Re:wigged

This is a small sequel to my old story A Cold Wind, inspired by a suggestion from @hugoverse. Hope you enjoy 🙂

It had been a few months since Jane had rid herself of the evil wig that had turned her into the bitch Jasmine. She had finally been able to break away from its influence and throw it out the window.

However the wig soon found a willing host in the librarian Francine. It had transformed the shy wallflower into the gorgeous yet evil Francesca.

Francesca soon picked up where Jasmine had left off. She easily had the city wrapped around her little finger. When Jane heard of a new alpha bitch ruining lives and fucking guys she knew her wig was causing mayhem once again.

Jane had to stop it once and for all and so snuck into Francesca’s penthouse apartment ready to take the wig from the sleeping slut’s head. However just as she was getting close Francesca woke up.

“Who do you think you are..?” Francesca said trailing away as recognition crossed her face. No doubt the wig was filling her in as to who this trespasser was.

Jane was in trouble now and she knew just how cruel and powerful the wig was and what it could make her do. She needed a plan.

“Oh so you thought you could just sneak in here and take my power did you? You gave up this wonderful life, Jasmine will never live again!” Francesca snarled. Unfortunately for her this is what gave Jane her plan.

“Yes it’s true. I missed the power so much. I just wanted to be Jasmine again.” She lied but could see the wig begin to react to her words. It shifted even so slightly, intrigued. Jane’s plan was working.

“I should never of got rid of you, I missed being a bitch who took what she wanted and I took everything! I was the meanest, sexiest slut going and I loved every second of it.” Jane said but found herself getting wet. Was this how she truly felt?

“I want to be the alpha bitch again. I want big tits and a perfect face. I want to stare into a man’s eyes and put him under my spell.” Jane said thinking of all the amazing nights she had been Jasmine. Would it be so bad to go back?

“I want to suck and fuck so much cock. Oh god I want it so bad. Come back to me and we’ll be even badder than before! I’ve missed us!” She said never feeling so sure of something in her life.

Francesca laughed a long deep laugh until suddenly she stopped and collapsed to the floor. When she did the wig fell off and slid across the floor to Jane’s feet.

Jane knew the wig had done that to Francesca. It was giving her the second chance she had wanted. Her plan had worked.

She could of picked it up and put it in the fireplace, ridding the world of its evil once and for all but she needed it now. She had accidentally brought herself to the edge of climaxing and her body ached for sweet release the only way it could right now.

She picked up the wig and eagerly placed it on her head. Instantly she could feel it’s tendrils wrap tightly around her own hair. It felt intoxicating. She then heard that unmistakable voice in her head once more.

“Jane I’m so glad you’ve seen sense and returned to me. We truly are made for one another.” The wig hissed.

“Enough talk! Work your dark magic on my body and make me into a stone cold bitch! And don’t ever call me Jane again.” Jane commanded. The wig liked her new attitude, they were going to have a lot of fun together.

“As you wish… Jasmine.” The wig said as she warped Jane’s body once again. Jane’s new found acceptance accelerated the changes like never before. Within moments her pale skin had tanned, her clothes had melted into skin tight latex and her face returned to that of a mischievous bitch. In short, Jasmine was back.

“Ahhhh much better.” She said in a velvety tone as she ran her hands through her new hair.

“Mmmm you burrowed in nice and tight this time. No escaping you now, mmmm but why would I even want to, after all like you said we are made for each other.” Jasmine said admiring her reborn form in the mirror.

In the reflection she caught sight of the back to normal Francine and wondered what a single strand of the wig could do to someone.