Halloween Spirit Transformations

 An odd little transformation story that might get a sequel later. A guy watches a cursed video and becomes a monster-ghost The Ring girl. Kind of more strange than overtly sexy.

Sean wasn't much for Halloween, or rather, he celebrated it in his own way. He was a slim twenty-something and the way he saw it, there were only two ways to go with the spookiest holiday when you were at his age. You were either way too into it, throwing costume parties and overly decorating your front yard, or you ignored it. Sean was planning his usual night in. He didn't have a ton of friends to begin with, and they were a casual bunch. He'd just stay in for the night, marathoning the latest horror movies and pausing long enough to toss some candy bars at the trick-or-treaters.

He shuffled through his Blu-rays with a defeated sigh, deciding to randomize the viewing order. He ended up with something that didn't even have a title: it just showed this empty-eyed pale woman with a long mouth that hung open. It was probably some sort of promotion angle, where the movie is officially called "Exclamation point" or "The one with the ghost face on the cover." Maybe it was some indy release he'd grabbed without noticing, because it would explain the missing title and the fact that he had no memory of buying it.

He popped it in to start the night. It wasn't anything especially shocking. There was some convincing CG for the ghost of the mutilated woman, but she did a lot of those scare people to death things rather than any actual gore. The story was pretty flimsy and just kind of threw you into it. Sean wasn't even sure if she was supposed to be evil or cursed or what. "Man, ghosts have it easy," he sighed. "Singleminded, powerful, kind of hot to the right person..." He ate some more popcorn while the nameless specter jumpscared around a corner and howled nonsense at a shrieking woman. "And no social obligations. Lucky undead bitches..."

The ghost did that trick where her mouth opened as she charged the camera, seeming to swallow it up. Just then, the screen went to static and Sean continued to watch unphased. The found footage movies tended to have some of those tricks to them to make you question what you're watching. He was surprised when it didn't go away after a whole minute. He paused the player, and sure enough it seemed to be part of the movie. He sighed and started to fast forward through it, scooping up more popcorn. When he brought it to his mouth, he saw the skin of his hand. It was all a deep, bruise-colored purple, and his ring finger was nothing but bone.

Sean screamed and leapt up from the couch, rushing for his bathroom. He looked into the mirror and saw that he was already in the process of changing into a monster of his own. The last of the skin on his face and chest was turning purple. As he gawked at himself his mouth seemed to stretch out to unnatural lengths. His scruffy brown hair turned a deep black and grew unnaturally quickly down to his hips. Even his clothes began to change, growing loose around his skin and withering until they formed a weathered white dress. He felt an uncomfortable (never quite painful) tightness throughout his body, feeling himself wither into an unhealthy and willowy thinness. Despite the hollowed out look, his chest and hips filled out enough to make a hint of femininity clear alongside his lengthy hair.

"What the shit? Oh what the fucking shit?!" Sean blurted, his voice warping through the second sentence. It carried a deep echo to it whenever he spoke. He stepped back as he saw his eyes glaze over with a milky haze while maintaining his sense of sight. He raised her arms, surprised by the sense of his breasts bouncing. Somehow that stood out just as much as the fact that there were several holes in his clothes as well as his skin. The most noticeable parts were that the space from his elbow to halfway up his forearm was now missing, making his upper arm look like it was floating a few inches from the rest of him. He ran his hands through the empty space, but if he was suddenly being turned into a ghost, that didn't tell him much about solidarity. The edge of his breast was visible through one of the rips in his dress, but it also had a hole that pushed through his torso. It showed one of his ribs, but otherwise contained no visible organs; it just passed straight through him to see the other side of the room when he tilted in the right way.

"Okay... okay, calm down," Sean told himself with that same hollow echo. "I'm a ghost and a woman and poorly dressed. This is fixable. We can work with this." He wasn't sure how, but maybe he'd listen to himself if he said it out loud. Curiosity got the best of him and he started to experiment. Of course, the first thing that came to mind was checking out his tits. He felt himself up a few times before letting them bounce back down, some surprising heft to them for such a scrawny body. He was a few inches shorter, and the withered form made the body's age unclear, but the tits were certainly adult.

With the female part out of the way, he moved on to the ghost. He touched a hand to his chapped lips and pulled down, finding his jaw could reach down past his tits when he really tried. It was lined with sharp and crooked teeth that looked like there were too many. His throat seemed to lead to a black void just beyond his tonsils and long black tongue. "Not like boys look at the face," he muttered, poking at the hole just beneath his boobs.

Sean went back to the living room where he played the movie again, but it was just another half hour of static and then credits. While he waited, he toyed with what exactly he was able to do. He could pick up physical objects like normal, but when he chewed on some popcorn it just fell right through him and out the bottom of his dress, back in one piece. So he guessed he didn't need to eat. He tried to focus on moving away from the ground or walls, and sure enough he could float and phase through surfaces at will. He remembered the scene from the movie and he focused on the ceiling, and he found himself swiftly flipped upside down and standing on it as easily as the floor. He laughed a bit at that, even if it came out as a booming cackle and his dress flipped upside down. He sputtered and pushed the musty thing aside, only to confirm what he hadn't bothered to check yet. He had a purple-pink vagina and dark, oily pubic hair right between two thick but scar-lined thighs.

"So I'm a creepy-hot ghost monster," he reminded himself, pacing on the ceiling. One hand held his dress down so it stayed around his legs, but the other was distracted playing with his boobs. They could get in the way when he wasn't careful, but at least one of his arms with the missing piece passed right through it. It was hard to avoid bumping into them, so it was easier to grope and play with them. "There has to be a way to fix this. It doesn't just... happen. This is like a fucked up morality tale." He paused and hopped up and down a few times, making his boobs jiggle as he kept landing back on the ceiling. It sure was a weird lesson if they gave him cool powers to go with it.

"Alright, so... I've got nothing," he conceded. "I need help. There's gotta be doctors or wizards or gypsies or something that can fix this. Maybe a spooky old librarian... do we have a library around here?" He shook his head, tossing his long hair about before he righted himself and floated out. "Whatever. It's Halloween. There's got to be some creepy people around that know about this kind of stuff."

He quickly found out that it wouldn’t be that easy. He wanted to be a little discreet, so he thought it would be best to catch somebody alone. He spotted somebody closing up at the Halloween store that looked the part. Sean had recognized the guy around town before: was a lanky dude with a lot of piercings, a devil tattoo, and smoked an actual old fashioned pipe. He had to know something about magic. Sure, it was just the shop that was open for a month a year to give out last minute costumes, but that was kind of gothy, right?

So while the guy was going to his car, Sean jogged up behind him and called for him. He figured that even with the guy obviously being used to ghosts and shit, he should use the old fashioned approach. Of course, a raspy, echoing whisper of a voice shouting “Hey, man!” did sound kind of like “Human!”, and it must have echoed strangely because the tattooed guy kept looking in the wrong directions until Sean was right behind him. When he tapped the guy on the shoulder, he whipped around just as Sean opened his gaping maw to speak.

"Helllllp," he rasped.

The tattooed guy screamed like a girl and threw open his car, not even all the way inside when he fired it up and sped out of the parking lot as fast as he could.

"I don't think he was a witch," Sean hissed in his breezy voice. He leaned against the brick wall of the store, even if his hand phased through it. He heard a faint trickling noise behind him, but as he looked it thankfully wasn't some Grim Reaper to take him the rest of the way into being a dead woman. Blood ran down the wall, quickly forming the words "This is going to be harder than I thought."

Shane pulled his hand back out and the letters vanished a moment later. He frowned and looked down at his withered hand. "Seriously? I'm supposed to get someone to help me and there's no way to communicate that's not spooky as shit?! If... if I didn't have tits right now, I'd be pretty pissed off!"

Sean stuck to his plan, trying to get anyone who looked like they wouldn't have a heart attack at the mere sight of him while still having some knowledge on the matters of ghosts and curses. There was no local fortune teller or carnival in town, so no luck there. The librarian ran out of the building when he rose up out of the floorboards. The big manly guy at the gym just passed out and bonked his head on some of the equipment. The teenagers in the graveyard with a ouija board nearly ran each other over trying to get away when he raised his voice (he apparently had nothing in between a roar and a whisper). Even when he tried to pass for a trick or treater, his vacant stare and impossibly busted arm made the housewife slam the door in his face. Even putting "Help, I'm a ghost" in bloody letters on the wall of the frat house didn't get a response. ("Why do we have a frat house in this town and not an occult book store? This is bullshit!")

He finally gave up. It was getting dark out, and he wasn't getting any less terrifying. Some of the younger kids were heading home from trick or treating, so he decided to keep out of sight from them. Even if they didn't freak out, a couple of ten-year olds wouldn't know how to fix a cursed blu-ray.

Sean was floating overhead watching the kids giggling and eating candy when he heard some raised voices around the corner. He peered over a rooftop to see a trio of children, somewhere around ten to be out on their own but still in costumes. There was also a pair of older boys, probably seniors in high school give or take a few years. One roughly pulled the bucket of candy from the hands of a little boy in a ninja suit who started to cry. The other was already rooting through a pillowcase and pulling out candy bars while a girl in a Disney princess dress tried to pull it away.

"You're literally taking candy from babies?" Sean thought to himself in disbelief. "Jeez, you're not in a Saturday morning cartoon, guys. Grow a little dignity." He wanted to do something about it. If he were mortal, he'd call the police or drive up and start to shout to scare them off. But here he was just... oh. Right.

"Don't be a crybaby. Think of it like paying your taxes early," Doug taunted the crying boy as he shook the pumpkin-shaped bucket to see its contents.

"You didn't even get the big candy bars? How do you suck at trick or treating this much?" his friend Steve added, shaking his head as her jerked the pillowcase out of the girl's hand. The kid in the Robot Man costume ran at Steve, but he easily shoved him onto his ass. He went back to the candy when he felt a cool breeze and realized his pants were around his ankles. Even the crying boy had to snicker at this as the kids started to laugh at him.

"Hey! Which one of you little assholes did that!?" he snapped. He thought he'd been watching all of them in case they tried anything smart like running for an adult or the cops. He tossed the pillow case aside and went to get his pants back up and rough them around for the trouble, but he saw the ground shifting beneath him. It grew darker, like his shadow was growing wider, and bold red letters melted into the surface.

"Spare... the... little ones...?" Steve read out loud in confusion. "Wait, how did you kids...?"

There was a sudden inhuman roar as Sean burst out of the ground, grabbing him around the ankles and lifting him into the air. Steve screamed as he was hung upside down, being shaken until his stolen candy fell from his hands and pockets. "Fuck! Fuck, dude! Get me down!"

"Who the fuck!?" Doug added helpfully, staggering back. Sean dropped Steve flat on his back on the sidewalk before rotating his head 180 degrees to face Doug instead.

"They are within my realm. They are under MY protection," he said in a voice so thick that it sounded like it came out through boiling oil.

"Shit! Okay! Okay! Don't hurt us!" Doug shouted. He turned to run, but he ran right into Sean (and his bouncing boobs) who had somehow reappeared behind him.

"Return the tithe..." he hissed, baring his teeth as maggots fell out over his pouty lips.

"The... the what?" Doug squeaked.

"She wants you to give us back the candy," the ninja boy pointed out. "I thought it was pretty obvious."

The dude instantly threw down his stolen goods at the kids' feet. Sean kept glaring at him with his hollow eyes. "And everything in your wallet!" the Robot Man added.

"Fine! Fine! Okay!" Doug yelped in a panic, his focus entirely on not pissing his pants in the face of the rotten demon of a woman. He grabbed a few bills and a condom from his pocket and threw them at the kids as well. "Happy Halloween, kids! Just... just a prank, right? Everyone happy?" he asked, still staring at the ghastly Sean.

Sean popped his jaw open wide enough to swallow his head and gave a shriek that sprayed him with the stench of rotting flesh and nonspecific green liquid. The older boys screamed and ran with Steve barely remembering to pull his pants back up while they moved. Sean sighed and went back to his more natural form, running his boney fingers through his hair. At least he did one thing decent tonight, even if it scared the shit out of some kids.

"Wowwww! Thank you, missus ghost!" Sean turned in surprise to see the kids were all smiling. The one was wiping away his tears and the Robot Man was scooping their candy back into their proper place, but the princess stood in front of her with the biggest smile of them all. "You saved us from those bullies!"

"Yesss..." Sean hissed as he rubbed his arm awkwardly. It mashed his breasts around, and his fingers ran over the spot on his arm that was missing all of its flesh. "You're are welcome. They were… weak of will.” His words kept seeming to fumble when he tried to speak normally, and he found himself slowly searching for more cryptic or outdated words to use that the body seemed to let him use.

The princess went back to Robot Man for her pillowcase and dug around until she produced a popcorn ball wrapped in plastic, holding it up like a gem towards Sean. "Miss Tuckerton makes these this time of year. They're my favorite. I want you to have it."

If Sean had a heartbeat, it probably would have stopped. "That's... oh, sweet child," he said gingerly. "I do not feed. Not anymore."

"Do you need money?" The ninja kid held the fistful of "donated" bills over his head.

"No... not that either. Thank you."

Princess stepped up and took Sean's bony hand, wrapping his spindly fingers around the popcorn ball. "I want you to have it. We got lots tonight. And we kept it thanks to you."

Sean grinned with his wide mouth of crooked teeth and nodded. "Very well… my thanks," he wheezed. The kids giggled and ran off, but the boy in the Robot Man mask stopped and turned back to him. He gestured Sean closer before he leaned up on his tiptoes and kissed him on the purple cheek, then ran of to catch up to his friends. Sean wondered what color he was when a purple woman blushed.

Sean floated back to his house, settling in for the night. He didn't feel the urge to sleep, but he figured he might as well try. The bowl of candy he'd left out was empty, which made him smile to himself. He wasn't much for Halloween, but as far as they went, this really wasn't such a bad one.