Chapter Seven: Hottest Girls Night

“YOU HAVE GOT TO BE FUCKING KIDDING ME!!!”

Lola burned with outrage as the group stared at the Delta house, HOTTEST GIRLS NIGHT banner across the entrance. The usual lines of guys and girls filed into the tents - but everyone that emerged looked exactly the same.

They all looked like Lola.

Lolas in the courtyard. Lolas in the ballroom. Lolas playing boob pong. Lolas queued up for beer and jungle juice. Lolas making out with Lolas in every quiet corner.

Hundreds and hundreds of naked, curvy sex goddesses with tits like bowling balls and wavy black hair down to their flawless asses. They even had black collars with little diamonds.

Violet stretched her ropes to put a consoling arm around Lola’s waist. “It’s an incredible complement, Mistress - and accurate. You are the hottest girl of them all.”

Zoey nodded in agreement. “You made quite an impression on Alex, apparently.”

Lola was in no way convinced. “That would all be great, except I don’t look like that right now! These bitches are biting my style! It’s copyright infringement! I’m gonna sue their fucking pants off!”

She turned, clamping a hand on Dominick’s mouth. “And don’t you dare say ‘they’re not wearing pants’... Master.”

A whistle drew the group’s attention. One of the Masks was standing a few yards away, black face pointed towards them. They made the ‘come here’ gesture with a lightning-gloved finger, then ducked down an alley.

Zoey took a deep breath. “Ok, here we go. Everyone stay calm. Don’t antagonize them.”

There were six Masks with Sarah, anonymous in their blue hoodies. Three of them had the jury-rigged deconfig gizmos. The other three had baseball bats. Sarah stood in the middle, eyes filled with distrust. She acknowledged Zoey - then recoiled as Donna turned the corner.

She pointed a gloved finger at Donna, lightning playing on the tip. “Do you understand what that thing really is? Can you see her?”

Donna withered at ‘thing,’ trying to back away. Wyatt put an arm around her waist. “You’re looking with the wrong kinda of eyes, lady. Donna’s a great girl, if you could be bothered to put your prejudice aside.”

Zoey put hands up for calm. “Donna’s nothing to worry about. She’s just a girl from out of town who made some mistakes. She didn’t do anything to anybody. If you want the truth about all this, talk to the person who did. Talk to Alex.”

Sarah lowered her hand. “Fine. Pretend I believe you. How are you gonna get me in to talk to Alex?”

“We’re gonna walk right in and stand in the courtyard - right where your buddies can see. Alex will come to us, then we’ll go somewhere private and sort this out. It’ll all make sense in a few minutes.”

“And if Alex doesn’t come out?”

Zoey jerked her head towards Dom. “Then my husband starts putting people to beddy-bye until he does. Alex won’t risk the party getting spoiled a third time.”

“Husband? Wasn’t he your wife last time?”

“Yeah,” Dom said. “I chose to get transformed, and chose to change back. It really is voluntary and reversible, Sarah.”

Sarah stared at them all for a long moment, then nodded. “Ok, let’s do it.”

She turned back to the other Masks. “Just… keep your eyes open and stay out of the way, alright? If you don’t hear from me in an hour, run.” With that, she crossed to join them.

—

“Mistress, I was wrong before - this is Heaven. If God is real, this is where I want to go when I die.”

The crew stood in the courtyard of Delta house, legions of Lolas partying in all directions. The group's non-Lola-ness made them stick out like the sorest of thumbs. A Lola walked past, hair tied up, the name “BILLY” painted on her tits.

Lola grabbed her arm. “Hey sister, where’d you get the paint?” The Lola looked Lola up and down, confused by her appearance, but jerked her head to the left. “Big buckets of body paint pens in the foyer.”

Lola let the Lola go, then turned to Donna and Wyatt. “Cheech, Chong, can you go grab us some pens? I need something written down.”

“Cheech?” Donna was baffled, but Wyatt gently led her away.

The rest of the group stood in awkward silence for a minute. Zoey tried to break the tension.

“So, Sarah, are those others your dorm friends? Are you a Freshman?”

She hesitated for a moment before replying. “Sophomore. They’re my D&D group.”

Everyone turned at the mention of Dungeons and Dragons.

“Really?” Lola asked. “What’s your character?”

“Um, I’m the DM.”

“Oh cool! Our friend Dave runs our group.” She pointed to the others. “Zoey’s a Human Monk, Master’s a Tiefling Warlock, Vi’s a Dragonborn Paladin, and I play a Half-Elf, multi-class Rogue and Artificer. Donna’s dad plays sometimes - he’s a Halfling Bard.”

“My character serves Tymora,” Violet added, “The trickster God. Regina - that’s Mistress’ character - is also a worshipper. We met during a ceremony at the Thieves’ Guild…”

Her monologue was interrupted by the return of Wyatt and Donna, who handed Lola a few paint pens. She shook up a black one and passed it to Dom.

“Master, would you please write ‘The real Lola’ on my stomach? All caps on LOLA, lots of exclamation points.” 

Dominick did as requested, beautiful calligraphy covering her midriff. He grabbed a red pen to underline REAL, then Zoey took it from him. In clumsy handwriting, she added ‘My Beautiful Whore’ along Lola’s collarbone.

“Awww!” Lola gave her a peck on the cheek. “See? It’s sweet when you do it right!”

Sarah watched the scene, flummoxed, and nearly missed the Deltas heading towards them. Her gloved hand snapped up at them and the group flinched.

“Easy! Easy!” Zoey interposed herself between the groups, then turned to the Deltas. “Is Alex ready to talk?”

The one with the black eye stepped forward. “He wants to know if the witch is here, Mr Vasquez.”

Zoey looked at Dom, who put his hands up in apology. “I am, in fact, the witch. Alex thought my wife was me, and we didn’t correct him. If you don’t start any trouble, I won’t start any trouble.”

The guy gave him an angry, fearful look but didn’t say anything. There was a minute of texting then he jerked a thumb towards the house. “Come on.”

They moved through the sea of Lolas in the courtyard, a Red Lolas Vs Blue Lolas touch football game happening on the lawn. There were two Lolas helping the Delta at the beer keg, a line of Lolas waiting for their drink. They passed a second line of Lolas waiting for the bathroom, then went down into the basement.

Alex sat at a table in a crowded storage room, scowling. The background noise of a hundred chattering Lolas was muffled by the heavy oak floors. He gestured, and the other Deltas left, shutting the door behind them.

“Answer me this,” he said to Dom with a tired voice. “Are you really Dominick Vasquez? The cartoonist?”

Dom replied by pulling the paint pen from his pocket. A few seconds of work put a drawing of Mister Hedgehog on the wall. “You want Edna Echinda too?”

Alex rubbed at his temples. “Never meet your heroes, I guess.”

Zoey stepped forward. “Alex, I’m sorry we tricked you. We didn’t understand what you were up to. We’ve had to deal with some really bad people in this job; we’ve gotten paranoid.”

“We assumed the worst, but you haven’t done anything but show your friends a good time.”

“You’re a good guy - a brilliant guy - who figured out some amazing hacks while still following all the reconfig-a-mabob rules.”

“The only problem is that you stole it. Donna was ready to give you whatever you wanted, ready to be your friend - and you stole it and ran off while she had her back turned.”

“Wait,” Donna interrupted. “Alex didn’t steal it!” She pointed at Sarah. “Sarah stole it! I never met Alex until the first party!”

“I didn’t steal anything!” Sarah put her hands up defensively. “I was taking a shower when a demon from Hell materialized in front of me, screaming about giving something back!”

“I ran for my fucking life, and when I finally stopped shitting my pants, I snuck back into the bathroom and found a glowing blue ball on the ground!”

Zoey put a hand up. “You found the deconfig-a-mabob, and when you touched it, it bonded with you and downloaded the manual into your mind.”

“Yeah,” Sarah continued. “And then everyone started changing - only they didn’t know they’d been changed! I could see the energy twisting around them, see the tendrils touching the minds of the unchanged.” She pointed at Donna. “I could see her.”

Zoey nodded, everything adding up. “And you’re a brilliant girl - you saw how to hack your gizmo without breaking the rules too. You made some backup units, gave them to people you could trust, tried to save everyone.”

“It was a good idea, given what you knew - very clever and very brave.”

She walked around the table and stood next to Alex. “Nicky, did you ever power up your deconfig-a-mabob?”

“No - Alex hadn’t done anything wrong. It’s not something to wave around.”

“Would you please power it up now?”

Dom shrugged and closed his eyes. Blue lightning began to play across his fingertips. He looked up again and his mouth went wide. “Crap. Ok, I see it now. Good catch, hon.”

“Come on!” Lola stomped her foot, indignant. “Stop playing murder mystery and just tell us what the fuck is happening!”

Zoey smiled at the outburst. “Almost there, sweetie. There’s just one more thing.” She turned to Sarah. “I promised you a clean shot at Alex, and you’ll get it in a moment.” Alex turned, shocked and betrayed.

Zoey put her hand up and stepped between them. “But first, I want you to shoot me.” She spread her hands wide. “You can see Alex’s changes, you can see mine. Shoot me and see what happens.”

Sarah raised her hand slowly, clearly afraid of a trap, but clenched her fist anyway. The blast struck and the room filled with a blinding light. The stink of ozone permeated the air as everyone blinked away spots in their eyes.

Zoey Vasquez still stood, and she was unchanged. Mostly.

She glanced at her now-normal ass. “Oh yeah…” she commented. Then she focused. She turned to Alex, and her eyes were filled with compassion.

“Alex Bishop, you are a man. You’ve always been a man, and you always will be. You’re not going back, and neither am I.”

Sarah’s eyes went wide, hand dropping. Her voice was full of tears. “Alexis?”

Alex shook his head, also tearing up. “Alexander. My name is Alexander Harold Bishop.”

Zoey turned back to Sarah. “He’s your twin brother.”

“But.. but…” Sarah struggled with the enormity of it. “Mom? Dad? They don’t remember…”

“They’d never have understood! We were always the Bishop sisters, their perfect little girls - but I’m not a girl!” He wiped away tears. 

“You weren’t supposed to know either. It was supposed to be perfect. I got the life I always wanted - the life I dreamed about - and so much more! I have frat brothers! A girlfriend! I’m an athlete! Hell, I’ve got a cool car!”

Lola wiped at her eyes, understanding. “You saw the reconfig-a-mabob and realized you could be everything.”

He sniffled and looked Sarah straight in the eyes. “This is the life I want, Sarah. Please don’t take it away.”

Sarah’s eyes went huge. She pulled off the glove, tore away the backpack, and ran to her brother. They squeezed each other tight, sobbing.

Violet smiled at the scene, impressed. “You cut through the knot without violence. Well done, Ms Vasquez - very well done indeed.”

Lola hugged her wife, emotion in her voice. “And you even got your cool reveal. Totally worth the wait. Good job, Beanpole.”

Bawling, Donna ran forward and bear-hugged the Bishops. “I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to hurt either of you! I just wanted to meet some cool college humans!” 

They both stared at her. She stared back, snot running down her nose as she whimpered.

Trying hard not to laugh at her heartfelt apology, Alex hugged her back. “All good, Donna. We got there in the end.” He pulled away a bit and smiled. “Did you have fun at the parties?”

“Oh my god!” The sadness evaporated as she remembered. “It was so cool! I got to try food, and booze and acid, and I got to have kissing and a 4D orgasm!”

Sarah turned to Alex, shocked. “Acid? You’re taking acid!?”

“No, that’s on me.” Wyatt raised his hand and moved forward. “A few tabs of acid really grease the wheels when you're sneaking into a party.”

“Speaking of which, there’s a mansion full of naked supermodels upstairs, and an alleyful of D&D nerds with lightning guns. Not to spoil your moment, but maybe Sarah can call off the dogs and we can join the fun?”

“Crap! Right, right.” Sarah wiped her nose on her hoodie and fished out her phone to give the all clear.

Dom put a hand on each of the Bishop’s shoulders. “There’s also the matter of the gizmos. We really do need to get them back. Yours especially, Sarah - it’s hyperjail time if you’re caught with an unlicensed deconfig-a-mabob.”

“That sounds bad… but I'm not sure how to get it out of my head.”

Donna put a hand on her shoulder. “I can do that, if you'll let me.”

There was a pause. “Ok Donna. Thank you.” Another pause. “Will it hurt? It hurt going in…”

“Fuck yeah it did,” Dom agreed. “But it's not nearly as bad coming out. Let's go find some place quiet.”

“Not so fast.” Lola poked Alex in the chest. “I have been extremely patient to this point - you’ve both been under a lot of stress - but no one is going anywhere until Mr Bishop gives me back my identity.”

“Oh! Sure, Mrs Vasquez, of course.” Alex squirmed under her glare. “Sorry I turned 250 college kids into copies of you. I meant it as a compliment..”

He reached under the table, and pulled up a paper bag with the sound of ripping duct tape. Lola tore away the paper, and the room filled with purple light.

Alex looked askance at Lola. “You know how to use that?”

“You’re not the only person who’s read the manual, kid.” Lola closed her eyes and squeezed.

<<It is my wish.>>

Lola moaned, a deep breathy moan of elemental lust that made Wyatt and the Bishops lean back. She threw Dominick the reconfig-a-mabob and frantically tore off her clothes, before dropping to her knees and moving a hand to her pussy.

“Whelp!” Wyatt took Donna’s arm and pulled her towards the door. “Time for us to go! You too, Bishops - this is private.” They hustled upstairs, double time.

The Vasquez Family watched, fascinated, as Lola’s whole body began to change back. The breasts were first, her perky buds swelling rapidly. Within a few seconds, they’d grown from oranges, to apples, to cantaloupes. Still they grew, the nipples stretching and expanding to match - soon her familiar bowling balls had reappeared, beautiful and ridiculous against her runner’s frame.

“Did this happen last time?” Zoey’s eyes were glued to the unearthly display.

“More or less,” he commented. “I was masturbating last time.”

Violet and Zoey both stared at him.

“Not by choice!” Dom protested. “I was compelled by interdimensional power!”

“...If you say so, Nicky.”

The changes reverted in all directions. Her lips returned to their kissable perfection, red as cherries, while her lovely ice blue eyes pushed away the hazel. Her whole face shifted back to normal, flaws and blemishes melting away while makeup spread.

Her gorgeous black hair reappeared, a waterfall of curls erupting down to her ass - which itself began to expand. She rose up as her original rear pressed against her legs. Her thighs thickened delightfully, hips flaring, while her waist contracted.

Body hair vanished, leaving Lola as smooth as a doll, while her old athletic body gently softened, back to its pleasing softness. Her pussy began to drool as her fingers worked, her sex throbbing visibly with desire. She was close to an orgasm, her breathing ragged and fierce.

Her blue and gold dog collar transformed into the familiar black leather, tiny diamonds popping up one by one along its circumference. When the metal lock touched her skin she came, bucking hard against the floor for long seconds.

She crawled along the ground, massive breasts dragging against the stone floor, and then Lola was kneeling before Dominick, her delicate hands reaching for his zipper. With a breathy whisper, she begged, “Come on my face, Master.”

Dom smiled at his beautiful wife, and took her hand. “Later dear,” he promised, then helped her to her feet.

Zoey and Violet hugged Lola tight, welcoming her back.

Dom kissed her. “Is everything how you want it?”

“Everything and more, Master.” Lola gave him a wink. “Since I was in the wish market, I decided to make two more upgrades.”

“First, your beautiful art inspired me to get a little ink. I modified it a bit, but it gets the point across." She twisted, presenting her ass to her family. On her left cheek, Dom’s calligraphy had reappeared - Property of Dominick Rafael Vasquez - but she’d added a few things.

Above Dom’s mark, in her own handwriting, she’d added “Wife of &”. Then, at the bottom, she had appended, “& also wife of Zoey and Violet.”

Violet gasped, the unexpected proposal overwhelming her. “Mistress!”

Lola smiled at her slave. “Love you, Vi.”

Then she turned back to Dom. “The second change, though, is just for you.”

She pressed her body against him, one hand on his ass, the other behind his neck.

“If you’re a good Master - if you treat me like your property - if you slake your basest urges on me without the slightest care for my feelings… I will, on occasion, give you a little treat.”

Lola put her lips against his ear. “Dominick,” she whispered.

Dom’s eyes popped and he grinned like an idiot. “I suppose I can’t order you to say that?”

“Nope.” Lola gave him a little kiss, and headed for the stairs.

“Now let’s go party. It’s time to show these fucking amateurs how the real Lola Russell-Vasquez does business!”