Spy Lipstick Gone Wrong (Patreon)

This was brilliant, my best plan ever. I wanted to check on my ex-girlfriend, Alex, so I bought a spell off a shady, back-alley dealer that would turn me into her lipstick. It also transported me into her possession, where I’ve been sitting for for what feels like a full day. But then Alex picked me up, opened my lid and started rubbing me onto her lips. The sensation of being spread out was disorienting, though being pressed against her lips was arousing, I had to admit. And I got the perfect point of view from here to see everything she did.

Oh man, this is a weird feeling.

“What? Who said that?”

Wait, can she hear my thoughts? Shit! She’ll know I’m here to spy on her!

“Spy on me? What the hell is going on? Wait... Kaleb, is that you? What the hell?!”

Shit Shit Shit, she’ll know I’m checking up on her, NO, STOP THINKING!

“Oh I get it, you bought a spell to turn into my lipstick. You know, if you did any research at all, you would know that most of these spells allow the person wearing you to hear your thoughts. You’ll have to be more careful next time. Well, actually, there may not be a next time...”

No next time, what are you talking about?

“You hurt me when you dumped me, and on my BIRTHDAY? Who does that? You really broke my heart, I thought we had something special.”

Shit, it WAS her birthday, I knew I should have waited...

Alex laughed. “You know I was contemplating how to get revenge on you for a long time. My friends had to talk me down. They finally convinced me that living my best life is the best revenge, and I let it go. But now you fell right into my lap.”

I couldn’t believe my luck, how could I be so stupid?

“You know, my new boyfriend loves blow jobs. Maybe he’ll get lucky today...”

NO! Please don’t to that to me!

“I don’t see why not, you’re just my lipstick, you made this bed, now lie in it.”

A shudder ran through me, I couldn’t imagine the torture of being wrapped around his cock. I hoped I read the spell right and that I would turn back after the time expired. What was it, a week? And what if she wears me, will I still turn back?