Sweet Dreams On A Lonely Night (Mary Observant Journal 1)

Dear Journal;

Today was a usually awkward day. Ever since I've gone through the transformation, a few people had turned their eyes to me. You know me as the quiet gal, the one who usually doesn't say a lot unless I'm spoken to. Well, to begin with, my teacher, Mrs. Nora made me spend three hours at detention, so she could just stare at my cock. A few of the other girls were there, but one that I didn't recognize, one that had an awkward aura to her, one that I should've paid more attention to. Well journal, I call it a night, and I'll write about my dreams in the morning.

Yours,

Mary.

It was later on that night that I really learned what I had gotten myself into. My dreams usually begin with that common and dull blackness that slowly brightens into whatever my brain wants to conjure, but today, things seemed more unusual. It began with me in the detention room, the clock's ticking ringing in the air, the skyline going through day sequences within seconds, pouring the classroom into darkness, then suddenly into an unbearable light.

Time became incessant, and when I thought things couldn't become any more weird, the girl from class that day entered, all high and mighty as usual, sitting in the teacher's desk. She called out my name, a sudden countenance of bewilderment springing on my face. "How do you know my name, and we've only met in class earlier today?" I asked her.

"I know more that what you think, and I know that you summoned that Jinn to make yourself more popular at school, just like a typical high school teen, oblivious to the consequence that awaits you. I know that you're Mary Observant the overly obsessive pervert, looking to get off to anything your eyes can set themselves apart, and needless to say, Mrs.Nora must be a fantasy fuck, seeing all the photos you have of her." the woman replied, smugness roaring from her words.

"So? What if I am a pervert? I got what I wanted, and soon enough, I'll have a body that will make me the most popular girl in the school, and whatever price I have to pay for it, will be worth a thousand times over to pay for again," I said to her, my eyes drifting to look outside, the streets filling up with people, then emptying again as I blinked my eyes, the dust in the air stagnant, giving the room an airy feel, my conscience in a world it didn't understand. "So tell me, what do the consequences entail?" the fear evident in my voice.

"You're going to be conditioned to be my sex slave, little miss Mary. Consider it a favor, since a girl like you wouldn't la