Potions (New Book Preview)

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An ordinary day gets turned upside down when four high school guys discover a potion that lets them inhabit the bodies of their classmates and explore their deepest desires.

Travis is continually optimistic about the magical items he purchases online, even though none of them ever seem to work. Until the day he orders some potions that let the drinker possess the body of anyone they touch.

School gets a lot more interesting when the four friends find themselves in new female bodies:

Patrick gets to feel what it’s like to be his geeky sister
Jim gets to experience high school life as the star player of the girls basketball team
Rob takes over the school valedictorian and finds she’s not the good girl everyone believes her to be
Travis jumps straight into the body of his mature, curvy teacher.

They drive their bodies to unexplored heights of pleasure as they explore life as the opposite sex for a day.

II.

Patrick kicked it up to a jog as he rounded the corner into the main hallway. It wasn’t that he minded being late… it was that, if he were late one more time, his English teacher was going hand him his ass on a plate. Peering through classroom doors as he jogged past, he could see that many of the students—pretty much all of them—were already sitting at their desks. He was officially late and officially screwed.

“Shit!” he muttered and picked up the pace, mentally cursing Travis and his damn time-wasting potion.

Then, out of nowhere, he was hit with a jarring head spin. He slammed on the brakes as his vision turned blurry and suddenly simply standing up was an issue. He dropped a hand to the wall and managed to prop himself upright.

At that moment another student came around the corner. He recognized the long, straight violet hair immediately. Shit, it was his sister, Kaitlyn. If she saw him like this she’d be sure to tell mom and dad he was getting high again. Yet, Patrick couldn’t muster the energy to push himself away from the wall.

“Patrick?” Kaitlyn asked, approaching him warily. She carried a flute case in one hand. Her hair was dyed violet in an attempt to make her look like a rebel, but she was really just a class A nerd. She wore a tan vest over a white blouse, her slender breasts pressing against the tight fabric in a way that drew Patrick’s eye, despite his best efforts. A modest skirt covered her legs. She was tiny, at least a head shorter than Patrick, with deep blue eyes set in a cute, round face and a timid look about her.

He could feel Kaitlyn staring at him, her hair partly obscuring her eyes, the way she liked it styled in order to hide behind because she was so bashful. But Patrick didn’t have time for bashful right now… because he was pretty sure he was about to pass out and could already feel himself starting to slip down the wall.

He looked over at her desperately. “I need…”

She rushed over to him as he began to fall and he found himself heading right for her, his full weight hurtling towards his sister’s small frame. She let out a short, terrified yelp, right before they collided. Then, inexplicably, he felt his body sink right through hers, as if she were made of air. He collapsed onto the hallway floor.

Patrick rolled onto his back and lay still with his eyes closed as he let the last confusing waves of dizziness pass. Sucking in a breath, he opened his eyes, ready to face his possibly injured sister, followed by a race to class and a seriously pissed off English teacher. Instead he looked down and—where his body should have been—was a prone girl with her skirt flipped up on her legs, revealing her cute pink panties.

Eyes widening, he stared down the length of his new body and recognized it instantly; it was Kaitlyn. It was impossible to mistake: her long violet hair, the uniform stretched tight over her slender chest, the flute case clutched in his feminine fingers. He was Kaitlyn.

Utterly stunned, he gasped, “What the hell!” And then had to deal with the total mindfuck that was hearing Kaitlyn’s voice emerge. His hands flew to his lips and he felt the soft contours of his sister’s mouth and cheeks beneath his touch.

The only sensible explanation was that he was hallucinating. Whatever was in that blue potion was seriously powerful. He slid a hand down his body to fix his skirt and felt every curve, every soft stretch of his sister’s skin, all completely tangible and solid. His mind reeled as he stood up and tried to figure out what to do next.

His indecision was interrupted by someone calling from down the hall, “Kaitlyn!”

Patrick turned to see a group of students approaching; each one was carrying a musical instrument of some sort. Most of them Patrick didn’t know but he did recognize the guy with the red hair, Jordan. He’d sometimes hang around at the house with Kaitlyn.

Jordan picked up Kaitlyn’s flute case from the floor and handed it to Patrick. “Whatcha doing? We’ve got to get to music class.”

“Music class?” There was possibly nothing in the world Patrick felt less capable of doing right now than going to class, particularly music.

But Jordan grabbed him by the hand and pulled him down the hall after the other students. Patrick’s mind was still reeling. They treated him like Kaitlyn. This whole thing had to be real. Should he try to act like her or run screaming from the school? In his indecision, he found himself being led along as if on a leash, until he was sitting in the middle of a school orchestra with a flute case open on his lap and a bunch of totally incomprehensible sheet music on the podium in front of him.

Patrick had never touched a flute before, let alone played one. He let his sister do the nerdy shit, he’d always stuck to the cool stuff like Pokemon and Dungeons and Dragons. Patrick stared at the various bits that made up Kaitlyn’s instrument and considered his first problem: how did he even put the flute together?

He must have looked confused because the girl next to him—also with a flute—leaned over and asked, “Everything okay, Kaitlyn?”

“Y-yeah,” he stumbled. “Just, um, just… I’m fine.”

Patrick could feel the eyes around the room focusing on him as he took out the various flute pieces from their box. Feigning confidence and trying to steal a glance at the completed flute of the girl next to him, Patrick connected the pieces in what seemed like the right way, carefully rotating them to line up the keys. It didn’t seem quite right, as if his body held a muscle memory that Patrick, in his confusion and nervousness, was fighting against.

Looking up, he found the girl next to him staring at Kaitlyn’s flute with a crinkled brow. “Why’ve you put the foot joint on like that?”

Patrick wanted to explain that (a) he didn’t know what a foot joint was and (b) he didn’t care but instead found himself ducking his head to let his hair swing down over his eyes and saying quietly, “Oh, just wasn’t paying attention.”

He was saved from saying anything more by the door opening and the music teacher walking into the room. He turned to the students, “Ok, let’s get started. It’s L’Arlesienne Suite No.2 everyone.” He eyed Patrick’s section of the orchestra. “Your chance to shine in the introduction, wind section. Need your A game.”

Patrick felt his stomach sink; this was the moment that he was going to be revealed as a fraud… and his new dutiful inner voice was inconsolable at the though of criticism and censure.

Then teacher turned directly to him. “Oh Kaitlyn, since you’ve got the solo on this one, I figured you’d appreciate some time to practice alone. You can use one of the solo rooms down the hall.”

“YES!” Patrick replied a little more emphatically than he meant to. Giving a tiny embarrassed laugh, he amended quietly, “I mean thank you. I’d appreciate it.”

Patrick gathered up Kaitlyn’s things and bolted for the door.

Soon Patrick was in front of a row of heavy-looking soundproof doors and ducked inside the small practice room behind one of them. Shutting the door also shut out all the outside sounds. Some considerate student had covered the only opening—a small window inset in the door—with a piece of notebook paper. For the first time since finding himself in his sister’s body Patrick was alone. He could relax and think about what the hell had happened. The only explanation that made sense—as much as any of this could make sense—was that Travis’s potion had worked and he was now inside Kaitlyn’s body.

Patrick tucked his silky purple hair behind an ear and let out a deep sigh. “Shit.”

He giggled hearing Kaitlyn’s tiny voice swear. She was the nerdy, prudish type, always dressed primly and properly. He used to tease her that she was so proper she’d crack in half if she swore.

“Fuck.” He said again, amusing himself at making his sister swear. “Fuck, shit, ass, bitch!” He stuffed a tiny hand in his mouth as he giggled, the light strawberry scent of his sister’s hand lotion filing his nose.

Patrick sat in the hard plastic chair in the middle of the otherwise empty space and stared down at his new form. Kaitlyn’s small chest rose lightly with each breath beneath her white blouse and tan vest. A simple black skirt covered his thighs, ending at the knee and revealing slender, feminine calves. His socks were pulled up his calves and he wore unflattering school-girl shoes. Patrick was acutely aware of the breasts pressing against the fabric of his blouse, of the air wafting beneath his skirt and playing against the emptiness between his thighs. He’d known his sister had breasts but he’d tried not to think too much about them. Only, now that they were hanging directly below his line of sight, they were impossible to ignore.

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