Dark Magick

“Mmmm.”

After a long night on stage and drinking after their show, Ashley moaned softly as he awoke from a decidedly dirty dream. Since it’d been a while since he’d gotten his rocks off, he was actually surprised that he hadn’t blown a load in his sleep like he normally did when he had a dream like this. He shrugged it off, though, and with a smile on his face, he rolled from his side to his back so he could sit up.

It was when he felt his chest shift in what could only be considered an abnormal manner that his eyes flew open. Looking down at his nude body, he realized that he had a pair of hooters instead of his sculpted pecs, although his tummy was still perfectly flat. Well, with the exception of a slight pooch right above his pelvic bone, anyway.

Horrified at what he’d discovered, he gasped and had to cover his mouth to keep from screaming, hoping when he went to the bathroom that he was wrong. He tossed the covers off himself and grabbed a T-shirt and a pair of boxers, knowing he needed to cover up whatever had happened to him. Once he was locked safely in the bathroom, he shed the slight amount of clothing he wore and looked in the floor-length mirror on the back of the door. To say he was shocked at what he saw would be an understatement.

“Ahhhhh!” he screamed, noticing that his voice was pitched just slightly higher than normal.

Clapping his hands over his mouth, Ashley leaned back against the tiny counter and slid down it until he was sitting on the floor. To go along with the double-D hooters and model-like curves he now had, he even had the feminine genitalia, to make matters worse. He somehow managed to sit down with his legs pressed together in such a way that they weren’t on display, knowing that at least one of the guys were bound to come find out who was screaming in the bathroom and why. Sure enough, moments later, CC’d somehow managed to bust down the door, though he stopped dead in his tracks when he saw him.

“Ash?” he asked in shock, his eyes bugging out of his head.

Unable to speak now, the bassist merely nodded his head in response.

“Holy shit,” his partner in crime breathed. “Gimme a sec.”

Nodding his agreement, Ashley continued sitting there on the bathroom floor, using his foot to close the door a bit. The drummer returned a couple minutes later with one of the baggy shirts he usually wore when sleeping, a pair of his boxers, and a pair of Hello Kitty pajama pants. He only kept the last item around when on tour so the guys wouldn’t be scarred by his nudity since he preferred sleeping nude.

After helping him to his feet, CC helped him keep his balance while he stepped into the boxers and pajama pants. It was obvious that, now that the reality was setting in, his weight was throwing his balance off slightly. He wasn’t used to having wide, child-bearing hips that kept a constant gap between his skinny thighs, nor the weight of a pair of breasts pulling down on his chest. Even though he knew damn good and well he could do it on his own, the drummer still helped him to the living area, where Jake and Jinxx were now waiting for them since he’d apparently woken them up.

“Holy Joseph, Mary, and Jesus!” they screamed in unison when they saw him, their eyes bugging just as much as CC’s had.

“Dude, what happened to you?” Jinxx asked, regaining his composure quicker than even the drummer had.

Not wanting them to hear his new voice, the bassist merely shook his head.

“Like you guys, I woke up when I heard the scream from the bathroom,” CC interjected. “This is what I found. Well, a nude version of this, but still…”

“C’mere, Ash,” the multi-instrumentalist said, beckoning him over.

Silently, he did as his friend asked, yelping softly when he pulled him down onto his knee. They all sat on each others’ laps at one point or another, either because they were being silly, or there was nowhere else to sit, but this time it was different. Ashley felt a bit uncomfortable sitting on his lap, even though he was one of his best friends.

“So you just woke up like this?” he asked softly.

Still refusing to speak, he nodded his head.

“Do you have any idea what happened?”

This time he shook his head.

“I know exactly what happened to you,” Jinxx said softly. “Someone cast a spell on you to turn you into a woman, physically speaking. Unfortunately, there’s not a thing I can do to reverse it because whoever cast it cast the spell so that it’s unbreakable by anyone but them.”

Ashley’s eyes widened as he looked him dead in the eye.

“Why do you think I wanted you to come sit in my lap for a minute, you goof?” he laughed. “You know that touching someone when magick’s involved helps me discern what’s going on.”

“He’s got a point there, Ash,” Jake chuckled. “I guess I can understand you being a little apprehensive, though, considering what’s going on.”

“But who cast the spell? And why, for that matter?” CC asked curiously.

“Unfortunately, I haven’t figured that part out yet.” The multi-instrumentalist paused thoughtfully. “Hey, am I the only one to notice that Andy’s not out here?”

“I noticed already; I just didn’t say anything,” the guitarist answered nonchalantly.

“I think he was up late with his insomnia last night,” the drummer agreed. “You know he sleeps like the dead once he finally falls asleep after a night like that.”

“True enough, I suppose,” Jinxx agreed, still a bit suspicious. “Once we get stopped, how ’bout I take Ash out to get a small new wardrobe? I doubt he’ll really be able to wear the clothes he’s got now for a while.”

“My shirts’ll be too tight, for sure,” the bassist finally piped up, his eyes widening once again as he covered his mouth afterward.

“Awww. Don’t be embarrassed, Ashie,” CC chirped, chuckling. “Your voice is slightly higher than even we’re used to, but it still suits you.”

“Really?” he asked uncertainly.

“Really, really, Donkey,” Jake and Jinxx answered in unison.

A bright smile lit up the bassist’s face at knowing that, despite whatever’d happened to him overnight, his brothers still accepted him.

Once they’d all woken up a bit and the bus was stopped, he and Jinxx started getting dressed for their outing. He had to stuff the toes of his boots with paper towels, though, because they were just a smidge too big for his feet in his current condition. That was okay, though, because he’d end up getting more boots, as well as clothes, while they were out.

It was sad to say that he felt the safest with Jinxx, despite Jake being the strongest out of all of them and CC being like a pitbull on crack when it came to protecting those he loved. Maybe it was because since he was a D’Anu witch, and a gray magick-practicing one at that, he knew that his magick would probably keep them safer than any physical assault. That made him wonder, though, why he felt so safe around Andy in the past. As far as any of them knew, he wasn’t a magickal being, yet he still felt as safe around the young frontman as he did around the multi-instrumentalist.

Shaking off the troubling thoughts, he walked around the nearest mall with his friend so they could get him a new wardrobe. They talked about how he was going to be able to perform, something he hadn’t quite gotten around to thinking about yet, since everyone knew he was supposed to be a guy. Ashley admitted that he wasn’t sure, but since he already looked like a girl, maybe he could just say he was his cousin who had the same name.

Jinxx pondered the thought and said they discuss it more when they got back to the bus, then led him into Victoria’s Secret. Out of all the times he’d come into this store in the past, he’d never been shopping for himself, so it was a bit embarrassing. The multi-instrumentalist chuckled and said it’d probably be best to get the most embarrassing part over with first. Agreeing, he put the embarrassment aside and threw himself into the endeavor wholeheartedly so they could finish this task that much faster.

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