The Cop and the Vampire (Patreon)

This year, Rogers's Halloween party was being held on a particularly grand scale: the entire first floor of his house was draped in fake cobwebs, carved pumpkins flickered in the corners, and among the guests it was already hard to tell who had actually come in costume and who had simply seized the rare chance to look as ridiculous as they pleased.

That was exactly why almost no one paid much attention at first to the two girls by the kitchen, although the blonde definitely drew eyes. Her "costume," if that was even what you could call it, was a rather peculiar attempt at dressing as a cop: a tiny dark blue top, very short shorts, a peaked cap with "POLICE" written on it, a little black tie around her neck, and real handcuffs at her hip. On someone else, all of it might have looked like a silly parody, but on her slender figure, with its narrow shoulders and wildly disproportionate, heavy breasts, the result was so brazen that several people had already turned to watch her walk through the living room.

The blonde seemed not to notice, or, much more likely, she had long since grown used to noticing exactly those kinds of looks and stopped considering them anything special. Right now, the only thing on her mind was the brunette standing across from her in a red and black corset and lace sleeves: the blonde was frowning at her with such a serious expression, as if she really meant to arrest someone, while the other girl only slowly spread her hands in response.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" the brunette finally asked.

"Well, like... Cass, seriously? You said we'd both come, you know... dressed normally." The blonde furrowed her thin brows even more and pushed out her plump little lips. "And you, damn it, look like a vampire. Like, totally a vampire."

She drew out the last word almost with pleasure, giving her head a little toss in time with her own voice. A year ago, that way of speaking had driven her mad: she would blush, get irritated at every casual "like," at those stupid endings stretched out for ages, and especially at how ridiculous it all sounded the harder she tried to speak the way she used to. Now she seemed to savor her own speech, not even trying to correct herself, as if over the past year the habit that had once annoyed her had become something comfortable, natural, and even enjoyable.

"And?" Cassie glanced down at her own corset, then at the blonde, then looked her in the eyes again. "I think this is pretty normal for Halloween."

The blonde fell silent for a second, as if the answer had somehow turned out to be more complicated than she expected, then gave an annoyed shrug. The movement pulled her top just a little tighter over her breasts, and she adjusted it with two fingers, absentmindedly, without the slightest embarrassment about the gesture.

"No, you don't get it," she said in a nasal whine. "Don't you, like, wanna turn back into... a guy?"

Cassie drew her brows together and watched her in silence for a few seconds, as if trying to figure out whether she was joking or actually waiting for a serious answer.

"I do," she finally said. "I just don't want to risk becoming someone even worse than... Cassie."

The blonde immediately burst out laughing, throwing her head back so sharply that her cap nearly slipped off her hair, while her heavy breasts bounced noticeably beneath the tight top, making her press a hand to her cleavage for a moment.

"OMG, Cass, you are, like, unbelievable!" she said through her laughter, putting her cap back in place. "'Someone even worse than Cassie'! Do you even hear yourself? You're a damn nerd, just like you were a year ago, only now with tits and a corset."

Cassie slowly lowered her gaze over her, pausing on the tiny top the blonde had just adjusted again, then on her shorts and the handcuffs at her hip, and finally looked her in the face again.

"At least you changed."

"O nooooo," the blonde replied with complete seriousness, then squared her shoulders as if that proved her point. The movement immediately brought back the familiar weight in front of her: her breasts tugged at the thin straps, the waistband of her shorts hugged her hips more tightly, and she shifted one leg without thinking, settling into the comfortable stance she had learned over the past year almost without noticing. "I've always been this, like, sexy, smoking hot bombshell!"

She raised a hand, thrust her hips forward, and let out a loud squeal. Several guys by the kitchen island immediately turned around, and one even whistled. The blonde automatically turned her head their way with a pleased smile, as if their reaction wasn't a response to her, but natural confirmation of what she had just said.

Cassie followed her gaze and gave a quiet snort.

"So, a cop, huh? And a guy? Maddie, seriously? After all those orgies you've been throwing for the past six months? The Mark you used to be would have died of shame, or beaten up whoever told him about it."

The blonde froze for a moment, still wearing that same pleased smile, then slowly turned back toward her.

"So what?" Maddie finally drawled, no longer quite so confident. "Mark was, like, stupid. Well... not stupid exactly, but... you know what I mean. He wouldn't have understood a lot of things." She glanced back at the guys by the counter, but this time seemed to deliberately let her gaze linger a little longer, then gave the faintest smile and adjusted her cap. "Besides, just because I like people looking at me doesn't mean I don't want to go back. I can, like... want both."

Cassie gave a quiet snort. "'Want both' is very convincing. Especially coming from someone who's spent the last ten minutes standing there with her tits pushed out in front of half the kitchen."

Who could have guessed that in a year this body, or this life, or hell, whatever it was, would affect the former captain of the university team so much, when all he had done was put on a wig and a dress once as a joke and walk around a party in heels, making his childhood friend Kevin, his complete opposite in personality and social standing, do the same, mainly so that if anything happened he could pin the whole stupid stunt on him.

The truth was that later that same night, they were both done joking when they found themselves not just in women's clothes, but in the bodies of the very girls they had been pretending to be only a few hours earlier, and the change was so complete and convincing that morning brought neither relief nor explanations. Mark became Maddie, a typical, slightly stupid and impossible to ignore blonde with plump lips, narrow shoulders, heavy breasts, and that strange ease with which her new body seemed to invite people to look at it. Kevin got Cassie, a quieter brunette, with the same female body and all its unfamiliar sensations, but at least without the almost cruel opposition to his old character that Mark got along with Maddie. Just a girl who didn't really stand out in any particular way, and with Kevin's personality she soon became just as unremarkable, though still a pretty, nerdy girl.

"Heeey, Maddieeeee..."

"Heeey, Maddieeeee..." Frank's huge hand, once her teammate and now her partner in far more ambiguous episodes over the past few months, suddenly settled on her left ass cheek and squeezed it without a hint of hesitation through the thin fabric of her shorts. Maddie jerked more from surprise than indignation, then immediately glanced back over her shoulder. The movement came so naturally that her long blonde hair slid down her back, her breasts shifted heavily with the twist of her body, and one hand settled on Frank's wrist of its own accord, not moving his hand away, only keeping it there.

"Fraaaank, are you, like, totally out of line?" she drawled with mock sternness, though the corner of her plump lips was already curling upward. "I'm on duty, in case you haven't noticed."

"I can see that," he said calmly, looking over her cap, top, and the handcuffs at her hip. "The uniform is especially convincing."

Cassie, who had been standing across from them the whole time, slowly raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah, Mark would definitely appreciate that."

Maddie's smile vanished for a moment. She looked first at Cassie, then at Frank's hand still resting on her hip, and only a couple of seconds later seemed to notice how naturally she had let the scene continue.

"Damn it, Frank, honey, take your hand off, please," she said, then turned toward him so that her breasts slid along his forearm and pressed against his chest, yet instead of stepping back even half a pace, Maddie stayed right there, close against him. She had to tip her head back slightly to look up at Frank's face, and her cap slid a little farther back, exposing her forehead and loosening a few blonde strands. Her hand was still on his wrist, though by now it was completely unclear why: his hand was no longer squeezing her ass, just resting at the side of her hip, and Maddie seemed perfectly satisfied with that revised boundary.

"I said, like, take it off," she added, much more quietly now, looking at him with the very expression she had learned to wear almost without thinking over the past year: lips slightly parted, a faint smile, and a stillness that didn't match her words at all.

Cassie stopped watching them and looked away, absently running her fingers over the red and black lacing of her corset.

'A vampire. Yeah.'

When she'd picked the costume, the thought had seemed almost funny: surely a second Halloween in a row couldn't do anything else to them, and if it could, there was no telling what kind of guy she might become, while at least this way she'd be an immortal creature. In theory, it had even sounded sensible. Cassie gave the faintest smirk and shook her head. 'God, what nonsense. Maybe at least Maddie will manage it.' 'Mark,' she corrected herself almost automatically. Though after a year of using that name, the correction itself already seemed like a formality.

She lifted her eyes and immediately laughed to herself again. Maddie was definitely kissing Frank now, and so enthusiastically that her cap had slipped sideways, one of her hands rested at the back of Frank's neck, and she seemed to have forgotten about the recent request to take his hand off her hip even before she'd finished saying it, apparently forgetting completely about her cop's sternness and her intention to "turn back into a guy," at least for the next few minutes.

'Yeah. Mark's definitely got everything going according to plan.'

Cassie was still watching them when she noticed someone near the edge of the kitchen island in her peripheral vision. A guy stood a little apart from the others, calmly drinking beer from a bottle, and for now he didn't seem to be paying her any attention at all. Cassie turned her gaze to him, first lazily, then more intently, and her smile disappeared on its own. 'The same figure. The same shoulders. The hair. The face. Even the familiar way he hunched a little when the bottle touched his lips.' Right in front of her, just a few yards away, stood a guy who looked exactly like Kevin had a year ago.