Dice of Change - Steph

He didn’t know how, but these "Dice of Change" Daniel found in his attic were magic.

The manual he found with the five dice instructed that each number rolled on the dice represented a person who’s attributes you would mimic after rolling them, and each colour represented a different attribute of the person. For instance, the white die represented the appearance the roller would take on after throwing the die, and the number it landed on was tied to a specific person chosen prior to rolling, resulting in the physical change of the individual tossing the dice into that person exactly. Like a clone, pretty much.

Daniel had believed they were a gimmick, and only tested them to try tricking his gullible buddy Brandon. He had set the dice up to take the traits of some of his fellow classmates, people of all types. The 20-sided dice were setup, and Daniel called Brandon over to hangout at his place. Shortly after arrival, and a bullshit explanation about the “magic dice” from Daniel, Brandon snatched them from his friend’s hands.

“I know you think I’m gullible and all but come on, man. Do you take me for an idiot?” he fumed at Daniel. “I’m not falling for something this stupid.” He tossed the dice at Daniel, and they all plopped onto the coffee table between the two guys.

The white die landed first.

4.

The number 4 was linked to the shy girl in Daniel's calculus class, Stephanie. Daniel always thought she was cute, but not his type. His eyes were suddenly drawn to Brandon as his body began to transform right in front of him. Brandon was fairly tall, standing at a solid 6 feet tall, but now he started to shrink, soon reaching a petite 5' 5". His body was now quite slim, as opposed to his normally slightly chubby appearance. His short, shaggy surfer-dude hairdo was painted black, and extended and straightened easily. His face went from having strong, sharp male features to smooth and curvy, a pretty female face, with an innocent pair of eyes to complete the look. It was Stephanie's face. His Adam's apple vanished in an instant. Two small mounds grew from his chest as he writhed in pain. Daniel had been so distracted by the transformation he hadn't realized the effect it was having on his friend. He watched as Brandon's body finished taking on the form of Stephanie's body, which he assumed included her nether region. Again, not the perfect woman for Daniel's liking, but not half bad either. The two hadn't known how to react as it all happened so quickly.

Daniel's eyes quickly flung to check the other dice. The blue die had just landed. The style die.

2.

Brandon's outfit completely morphed into one more fitting. Daniel's neighbour Stacy who he always saw through his window when she'd go out for a run. Brandon was now wearing only a baby blue sports bra, some tight-fitting white short shorts, a white headband, and a utility belt with some water bottles attached. Stacy was married, and so her wedding ring appeared on Brandon's finger.

His vision darted back to the dice bouncing around to catch the black die landing. This was the personality die.

15.

This number represented the bad girl Amy. She was a total bitch who spent so much time doing make-up and fixing her appearance to get the attention of all the boys in the school. Daniel quickly recalled the meaning of the black die. Personality. With that, Daniel glanced back up at his normally quiet classmate and noticed her attitude completely shift. Brandon seemed to not have control over what was happening now. The woman standing in front of Daniel had a careless expression, almost pissed off. What was she doing with this loser?

Daniel noticed her body was still changing. Brandon still looked like Stephanie, but was reflecting the personality of Amy. He noticed her eyebrows became trimmed and neat, mascara, eye shadow and a pale pink lipstick beautified her face. Her tits swelled slightly more, becoming quite well-developed, as her waist slimmed and her ass grew. She now had an almost hourglass-shaped body, one fit for a porn star for sure. A number 15 tattoo formed just above her breast on the right-hand side of her body, clearly a representation of the number rolled on the black die as well as showing Amy's love for tattoos.

Stunned, Daniel made eye contact with Brandon, or Stephanie now. "Ugh, what the fuck are you doing? Wasting my time? That's what I fucking thought." She started to head out when the red die stopped rolling. Daniel tried to recall what this colour meant for his friend but it slipped his mind.

18.

Number 18 was linked to Abbey, the girl known by everyone as the school slut. Daniel suddenly remembered the effect the red die was going to have on Brandon. The die represented the individual's sex drive, and Abbey was the most horny chick he knew. She'd fuck any guy, any time, anywhere.

As the new Stephanie was walking out the door, she quickly halted, slowly turning back to stare Daniel down. A look of hunger came over her facial expression. She lusted after him. She wanted a good fucking, and she wanted it now. "You know what," she spoke softly, "maybe I was a little too hasty. Why don't we see where this goes? I can be real bad ya'know..." She sauntered sexily towards a frightened, but hard Daniel. 

"I-I don't know about this Brandon"

"Don't call me Brandon anymore. Call me Stephanie -- actually...Steph sounds better for the new me." He knew that this was his friend inside there, but he just couldn't resist.

Just as she was about to get down and dirty with him, Daniel's asshole of an older brother Brock walked through the front door. Steph's attention was turned to him and she shoved her hand into Daniel's puckered lips, moving him out of her way to approach the older and larger man. "And who might you be?" she questioned the handsome hunk standing tall before her.

"Brock. Pleasure is mine. What's a gorgeous woman like you doing with this dweeb?" he retorted.

"Now that you showed up, not a damn thing. How about you take me up to your bedroom and fuck me senseless. I don't want this loser to watch us." Brock swept her off her feet and carried her upstairs to his bedroom. Daniel was in shock. His brother just took his best friend upstairs to fuck for who knows how long. He found the whole situation so strange. His best friend had transformed into the shy girl, Stephanie, who was now a total bombshell of a woman, and acted like a bad-ass, bad girl, who was hungry for cock. 

Meanwhile, in Brock's bedroom, Steph slowly lowered herself onto the bed and stuck her shapely ass up in the air, giving it a little wriggle. Brock rushed over and started to grope the gorgeous woman's ass.

"Are you just gonna feel me up or are you gonna fuck me?" Steph announced to her new boy toy. Brock jumped to attention and moved into position. He lined his cock up to Steph's pussy lips and began to thrust, deep and hard. Steph, although getting rammed hard, felt little pleasure, and spoke up. "Treat me like your fucking whore." With that, Brock seemed to get the message. This woman was a total slut, and wanted to be treated like one. He grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her almost off the bed as he picked up the pace of his thrusts, each one eliciting a load moan from Steph. "Yesssssss this is what I wanted, keep fucking me baby!!" she screamed to her lover.

Daniel sat downstairs in the living room, forced to listen to his big brother giving his best friend the fucking of his life. He looked down at the ground and noticed the green die, hidden behind some furniture. The time die. He checked the number displayed by the die.

20.

20 what? Minutes? Hours? Days? YEARS?! He hadn't set a time limit, as he didn't truly believe the dice were magic. He could only hope the default time set on the die was rather short, otherwise his best friend would be stuck as Steph, the slutty bad girl for a very long time.