from church long. I’ve been sitting here reading some scriptures. Do you feel like some company?”
“Of course I do. The retreat was amazing and I’ve gotten so much closer to God this weekend. Come over and let me tell you all about it. Bring your bible.”
Sharon grabbed her purse without even thinking about the vial inside. She grabbed her bible as an afterthought, but didn’t bother to change out of her dowdy clothes. Ben had known her all of her life and when they were married, he’d have to accept how she dressed when she wanted to be comfortable. Fifteen minutes she was pulling into the driveway of his apartment.
Sharon walked up to the front door of Ben’s apartment and knocked twice. He opened the door and smiled. She realized that he’d only been gone three days, but seeing him now made her realize how much she had missed him. His sandy brown hair was cut extremely short in the style common to her church. Although he had been traveling all day, he still was dressed nicely in his brown cardigan sweater with a button down white shirt underneath and a pair of corduroy pants and penny loafers. Ben was rather tall, but skinny and geeky looking, but Sharon didn’t care. To her, he was the epitome of what a well-mannered conservative Christian boy should look like.
Ben greeted Sharon with a kiss and invited her inside. He asked her if she would like a glass of sweet tea, which she readily accepted. She walked to the couch and sat her purse on the coffee table and sat down with her bible in her lap. Ben soon came out of the kitchen and handed her the glass of tea. He sat down beside her and started telling her all about the retreat.
Sharon smiled pleasantly as Ben rambled on about his trip, but she was having difficulty focusing. She kept glancing at his glass of tea sitting beside hers on the coffee table. She kept glancing from the table to her purse as she remembered the vial inside. She could feel herself moving toward her purse against her will. She realized at that moment what she was doing and she felt herself screaming inside her head to stop. She remembered the same sensation as Madame Zerelda held her hand and began the strange chant just yesterday. She was as powerless to stop Zerelda as she seemed right now to stop herself. She opened her purse and grabbed the vial.
“What’s that?” asked Ben, finally realizing that she wasn’t listening to him.
Sharon wanted to put the vial back into her purse and tell him it was nothing. Better yet, she wanted to jump up and go flush the black goo down the toilet, banishing it forever. Instead, though, she just looked at her boyfriend and smiled. She could hear the words come out of her mouth as if someone else was saying them. She felt powerless to stop herself as she told him about the visit to the fortune teller, her breach of respect to the old woman, and the weird incantation the old woman spoke over her. Ben listened intently, but it was obvious he was still confused. Sharon rambled on until she got to the part about the vial. She looked up at Ben as she picked up the vial.
“This is some kind of liquid that she promised would turn you into my darkest fantasy. I’m going to put this into your tea and you’re going to drink it. I don’t want to do it, I promise I don’t, but I’m powerless to stop it, just as you’re going to powerless to refuse it,” she said as she picked up the vial and opened the cap. She noticed real fear in Ben’s eyes and for some strange reason, she felt herself get excited.
“You don’t have to do this, Sharon,” Ben said, obviously frightened.
“Yes I do. I don’t have any control over this, Ben. Believe me, I’ve been fighting it since I got here.” She poured the black liquid into his glass. The thick syrup began to dissolve and spread throughout the tea, darkening the color. She lifted the glass and held it to him. Ben shook his head violently.
“No, Sharon, please don’t. Don’t do this baby. You can fight this! Let’s pray about it!”
“Pray? Don’t you think I’ve been praying about it since she gave it to me? Do you think I want to change you? Do you think I want you to be a different person? I love you, Benjamin, just the way you are, but I’ve got to do this. I can’t help it. I’m sorry, so sorry.”
Tears filled Sharon’s eyes as she lifted the glass to Ben’s lips for him to drink. She could see him blink rapidly and try to pinch his lips shut like a child afraid of cough syrup, but she could also see that he was powerless to stop her. When the rim of the glass touched his lips, he opened them and she poured. He swallowed every drop of the evil concoction.
As soon as Ben drank the potion, Sharon immediately regretted what she had done. Ben sat back on the couch, his eyes glazed over as if her were riding an intense high. Sharon on the other hand, began to sob.
“Please forgive me! Oh my god, what have I done? Please, God, forgive me! I didn’t mean to do this! Ben? Ben, please, Ben, snap out of it! You can fight it! Let’s pray, okay? Please, Jesus, please help us!” Sharon cried and rocked back and forth beside her dazed boyfriend for what seemed like hours. Finally Ben began to acknowledge her presence.
“What did you do to me?” he finally managed to squeak out. He looked at her and blinked as if he just realized exactly what had happened. Something dark and foreboding came across his face. Sharon noticed it immediately and was instantly afraid.
“Ben? I’m so sorry,” she began.
“Stop it Sharon! You did this to me! I think it would be best if you just got the hell out of my apartment. Now go, please!”
Sharon knew it was futile to say anything else. What she had done was wrong and she would have to live with the consequences. Still sobbing quietly, she picked up her purse and walked out of his apartment. She didn’t notice that the empty glass vial was still sitting on the coffee table with the cap off.
Sharon cried softly all the way home. She knew it was almost time for Sunday night service, but she didn’t know if she had the strength to go tonight because of what she had just gone through. She hoped that she’d come home to find Heidi there to comfort her. Heidi always knew just what to say in situations like these.
Sharon turned the key on her lock and walked into her apartment. She still didn’t see Heidi, but she knew she must be home since her car was in the parking lot. As she walked in and sat down on the couch, her tears finally starting to dry, she heard Heidi walking downstairs. She turned to face her friend for comfort and immediately burst into another round of tears when she saw her best friend.
Heidi walked into the living room wearing a pair of daisy duke shorts and a spaghetti string tank top that hung to every curve. Her breasts, which had always been ample, were pushed together and held up by a bra that seemed too tight for her. Around her neck was a simple gold necklace with a heart on it. Her dirty blonde hair was casually pulled back into a pony tail.
“Heidi? What are you wearing? Oh my god! Please tell me this isn’t what I think it is?” stammered Sharon. Sharon already knew the answer. Her dad preached repeatedly that a woman was to never wear pants, shorts or anything else that pertained to men’s clothing. He also preached against jewelry of any type or tight and revealing clothing. Anyone who wore those things had given into a “Jezebel spirit” he would say. It was also the first thing most girls in her church did when they were making the decision to backslide from the teachings of the church.
“What do you think it is, Sharon? Do you think something’s wrong with how I’m dressed? Well, I don’t. I don’t see a damn thing wrong with wearing something modern and even sexy once in a while. I woke up today and decided I was done with that church shit.”
It was almost more than Sharon could bear. First the episode with Ben and now this situation with Heidi made her world feel like it was crashing down around her. She just looked at her roommate and began to cry softly again.
“Heidi, please don’t do this. It’s not too late. You haven’t cut your hair so no one knows you’re breaking the rules yet. Go put a dress back on and take off that jewelry and we can go to church and repent. God will forgive you for what you’ve done and my dad doesn’t even have to know.”
“Your dad doesn’t have to know? Sharon, do you honestly believe I give a shit anymore what you dad things about me and my salvation? I told you, I’m done with that shit. I’ve been goody-two-shoes all my life. I’ve always done what people expected of me. Now it’s time to do what I want to do. “
“But Heidi, this is so sudden. Yesterday you were fine, laughing and talking about the girls’ retreat at church and now you’re backslid? When did you decide to do this? Please tell me it wasn’t yesterday. Oh my god, it was, wasn’t it? That’s it! It must be some kind of spell! That fortune teller yesterday must have put some kind of spell on you to make you go against your morals like this.”
There was a brief glimmer of hope as she saw a weird look cross Heidi’s face. “How do I know if she put some kind of spell on me? So what if she did? I finally feel free for the first time in my life and there’s no way I’m going back now. I was stupid to follow those teachings for so long, but fucking cares now? If you had any sense, you’d take a walk on the wild side too.”
Sharon ran to her room, locked the door, and cried herself to sleep. She didn’t give any more thought to making the church service that night.
The next morning, Sharon had an early class and got up as soon as her alarm went off. She quickly put on a nice summer dress and flip-flops and grabbed her book bag. She stepped into the kitchen to see Heidi eating a piece of toast. Her friend was wearing a skin tight t-shirt and a pair of the tightest jeans she’d ever seen. She wore her beautiful long hair down. She looked at Sharon and smiled.
“Look, Shar, about last night. I’m really sorry, okay? I know it seems a little sudden for you, but my decision to leave the church was my decision, okay? Sure, maybe the visit to New Orleans opened my eyes to some things, but you had to know that I’ve been drifting away from church for quite a while now, right?”
“Yeah, I guess I did see the signs,” Sharon admitted, “but I didn’t want to admit it.”
“Well, I’m sorry if I hurt you. I didn’t mean to, really I didn’t. But this is something I wanted to do for myself. It doesn’t affect our friendship. We’ve been BFFs forever and we always will be, okay?” Heidi stood up and stepped to her friend with her arms out. Sharon hugged her back and smiled. “Look, I’ve only got two classes today, but I probably won’t be home when you get home this afternoon. I’m going somewhere to see about getting a haircut. I’m sick of all of this hair. Do you want to go along?”
“Uh, no, you go ahead. This ‘new you’ is going to take some getting used to. I don’t think I’m quite ready to support you in your decision to break the church’s rules. I hope you understand.”
“Yep, I understand completely, but wait until you see me rocking the new ‘do. You’re going to fu—, uh, I mean, freaking love it!” Heidi laughed out loud as Sharon just shook her head in confusion. She simply didn’t understand what her best friend was doing to herself.
When Sharon got home from class later that afternoon, she noticed her front door was unlocked. She looked around and noticed that Heidi’s car wasn’t in the drive way. She opened the door slightly and thought she heard talking coming from inside the apartment. She reached in her purse and grabbed her pepper spray and stepped quietly inside, the spray at the ready. As she crept into the living room, what she saw brought her up dead in her tracks.
“Well, baby doll, it’s about fuckin’ time you got home! I’ve been here for two fuckin’ hours waiting on your ass. I thought you got out of class at noon on Mondays?”
Sharon did not recognize the strange man sitting on her sofa and she stepped forward to spray him. “Who are you and what are you doing in my house? Get out of here right now before I blast you with this and call the police! I mean it, I’ll use it!”
“Whoa there sweet cheeks, that ain’t no way to talk to your boyfriend is it?”
That comment pulled Sharon up sharp. “Ben,” she asked, leaning slightly forward to get a better look. “Is that you? It can’t…”
He just laughed. “Yeah, babe, it can be me. I’m surprised that you didn’t recognize me right off, the new me being your dream man and all. I’ve got to admit, though, I was a little surprised when I woke up this morning and saw who was looking back at me in the mirror. You might be an innocent little church girl on the outside, but if the new me is any indication of what’s on the inside, we’re both in for one hell of a ride!”
Sharon looked at Ben as if for the first time. She hated to admit it, but she could already feel her panties starting to get damp at the sight of her boyfriend. She expected to feel guilty for having done this to him, and maybe there was a tinge of sadness, but she didn’t really feel guilty at all. What she did feel was surprise. She didn’t realize until now how dark her fantasies could get. She shuddered to think of what other changes Ben might have gone through. There were other darker urges that she had constantly fought as a church girl. Having a thing for rough bikers was only one. She looked again at her boyfriend and fought back the urge to touch herself. Instead, she just stared at him and rubbed her thighs together under her skirt, hoping he wouldn’t notice how she was aroused.
Ben’s short cropped hair was gone now and in its place hung long loose curls, brushing past his collar and reaching to the bottom of his now bulging shoulder muscles. Ben had never been one for being overly masculine, but this new Ben was exactly the opposite. His old cardigan sweater was gone, replaced by a tight fitting denim biker vest that had an emblem of a pentagram with Harley Davidson wings embroidered on the back that said “Los Diablos Motorcycle Club”. His tanned skin glistened in the dim lighting of the living room, accentuating the bulging muscles in his arms and chest. A skin tight white t-shirt barely covered his bulging biceps. A tribal tattoo circled around his left bicep and a small gold hoop earring hung from his left ear. The old Ben seldom wore jeans, preferring dress slacks for church of casual khakis or corduroys. This Ben, however, sported faded old Levis with holes in the knees and a beat up pair of leather biker boots that fit snuggly on his bulging calves.
Ben reached into his vest pocket and brought out a pack of cigarettes. Sharon just looked on in horror as Ben lit one up and blew a smoke ring toward his girlfriend. He laughed when she coughed.
“What do you think you’re doing?” she asked, obviously upset.
“What the fuck does it look like I’m doing? Why are you so bent out of shape? It is what you dreamed of, right? Don’t go whining about it now. I was perfectly happy being the quiet little geek trying to be the good little Christian boy, but no, you had to come along and do this shit to me. Don’t go getting all teary-eyed now. You did it!”
Sharon finally began to cry. “I’m so sorry, Ben. I honestly didn’t mean to. I tried to convince Heidi not to go in that place, but she wouldn’t listen. Honestly, I had no idea this would happen. Please forgive me!”
“Forgive you for what? For fucking fixing me? Look at me, Sharon. I’m a goddamn buff bad ass biker motherfucker. Shit, girl, I’m thanking you for changing me. I’ll never go back to that weak piece of shit I was before. What going to be even more fun is watching your transformation. I mean, I’ve already seen the changes Heidi has gone through in just two days. Did you do that to Heidi, too?”
“When did you see Heidi? Of course I didn’t do anything to Heidi. I think Madame Zerelda must have put some kind of spell on Heidi when she got her fortune read.”
“Heidi called me yesterday before you came over and told me what was going on with her. She sounded drunk on the phone, so I tried to pray for her. Then after you got finished with me and I started to feel the changes, I called her back and told her what was going on. We both got a big laugh out of how lame we were before. She told me what she was going to do today, so I met her at the tattoo shop and body piercing place this morning. We got our tats and piercings together this morning. I wish it would have been you with me, but Heidi was way cooler about it than I imagine you are right now. Don’t worry, though, I’ll be there with you when you finally get yours.”
“Get mine? What are you talking about? I’m absolutely not going to do anything to defile God’s temple!”
“Why not, Sharon? What are you afraid of? You and I both know this is what you secretly want. If it wasn’t, I wouldn’t be who you’ve turned me into, so quit fucking denying it. The sooner you accept it, the happier we’ll both be.”
“No, Ben, you’re wrong. This is me, the real me. The very conservative and very religious preacher’s daughter you fell in love with. Please don’t try to mess with my mind,” Sharon cried.
“Why the fuck not? You didn’t seem to mind messing with my mind when you made these changes to me.”
“I didn’t make the changes. Madame Zerelda did,” Sharon continued to sob.
“That voodoo bitch might have put that spell shit in that little bottle, Sharon, but this ‘new me’ is all you, and you know it. Nobody forced you to go in that voodoo shop. You did that shit all on your own, so don’t blame it on Heidi, either. Heidi knew she was breaking the church rules when she stepped foot through the door and Heidi is paying for her mistake as we speak. The old Heidi disappeared as soon as she got her fortune read. But you had to be a smartass and piss off the old witch and now both of us have to pay for your mistake, not that I mind all that much,” Ben said as he took another drag off his Marlboro.
Sharon began to sob harder and started to say she was sorry again, but Ben cut her off.
“Quit feeling sorry for yourself, Sharon. I told you I’m not sorry that you did this to me. Being bad is so much more fun than being good. Just ask Heidi when she gets home. Quit trying to fight your urges and just give in. Why not join me and Heidi and fucking live a little for once?”
“I can’t,” was all Sharon managed to say. Ben saw a chink in her armor and he pressed the issue.
“Can’t or won’t? Is it because you physically can’t join us in enjoying the sinful pleasures of the world, or you don’t want to? Is it because of what your parents might say, or your equally self-righteous church friends? When are you going to start living for Sharon and not for them?”
“I can’t and you know why? They expect me to…”
“Fuck that!” Ben roared, obviously aggravated with his girlfriend. “Quit fucking making excuses, bitch! Look at you, you’re crying like a baby over something you created, all the while you’re fucking creaming your panties looking at me,” Ben saw the surprise come over her face and continued. “What, you didn’t think I saw you squirming there looking at my new look, smoking a cigarette like a true bad boy? I know you too well, Sharon. You’re turned on more right now than you ever have been before, aren’t you? “
“Yes,” was all Sharon could manage to whisper.
Ben stepped forward, grabbed his girlfriend and forcefully gave her a kiss. She opened her mouth to accept his rough kiss, losing herself in the process. They stood there making out with wild abandon. Sharon was no longer trying to fight her sexual urges. She knew full well that she should be fighting these urges like she and Ben had so successfully done in the past, but fighting was far from her mind. She felt the pleasure move up her thighs and eventually to the pleasure center of her brain.
She let out a soft moan as Ben kissed her neck. She returned the gesture, biting him and sucking at the same time. Ben leaned forward and playfully licked at her earlobe. She moaned again and arched her back, rubbing her jean skirt clad groin against his muscular thigh. He knew she was ready.
“Are you ready to fuck me, Sharon? Are you ready to give your body to me, finally?” Ben whispered to her.
“Yes,” Sharon managed to whisper back, giving no thought to the consequences.
“Say it,” he whispered again. “Tell me what I want to hear. Tell me and I’ll do it. Tell me to stop and I’ll stop. The choice is yours, Sharon. Tell me what you want.”
“Fuck me,” she said, defeat registering in her voice for only a second, then, with the passion taking over, she said it again. “Fuck me, Benjamin. Fuck me and make me yours!”
He picked her up in his strong, rough arms and carried her to her bedroom. He kicked the door shut behind him and threw her on the bed. He began to undress and watched as she did the same. She looked up at him with pure, unadulterated lust in her eyes. There was not even a flicker of the old innocent church girl behind those baby blues. Something else, darker and more sinister lurked just behind the surface.
Sharon looked at Ben again with a fire in her eyes. “I choose you, Ben, and whatever that means. Make me yours!”
Ben laughed wickedly and mounted his girlfriend.
Two days later, Sharon watched in mock horror as her former ultra conservative boyfriend sat on her sofa downing a bottle of vodka. She had never seen him drink so much as a beer before, now he was swilling vodka like a Russian Cossack. She didn’t know what to think of the changes she had made to her boyfriend, but she had to admit, they were growing on her. She hadn’t yet made any changes herself. Inwardly, she was still struggling with her decision to have sex with Ben before marriage. She had willingly broken a vow that each had made and had once held sacred. She still felt tinges of guilt for what she had done, but when she felt like repenting of her sins, Ben would do something else to turn her own and before she knew it, they were right back in bed.
At the moment, Heidi was gone, which was typical of the new and improved Heidi. She had made some radical changes herself lately and she was rarely at home anymore. Wednesday night was party night at their school and Heidi was making up for all of those years she missed out on while trying to be a good little church girl. Heidi had come home late Monday night after Sharon and Ben had finished making love. Heidi knew something was up right off, but didn’t have time to comment. Ben and Sharon were too busy commenting on Heidi’s new tattoos, piercings, and the case of beer she put in the fridge.
Sharon wondered now what it would be like to drink a beer or two. Sharon had never touched alcohol, tobacco, or any type of drug in her life, but watching Ben indulge in his new found love of alcohol made Sharon wonder what it would be like to get drunk. She also wondered if she had wished this change on her boyfriend as well. So far, all of Ben’s changes were things she outwardly despised, but secretly fantasized about. Maybe drinking was another.
Ben was not content with Sharon’s only vice being sex. He repeatedly tried to push her into making decisions that would change her the way he and Heidi had been changed. In her mind, she had done a terrible job of resisting. While she had made no sinful choices other than sex, she could feel her dam begin to crack. The more she saw Ben and Heidi do, the more she secretly wanted it for herself. She feared that Ben had picked up on that because his newest persuasion tactics were working better and better.
Ben finished his vodka straight from the bottle, burped, and got up off the couch. He walked to a bag he had sat by the door when he rode up on his Harley earlier. He picked up the bag and smiled, handing Sharon the bag.
“Here, babe, I got these for you. I already know what you’re reaction is going to be, but spare me the theatrics. I know you better than you know yourself, so don’t give me any shit. What you have in that bag is going to look like one thing, but it really is another. You see, what you really have in that bag, Sharon, is a choice. The same choice that you said that crazy voodoo witch bitch said you had to make. It’s time you finally made the decision to either join me and be the person you want to be, or kick me out of your life and your bed, forever. The choice is yours, just like that bitch promised it would be, but I’m not waiting any longer for you to make it. It’s now or never.”
Sharon looked at Ben with tears in her eyes. She started to protest, but she knew he was right. It was time to make a decision. She looked into the bag he handed her and saw that it contained some pieces of black leather. She frowned as she pulled the articles of clothing out of the bag. First was a pair of black leather pants and the other was some type of corset, also of black leather.
“Wh-wh, what do you want me to do with these?” she stammered.
“What the fuck do you think I want you to do with those? I want your prissy ass to put them on, and then I want you to go put on some makeup, and maybe some jewelry, and do something with that fuckin’ mop of yours while you’re at it.”
Never in a million years would the old Ben have talked so filthy and been so demanding, but she had to admit it sort of turned her on now. Maybe she was changing after all. Maybe she had already changed and just didn’t want to admit it. Sharon took the pieces of leather, she wasn’t ready to call them clothes, and walked into the bedroom and shut the door. She undressed and laid the leather pants on the bed. She walked around and pulled out her favorite church dress and laid it beside the pants. She stared at both garments. One represented the safe, quiet, innocent life she had chosen to live until now. She could easily put the dress on and go back to that life forever. Sure, it might mean losing Ben, but she knew that God would send her another Christian boy to take his place. She also knew that she could repent of her sexual sins and be cleansed. Putting on that dress represented everything that was holy about the decision she was about to make.
On the other hand, those leather pants represented everything that was evil and wrong about this decision. If she chose those pants, she would, in effect, be choosing a life of sin. She would be forsaking everything that she had ever known. She would have to eventually explain herself to her family and church friends, but she already knew they would neither understand nor accept her decision. She faced certain negative repercussions from her family and possible shunning from her church. If she chose the leather, she would lose everything that she had ever known? But how much more sinful pleasures would she gain by choosing the darker path?
Finally making her choice, she sighed and did as instructed, and then looked at her reflection in the mirror. The black leather pants were so tight that she thought she would never be able to get them on. She wasn’t sure what to do with the leather corset, but she finally figured it out. It laced up the front and pushed her small, pert breasts up so that she actually had cleavage. The corset stopped just above her midriff and the bottom of her belly button was just visible. The low rise hip hugging pants, coupled with the leather corset, really took Sharon by surprise. She had to admit that she looked really hot in this get up.
As she looked at herself in the mirror, not yet ready to reveal herself to Ben, she felt something wash over her. She had felt nothing but fear and guilt as she struggled to wiggle into the skin tight leather, but now that it was on, she felt something totally different. She felt peace. She felt as if her very morals and inhibitions had suddenly vanished. She felt stronger, braver, and more sexy than she ever thought possible. She was ready to tackle the world. For the first time in her pathetic existence, she felt like getting into trouble!
She was still looking at herself in the mirror when the bedroom door opened and she felt Ben’s muscular arms reach around her waist and pull her closer to him. He leaned down and whispered in her ear. She could feel his long wavy locks brushing her bare shoulders and she could smell the vodka on his breath. She smiled.
“You look fuckin’ HOT, babe,” whispered Ben. He reached up and ran his fingers through her hair and nibbled on her bare ear. “I bet you’d be twice as hot as a wild ass blonde with some piercings to set it all off. What you say we blow this joint and go get you a proper bad girl makeover?”
Sharon had always been a conservative, good little girl. Her religious parents had instilled in her an appreciation for all things good and wholesome. That was undoubtedly why she had taken up with Ben, who was as wholesome and morally sound as she was. He was “safe” and she knew her parents would approve. Now standing in front of her was her deepest wet dream of a bad boy, definitely someone that her parents or her church friends would never approve. The only friend that Sharon had left who would approve of this new Ben was Heidi. That was because the new Heidi was as depraved as Ben. Sharon shuddered for a second to think that she might be about to become as sinful and depraved as her two best friends.
She just looked into the mirror at Ben and smiled, but only on the outside. She felt a brief tinge of remorse for what used to be as she looked at her new bad ass biker boyfriend. At least for Ben, he had had no control over what had been done to him. One minute he was a faithful choirboy, the next he was a bad ass biker. The change barely registered in his mind, it was if this was how he had always been.
But for her, it was going to be different. She was going to know everything that was happening to her. Worse yet, she was going to actively participate in the changes and she almost felt powerless to stop it. Maybe that witch of a fortune teller was right after all. The changes were already happening. Gone was her long skirt and frumpy high neck blouse with the long sleeves. In just a few minutes after Ben had suggested it, she stood before him in skin tight black leather pants and a matching leather corset. She had barely put up a fight, instead choosing willingly to do that which she knew was against her morals and values.
Ben smiled approvingly at the scantily clad leather girl in front of him. “Come on, Sharon, let’s go for a ride. I think you need to quit hiding behind your religion and start living a little. Change is good for the soul and you know you want to.”
At Ben’s words, she shook herself out of her mini-trance. She rubbed the soft leather and felt a now-familiar wave of sexual pleasure race through her veins. In a flash, her self-doubt and inhibitions were gone once again. She took Ben by the hand and smiled.
“Oh, what the hell,” she said, “let’s go!”
The vibrations of the big Harley Davidson sent shivers of pleasure up Sharon’s spine like she had never felt before. Of course her now erect nipples pushing against the soft leather of her halter top didn’t help matters, either. Until a couple of days ago, Sharon had been still a virgin. But now, she was willingly having sex with her boyfriend with wild abandon. She wondered why she had ever waited so long. For the first time in her life, Sharon Valardi felt free and powerful. She had been a fool to ever get so wrapped up in all of that religious dogma growing up. It was time to embrace the real Sharon. It was time to once and for all let herself go and let her hair down.
Speaking of hair, hers was a mess. She made the decision to make a few changes to her life when she agreed to go for a ride with Ben. Now it was time to take the first step. She tapped Ben on the shoulder and told him to pull over at a beauty salon across the street. The name on the sign appealed to her: “XtremZ”. Going to extremes seemed to be the order of the day. She asked Ben to come inside with her as she walked up to the receptionist.
The receptionist was a cute young girl with bright blue eyes, heavy makeup, and the most amazing platinum blonde hair she had ever seen.
“Hi, my name is Heather, welcome to XtremZ, what can we do for you today?” asked the receptionist.
“Do you take walk-ins?”
“We do today. Things are pretty slow. If you want, Sindi can take you now. What did you have in mind?”
Before Sharon could answer, Ben stepped up to Heather. “Would it be possible for me to have a word with Sindi first? Today’s my girlfriend’s birthday, and I’d like to surprise her.”
“Uh, sure,” said the receptionist, “right this way”. She led him behind the counter and down the hall to a beautiful stylist sitting in her salon chair reading a magazine. She was small and petite with a beautiful face and the most amazing green eyes. She sported a short, funky style with bright multi-colored highlights. He also noticed that she had several intricate tattoos on her arms and her nose was pierced. He immediately loved her style.
In a few minutes, Ben walked back to the receptionist desk and smiled at Sharon. Heather looked up at an obviously nervous Sharon and said softly, “Sindi is ready for you now. And don’t worry, she is our best stylist. You’re in excellent hands.”
Sharon had never been inside a salon before today. Her religion strictly forbade women to conform to the modern styles and fads of the day, so she had always worn her hair long and straight. She never even trimmed it. Now here she was sitting in the chair about to let a total stranger do God only knows what to her virgin hair. But she did have to admit, it was all kind of exciting. She was secretly starting to like this new life.
Sindi was pleasant and easy to talk to. She immediately put Sharon to ease as she put on the cape and picked up the scissors. Before starting on her client, however, Sindi turned the chair away from the mirror.
“What are you doing?” asked a very nervous Sharon.
“Your boyfriend was very adamant that you not see your new style until I was completely finished. He wanted it to be a birthday surprise. Don’t worry; I’ll take care of you. Besides, you’re obviously lucky to have such a great guy. If you only knew what he was paying for your makeover today. Happy Birthday.” Sindi picked up the comb and scissors.
Under her breath, Sharon whispered to herself, “But it’s not even my birthday.”
She flinched when the scissors touched her virgin hair.
Sharon could feel Sindi gather her hair into a tight pony tail at the base of her skull. She had never been inside a salon, but she knew enough about hair to know there was no reason to pull the hair back just for a trim. She wasn’t sure what was about to happen, but she was certain it wasn’t going to be good. Just then, she felt a pull at the base of the pony tail and felt the scissors begin to saw through her thick brown locks.
“Oh my God!” she whimpered. She felt the pony tail pull free and her hair immediately felt much lighter. She could feel stands of hair brush against the bottom of her ear lobe.
“Don’t worry, my dear. I promise it will be fine” said Sindi. “Just sit here while I mix the color.”
Color? Sharon hadn’t said anything to Ben about color. She had intended to stop here and get her hair trimmed and maybe a few highlights, but she had a feeling this wasn’t going to be the case.
In a few minutes Sindi returned with a bowl of blue paste and a brush. She began to paint the concoction into Sharon’s beautiful brown hair. When the concoction had completely coated her now shoulder length locks, Sindi began to massage the foaming paste, which had now turned white, into her scalp. Sharon began to relax with the massage and actually accepted a glass of wine that Sindi offered to her while the color set. She had never drunk alcohol before, but today was a day for change, so one glass wouldn’t hurt.
The wine began to relax her and she closed her eyes, a pleasant smile on her face.
“All done!” exclaimed Sindi, “Are you ready for the new and improved Sharon?”
Sharon was startled. She must have drifted off for a few minutes. She never felt the hair dryer or the rest of her haircut. She was nervous about what she would see when Sindi turned the chair to face the mirror, but she was also excited. She began to feel a familiar tingling in her crotch. Ben was walking toward her with a huge grin on his face and she could almost swear she saw a huge bulge in his jeans.
“Let’s do it,” replied Sharon. Sindi turned the chair toward the mirror.
Sharon gasped. Staring back at her was someone she didn’t recognize. Gone were her long brown locks. Her hair was now cut in a very short, very choppy ultra modern style. The color transformation was the most shocking of all. Her hair was now stark white platinum, almost totally devoid of color, standing out in stark contrast to her naturally tanned skin tone. Sindi had also done her makeup. For someone who had never even worn makeup a day in her life, her new look made Sharon feel dark and mysterious. She absolutely loved it!
Ben almost looked nervous. “Well, how do you like it?” he asked.
“It’s fucking amazing!” squealed Sharon. She played with the ends of her platinum hair, which didn’t even brush the top of her shoulders now. Standing there dressed in black leather with platinum blonde hair and heavy makeup, she looked like a bona fide biker slut. And she loved it. Gone forever was the prudish little religious nerd she had been just a few hours ago. She was finally the slut she had always secretly wanted to be.
Sharon couldn’t wipe the smile off of her face as she walked outside and waited by Ben’s Harley. She could feel her pussy squishing inside the leather pants. She had to admit that she could learn to like this bad girl stuff. She looked around while she waited for Ben to finish paying Sindi for the haircut. She smiled when she saw him walk outside and light a cigarette. Without saying a word, Sharon reached for his box of Marlboro Lights and his lighter. He just smiled and gave them up without comment. Sharon had never said a swear word in her life and now she was dropping the F-bomb. Why should her deciding to suddenly smoke a cigarette surprise him now?
“What now sexy?” he asked, fighting the urge to rub his raging hard on.
She pointed across the street at a small brick building that said “Tattoos and Body Piercings”.
“I think if we’re going to embrace my inner bad girl, we may as well do it all the way,” she said.
“Are you sure this is what you want to do? Have you thought this through? What about your family and friends? What will they say when Sharon Badass shows up looking all hot and sexy?”
“Fuck them and fuck that life. I made my decision to finally live my life on my own terms and fuck anybody that can’t accept that. Now, if I’m going to do this and embrace this new lifestyle, I’m not going into it half-assed. I’m going all the way. Let’s go!”
A few hours later, still hand in hand, the new Sharon climbed on the back of the big Harley Davidson and waited for the familiar vibration of the engine to massage her pussy. Her face and back were sore, but it had been worth it. Before today she had never even had her ears pierced. Now a small silver stud adorned her left nostril, several hoops adorned each ear, and she smiled absently as she tapped the barbell in her tongue against her teeth. Her leather corset stopped just short of the magnificent silver onyx that hung over her belly button from the new piercing there. She loved the piercings, but it was the new, beautifully sculpted intricate lower back tattoo that she loved the most.
She playfully reached around and grabbed the bulge in his jeans. “Why don’t we get us a little something to wet our whistle and you can take me home and I can show you just what other ‘new things’ the ‘new me’ wants to explore!”
Without saying a word, Ben fired up the big Harley and roared off toward the closest liquor store.
Two hours later, Ben leaned in the doorway of Sharon’s den and looked at the girl slouching on the couch. Her bright platinum white hair contrasted with the dark leather of her clothes and the tiny stud in her nose caught the reflection of the overhead light. He thought of how far she had come in just a few hours and once again felt the bulge in his jeans tighten.
This girl bore little resemblance to the girl he fell in love with, but he knew he wasn’t the same man she had fallen in love with, either. He caught his reflection in a mirror out of the corner of his eye. He grinned when he noticed that his muscles were bulging under the tight white t-shirt he wore. A large tribal tattoo encircled his left bicep. His hair was now long and wavy, just brushing he tops of his shoulders and his face sported a scruffy five o’clock shadow. His jeans, faded and worn, were tight and hugged the bulging muscles in his thighs. On his feet was a pair of black badass motorcycle boots. He smiled as he remembered what he looked like just a few days ago: short choir boy hair and thick glasses that made him look like Harry Potter. A nerdy cardigan sweater over dress slacks and no muscles to speak of. He had been the complimentary stereotypical good boy nerd to Sharon’s goody-two-shoes girl-next-door.
Ben remembered everything about his prior life, but he had no desire to ever go back to that kind of shitty existence. Thanks to Sharon and her chance visit to a fortune teller, he was now the kind of man he never dreamed he could be. What still amazed him was how much his girlfriend had changed in just one day. When he came over this morning, she looked like Laura Ingalls and now she looked like a wet dream. Even more amazing than that was the fact that she had chosen to change herself. There was none of that voodoo-magic-hocus pocus bullshit with Sharon. She had done these things to herself because she wanted to do them.
“Whatcha doin’ big sexy?” slurred Sharon from her perch on the couch. She had never touched alcohol before today and she was now well on her way to getting drunk.
“Nothing, really, just admiring the new you?” Ben said, smiling.
Sharon looked up and smiled. “Yeah, I guess I have made a few changes pretty fast, huh?” She looked at the beer in her hand. “I can’t believe I’ve done so much in one day. I must be possessed or something.”
Ben laughed out loud. “No, that’s me and Heidi, remember? You did this shit to yourself with no help from anybody.”
“I guess you’re right, but it is still pretty fucking amazing when you think about it. It’s like I’ve been having this shit bottled up inside of me so long and I was afraid to let it out. Now that I have, I can’t stop. Fuck, I don’t want to stop. In one day I’ve done almost everything I’ve been taught was wrong and I love it. I can’t get enough of it. It’s not enough that I put on pants; I put on the sexiest leather you could imagine. Instead of just trimming my hair, I cut that shit completely off and came out a platinum blonde. I couldn’t just get my ears pierced; I got a whole shitload of piercings and a tramp stamp to boot. In one day I’ve experimented with smoking and I’m well on my way to getting drunk for the first time in my life. That’s not normal behavior, and I know it’s not, and I know I should be concerned, but I’m not. I’m fucking having the time of my life!”
“But what about two weeks from now when school ends and we have to go back home? What are you going to do about your parents?” asked Ben.
“I’ve got that shit covered. That voodoo bitch did her mojo shit on Heidi, and then she did it on that black goo I gave you, right?” Sharon asked as Ben nodded his agreement. “Well, I plan to pay her another visit this weekend. I need to thank her for being so right about me, but I also want some more of that potion. I think it’s going to be a real hit at the Valardi household this summer!”
Ben smiled and shook his head at just how wickedly evil his girlfriend had allowed herself to become. Sharon saw that look in his eyes and immediately knew what it meant. She knew just how much her transformation turned him on and she was playing it for all it was worth. She looked at his bulging crotch and smiled, reaching for his belt as he walked forward.
“Hmmm, now that’s one change I’m sure going to enjoy,” she said, motioning for his new larger cock. “Now get over here and fuck me before Heidi gets home.”