The Accidental Roommate Ch. 03

"I never imagined you'd do something like that." Sam's voice jostled him from his thoughts and he opened his eyes to see Sam staring past him towards the mirror. Turning his gaze along the path of her eyes, he saw that his other hand had been outstretched towards the mirror, although he couldn't remember doing such a thing. In the mirror Andrea was still lying on her side, her blankets still discarded at the bottom of the bed and her huge cream colored globes serving as her new body pillow. But that cream color was quickly darkening to caramel, and Tyler could see that her legs had gone from their usual color to an almost olive skinned. On her legs it was most noticeable as the full length of their now dark tanned appearance was on display. It took only moments for her skin to darken even further, quickly passing the dark tanned complexion for just a couple shades darker, the contrast with the girl's light blue panties was now approaching the opposite extreme from her previous skin tone.

Tyler watched as the girl became harder and harder to see in the darkened room as her skin tone changed to the point where dark chocolate would have been a shade lighter than her skin. This was exactly what Tyler had intended, turning the pale skinned Andrea into a very dark skinned buxom beauty. Tyler, however, watched as Andrea's skin stopped shifting darker, her body actually began to change shape. From where she lay on her side Tyler could see that her hips and thighs were swelling outwards ever so slightly. That slight swelling was then accompanied by a perfect view of the black girl's swelling rump. Tyler's eyes went wide as more and more flesh seemed to pile up behind Andrea, appearing like a shelf of flesh from her hips and forming almost a perfect hemisphere behind her body. Having to tear his eyes away from her body he caught one final glimpse of the girl's previously blonde hair, now a jumbled mess of black curls about her head.

"Wow, going big right off the bat." Sam clapped Tyler on the shoulder. "Very nice. As you can see since you've made her a black girl, certain other things changed as well to conform to her new ethnicity. Hair, skin, hips, her butt you know all those things you probably noticed went along with your change because the magic tried to make the change appear as though she was always that way."

"So you mean she's not going to notice any of this?" Tyler asked.

"Oh, heck yes she'll notice being a black girl with gigantic tits." Sam laughed. "But before I explain to you why, let's dispel the changes we made in case she wakes up." She placed her hand on the book, and suddenly the pages whipped around and there on the page was another spell that Sam began to cast. The words changed from black to gold and back again just as Tyler looked back at the mirror. Andrea's chest seemed to deflate, the shirt previously stretched to its limit now hung loose again about her body. But as her breasts returned to their original size, Tyler realized that she still had the black skin tone of his spell.

"As you can see, the dispel spell only works on magic that you personally have cast." Sam stated, "so how about you read it and we can let Andrea sleep in peace again."

Tyler turned back to the page and muttering the words in his head he was suddenly filled, not with the warmth and pleasure of before, but with an aching sense of regret. His body ached and yearned to allow for the change to stay, but he forced himself to keep his hand outstretched towards the mirror. This time he saw the shimmering light envelop his hand and it took almost all his willpower not to bring his hand away from the mirror. He could see it shaking, as if his body yearned for him to keep her that way. But the shimmering shot out towards the mirror, and just like that the feeling was gone. Left his body just as the pleasure had left earlier. Shocked as he was, Tyler realized he had been holding his breath the whole time. Finally allowing himself to exhale he watched as Andrea's body resumed its previous complexion and tone; her hair returning to its normal blonde color and her hips and luscious ass receding to their previous size.

"A lot harder to dispel that one wasn't it?" Sam placed her hand on his shoulder. "I wanted to tell you first, but I thought I would let you experience it so you knew what you were up against." Tyler turned around to face Sam and she took his hands in hers. "Magic from this book can feed on or stoke emotions in the person using it. I'm sure when you were casting the transformation spell your body grew all hot and horny?" Tyler nodded, his body still a little shocked. "And when you cast the dispel, it was almost like you didn't want to let it go? That you had to force it out? That's because you liked the change you made and felt a little bit of regret for making it go away. Don't worry about it though, as you cast more spells it'll ease up to the point where you'll barely notice."

"So basically be emotionally detached from whatever it is you plan on doing?" Tyler asked.

"If you can, otherwise, it's just a feeling, that will pass as soon as you've finished casting the spell."

"Alright, so what about the red spell on that page when I found the race change spell I cast? Is that something different?"

"So that," Sam said sitting back a little, "is whole different kind of animal." She turned to the table and picked up the book and closed it. Holding the book in front of her she turned the binding towards her and showed Tyler the open edge of the book. "So you see where there is a divider in the middle of the pages, a black page a little thicker than the rest?" Tyler nodded. "And remember how I told you that Andrea would notice the changes if she was awake? Well that's because we were casting the spells from the first half of the book. All these spells are instantaneous and basically freak people out because they can notice what is happening to them. The spells in the second half of the book won't do that, mostly because they rewrite reality to make it so that the changes go unnoticed."

"If I had cast the red spell then basically history would have rewritten so that Andrea was always black?" Sam nodded in agreement, and Tyler shook his head. "So she wouldn't know any differently?"

"Nope as far as she was concerned you could have told her she used to be a white blonde girl and she would have thought you were the crazy one."

"But I would know the truth, right?"

"What would be the truth at that point?" Sam asked. "As far as everyone else is concerned she's ALWAYS been black."

"But I made her that way!"

"Not as far as she's concerned, that was her parents job." Sam stuck out her tongue, "In all seriousness though, reality bending is dangerous. The book does what it thinks is best, but that could change a whole shit ton of things in the world. Like maybe Andrea's parents adopted her, or her mother had her with another man and got a divorce, or-"

"Alright I get it," Tyler said, waving his hands in front of him. "Reality bending is really dangerous and I shouldn't mess with it..." his voice trailing off in an awkward silence.

"But..." Sam waved her hand signaling him to go on.

"No, nothing."

"Come on Ty, you know it's not nothing." Sam chuckled, "You wanna see it done."

"Well duh!" He blurted out. "But you said it was dangerous, and if we don't know what the 'real' reality is," he paused and chuckled himself, "How often has that been said in the history of the English language? Anyways, you said it rewrites reality so neither of us would know to put it back or anything."

"Well that's not entirely true," Sam said putting her hand on the book again. "Anyone who is present and awake when the spell is cast from the book knows what happened. It's just everyone else not physically there who doesn't know something changed."

"Oh! Well in that case we could dispel it afterwards right?"

"Sure, as long as we both knew what was going on." Sam shrugged. "So what did you have in mind?"

"I don't know, you're the one who's been doing this longer so why don't you pick something?"

"True, but I guess it should be something big. That way you can see the difference in reality ripples, but not different enough that we basically rewrite our own lives." Sam reached down and itched at her chest only to have a lightbulb go off in her head. "I could give you my tits!"

"What?"

"Ya, sure, that would be different enough," Sam said clapping. "We'll trade chest size, that way you'll be a boy who grew some boobs, and I'll be a flat chested girl. That should be different enough."

"Uh, wait, Sam I don't think..." Tyler realized his protests were falling on deaf ears as the pages were already turning underneath Sam's hand.

It only took a couple seconds, but Tyler could see the red words on the page glow silver followed shortly by a sharp *crack* of sound. To Tyler's eyes it looked like he was staring at a mirage in the desert as his eyes gazed upon Sam. He watched as Sam's chest specifically seemed to deflate, her shirt shrinking and shrinking with every passing second. But his attention became diverted elsewhere as a new warmth coursed through his own body, and his eyes couldn't help but look down. Where Sam's chest had begun to flatten, he could see that his own was doing the exact opposite. In moments he could see that his shirt was expanding out further away from his chest, and with shock he felt something materialize over his shoulders and about the middle of his back. Seconds later, as his chest continued to swell outwards, it seemed like his swelling breasts were bringing the neckline of his shirt down further and further with their steady push away from his body.

He reached up and felt at his chest, and was surprised at the warmth and pleasant feeling of his own hands against his breasts. Even through the bra, which his mind had caught up to the feeling of the strange clothing against his body, he could feel his nipples hardening pushing into the cups. His eyes still stared straight down into his newly grown cleavage, still unable to comprehend what had just happened, when he felt something else tickle his shoulders. Glancing over he saw that his hair, which he'd always kept short was now brushing against his shoulders, and steadily lengthening. He was surprised when he suddenly felt his baggy sweatpants he'd worn to the their get together change into much tighter fitting jeans. He was sure if he could see the front of his pants a prominent bulge where his package was located would be on display. He felt his hair stop at just below his shoulders, and felt his t-shirt change into a tight fitting tank top complete with a prominent V-cut in the neck, his cleavage and now large H-cup breasts on display.

"Wow you look ready to party."

Tyler looked up from his own body for the first time since his transformation had started and gasped. Instead of the curvy and athletic body of Sam that he had grown accustomed to was a woman who looked like athletics was the only goal in her life. Sam's clothes had changed from the loose fitting sweats and T-shirt she had hastily thrown on this morning to a form fitting training bra stretched taught against her flat chest. Beneath the cups he was sure he could see her swollen pectoral muscles looking like they filled the bra more than just the fat of breasts. Other than that she was topless, her six pack abs clearly on display and below that her skin tight yoga pants hid none of her muscles or form from the imagination. Her hair was done up in a ponytail now instead of hanging loosely about her shoulders, and despite her arms not showing any visible definition, Tyler was sure they were much stronger than she had been only moments ago.

"And you look ready to take on a beach body competition." Tyler joked. Then winking he lifted his hands to his chest and hefted his new breasts, "Minus these of course."

Sam laughed and looked herself over, "I guess without tits I felt like going to the weight room and training more often." Looking down she sighed and reached into what used to be her hand bag, but was now a small backpack. "And figures, I don't have a mirror in here anymore let alone makeup." Gesturing near Tyler she said, "Why don't you check your purse?"

"I don't have a purse," Tyler said turning back behind him only to see a blue man-purse sitting on the seat behind him. "What the hell?"

"Told you reality changes," Sam laughed, as Tyler reached behind him and grabbed at the bag. It took him a couple tries, his shirt and breasts restricting his ability to simply turn at the waist and reach behind him. Sam stifled a laugh as he eventually swung his legs around and grabbed the bag rifling through it.

"Makeup, wallet, hairbrush, ah here a mirror," Tyler finally dug his hand out of the purse with a small hand mirror and gasped noticing for the first time the lipstick and eyeshadow applied expertly to his face. "How the hell did I do that? I've never applied makeup before!"

Sam chuckled and pointed to the book, "How many times do I have to tell you, reality changed. There may be a lot of things you know how to do now that you never knew how to do before."

"But I don't feel like I know anything different." Tyler protested.

"The mental changes for people who were present for the spell take a little longer," Sam said. "I think it has something to do with your mind being portioned almost into the old and new reality versions." Tyler just stared blankly. "Uh, how else to explain it. Um, basically you'll remember your old life, and then you'll have a different set of memories for the new stuff. And you can consciously choose between them if you want."

"So you've done this before?" Tyler asked.

"Uh...well, not exactly..." Sam got quiet. "I've, uh, heard it from others."

Tyler could tell he hit a little bit of a nerve, but left it alone. "So basically my brain is going to fill up with memories of me growing these huge boobs, and yours is going to fill up with memories of you becoming a little she-hulk?"

"Mhm." Sam nodded, then clapped her hands together again. "I have an idea. Rather than just sit here and wait, why don't you go head back to our room and figure out what mischief you've gotten into over the years and I can go hit the gym before practice."

Tyler stared at her before laughing, "That's the she-hulk in you talking isn't it?"

"Was it obvious," Sam blushed, "But I am kinda intrigued what this body can do and I'm willing to bet yours hasn't been hitting the gym nearly as often as I have."

"You'd be right there," Tyler smiled as he suddenly felt an urge and a memory pass through his own head. "Alright, so what's the plan? We go about our lives until later tonight and then change back?"

"Sounds good to me," Sam said grabbing her backpack and reaching down for the book to put inside it. It was only then she realized after a few futile attempts that the book simply wasn't going to fit inside her athletic backpack. Turning back to Tyler she sighed, "Alright I'm trusting you to take this back to our dorm room and put it somewhere safe until I come back tonight. Remember I cast this spell so I have to undo it."

"I can do that. I don't plan on doing anything right now anyways."

"Tyler," Sam's stern voice causing Tyler to look up from where he was picking up the book. "Remember the rules."

"Ya, ya I remember them." Tyler said putting the book under one arm and slinging his purse over his shoulder with the other. "I won't do anything you wouldn't do."

"Not funny Ty!" Sam couldn't help but laugh as she watched him walk out the door of their little study area.

***

Tyler had wandered back through the halls to the dorm building rather aimlessly. He didn't exactly have anywhere in particular to be, in either of his two versions of reality that were right now occupying his thoughts. At first he had been more pre-occupied with how his body felt, and it felt good. "No, it feels great!" He found himself thinking. He was at first worried that he was going to have to adjust to walking with the new weight attached to his chest, but as he set out from the library his body hardly missed a beat. He found that he really wanted to tuck the tips of his fingers into his front pockets while he walked, the action actually forcing his shoulders back so as to more prominently display his ample chest.

He was worried that the feeling of hair against the back of his neck would bother him in this new reality as it had in the previous one. Yet when he thought about it, he found that both a feeling of comfort and the unease of having something always brushing his neck both existed in his head. Like Sam had said, it was truly a unique experience to be able to really choose how you felt.

And that was what brought him to thinking about how his body actually felt. There was a confidence there; one that he knew he always had, but had never fostered quite to this level. Despite some of the looks he was getting from various passerby's, he knew that he could have struck up a conversation with any of them. And more importantly had them like him by the end of it. Which led him to the final section of memories in this new reality that he found interesting.

Conveniently he was rounding the corner of the hallway to his and Sam's room. With a few quick deft movements, he fished out the keys from inside his purse and opened the door unsure of what was going to be inside. Much to his surprise, the room inside the door was exactly how Sam and him had left it earlier that morning. Stepping inside, he closed the door, locked it, and walked over to his closet. Here was where things were different, in that his clothes had certainly changed, adjusting to his new body. Nodding to himself, he turned to his computer desk and slid out the false drawer that he had underneath the keyboard tray. From inside the drawer he slid out his journal, he'd been keeping it since he got to college, and flipped back to the first entry.

He only got a few lines into it before he realized that it was unchanged. Flipping to another entry, he was greeted with the same. Curious he whipped out his cell phone, and was surprised to see at least a dozen contacts he had to search his new memories for references to. He opened up a text to Sam and asked, "Hey some stuff changed and some stuff didn't in our room...that normal?"

While waiting for a response, he sat down at his computer and booted it up. The screen saver and the desktop background were very different from the ones he'd previously had set up. Loading up the internet brought him some new surprises, until he searched through his new memories to find them. He opened up his series of bookmarks, pictures, blogs, livestreaming channel, all of them his for his internet personality, Tyler Tits. He searched his mind for the memories, the reasons, and found all of them valid and fitting with his new confidence and skills. At first when his friend had suggested it as a joke in high school Tyler had laughed at it. "I mean, just because I'm a guy with a pair of DD-cups doesn't mean that anyone wants to listen to me talk or see pictures of me." Tyler remembered himself saying at the time. Luckily his friend had won over, and took a couple pictures of Tyler from the top down, showing just cleavage, and some from the front, showing the swell of his breasts, only to follow them up with the reveal of his face.

Tyler was shocked at the initial response from the internet, and the nearly polar opposite responses he received from viewers. But as the numbers ticked up into the thousands of people following him after just a week or so he found himself oddly intrigued by the idea. He began to post more and more pictures, began a web stream, started his blog documenting everything from self-help advice to how big his tits were growing.