South of the Border, Part 13 (Mexican Twin Sisters TFTG) (Patreon)

By FoxFaceStories

A Story Tier Prompt

When a group of college students go south of the border to Mexico for spring break, best friends Angus and Jared decide to party a little too hard. Their insensitivity to local custom annoys a local bruja, who decides to transform them into a pair of Mexican twin sisters who can’t even understand English anymore. They can only turn back if they help her with the household chores, but things take an unexpected turn for all three.

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Part 13: The Other Side of the Border

Maria was saddened by the death of her namesake witch. She hadn’t talked to her cousin in a long time, and it wounded her to think that such a talented woman had passed away unexpectedly, a bruja lost to the world who had so much to give. North of the border, the living Maria had thrived, finding enjoyment in nature and her own magical talent applied to her gardening as well. In fact, it had been a long time since she had affected any actual person with magic. That was, until the twins Amarissa and Josephina had visited. Once Amarissa had become Angus again, and Josephina revealed to be pregnant and trapped, the witch decided that she owed a duty of care to the pair of them, especially after hearing their full story. After all, it was her cousin who had changed them, and she had failed to change them back completely.

So she followed them, casting secret hexes to ensure that she could spy on their lives at any time and find out how they were going. She only did this every few months, not wanting to pry too deeply. One can imagine the bruja’s surprise then when she found that not only had Angus become Amarissa again, but she had accepted her new womanhood and returned to her original boyfriend Miguel.

“Fascinating,” she had said. “I’m so glad things worked out.”

Indeed, she was a champion of love quite privately, so this was good to see. But now that she was using her witch powers to engage with the wider world, she couldn’t help but feel another pull. The story Josephina had told her still rankled her; the way their American former friends had acted towards them in such a racist, sexist, and overall degrading manner. As a Latina woman herself, the idea of being subjected to such treatment galled her.

“Perhaps I’ll just put on my bruja act one last time, and pay them a visit,” she said to herself. “Just to finish the story up and tie up all those loose ends.”

She summoned some reserves of her magic, and bided for a time when the group of friends would all be together. It didn’t take long: they loved to party.

She was going to give them the most eventful party of their lives.

***

Sasha was full of pride. It was another warm, beautiful day, and it was her turn to host another party with friends. Occasionally she thought of Angus and Jared, but then her mind would slip away from those two, and she would wonder who she was thinking about. No, the group of friends was definitely complete. There was herself, Haley, Jessica for the girls, as well as Alan, Mark, Peter, and Tyrone for the boys. Those were the core group, though they always made sure to invite others. With how busy her parents were, always jet setting across the globe for their cruisy corporate jobs, it was easy to host as many wild drunken parties as she wanted. Last night in particular had been a real rager. It hadn’t been hard to seduce Alan, though Mark was apparently hooking up with Haley again. Really, they were all pretty promiscuous, always bouncing back and forth between each other. It was a real mess, almost as messy as the literal mess they had left around the mansion and pool area. 

Thankfully, as usual, they had a solution: the pair of Mexican maids they had hired to clean up the shit. They weren’t as entertaining as those other ones, but then they had turned out to be a pair of revolting little thieves, stealing from the other estate and causing a lot of explanations to be had. It was a good thing these two were much more mild-mannered and obedient, and not nearly as good-looking, so Sasha didn’t have to deal with the wandering eye of Mark or anybody else. It didn’t stop them from making the occasional comment or slapping one of the girls on the rear as she passed, which always got a laugh. She didn’t mind that; as far as she was concerned, it was what they deserved for being undocumented!

“Ahh, this is the life,” she said to herself as she relaxed by the side of the pool, watching several of her friends laugh and swim. Mark was at her side, his strong arm around her, and she enjoyed the feel of him.

“Totally agreed, babe,” he said. “Totally agreed.”

It was a moment of perfection they all felt they deserved. One they all took for granted. And it was also one that was about to finally, and deservedly end, right at that very moment.

WHOOMPH!

There was a scream from Haley as the women scrambled out of the pool, and from the boys as well. Standing on the water - impossibly - was a woman. She was older, with Hispanic features and an older style of dress. She had a grin on her face, and it wasn’t altogether a kind one either.

“Sasha?” she asked. “Alan? Mark? Tyrone and Peter and Haley and Jessica?”

They all looked at this woman in horror. Jessica tried to run, but some invisible force prevented her from leaving, like a wall of static energy. She yelped as she received a light shock, and instead turned to face the woman, who walked neatly off the water to stand over Sasha. She shook, her fight or flight instinct getting stuck on freeze instead. She clung to Mark, who instead of placing his arm protectively around her, instead disentangled quickly and backed away.

“Please, don’t hurt me!” he cried.

“You asshole!” Sasha said to him. “Get back, witch!”

“Well identified,” Maria said. “Though I prefer bruja, or simply Maria.”

Behind her, Tyrone readied to throw a pool chair, hoping to help them escape. She turned, clicked her fingers, and suddenly it turned into nothing more than bubbles in his hand. The man’s jaw fell, silent.

“That’s better,” she said. “Now, I think you all have some explanations to make, specifically about how terribly you have treated the immigrant workers you have serving your every need here.”

“They’re just the help!” Sasha cried. 

“Yeah!” Alan added. “They’re not even American!”

“They don’t belong here,” Haley added, “we were doing a real, uh, charity by helping them! Weren’t we?”

The others all agreed, desperately hoping this ploy would work for the woman. Instead, she simply gave a smile that expressed no mirth at all.

“They don’t belong here, huh? Well, in that case, I suppose neither shall you very soon.”

And with that, she raised her hands and began to speak a strange incantation, her words no longer English or even Spanish, but instead something much, much older. There was no visible energy, no arcane runes lighting up, simply a thrumming of power in the air that each of the individuals present felt. From the side, the two maids looked on in shock, not knowing what to do, but backing off slowly. The people inside the magical dome tried to escape again, each looking at one another and trying to figure out what was going on.

They were soon distracted though, as the changes started.

“Nnghh!” Alan groaned. “My skin! My body! There’s s-so much p-pressure! Ohhh!”

His skin began to darken considerably. Right before everyone’s eyes, his body shrunk, his clothing altered, and his form became much slimmer. His muscular form was erased, leaving him with a lithe figure, but far more dramatic was the way his hair turned black and long, and his facial features rearranged to gain a long, aquiline nose and softer jaw. His eyes turned darker in the iris, while his lips became fuller. Soon his skin was a rich brown, his hair wavy and black. He looked like an Indian woman in the face.

“What the hell!?” Haley cried. “Alan, you don’t even look like you anymore!”

“What’s happening to m-me!?” he exclaimed, clutching his face with newly daintified hands. Even his voice had changed: it was now undeniably female, and more than that, it had a thick Indian accent to it.

“He’s becoming exactly what you all mocked,” Maria stated, before continuing to chant. 

Alan squirmed, grabbing his chest as two lumps formed there. He groaned as they expanded, becoming fuller and fuller. His hips widened, his waist narrowed, and with one great tug his penis and testicles withdrew back into his body. To show off all these changes, including his now prominent breasts, his clothes reformed to become a gorgeous looking red sari, one that revealed his pleasant midriff. To finish off the effect, jewellery formed all over the new woman’s forms; earrings, necklaces, bracelets and the like, as well as henna markings on her hands. She looked like a gorgeous Indian bride to be.

The new woman screamed, calling out in strange sounds. It took her a moment to realise she wasn’t speaking English anymore; she was speaking Hindi.

“That’s right,” Maria said. “You can understand the words I say, thanks to the magic, but you’ll never speak English again. From now on, you are Zoya, a young Indian woman arranged to be married to a young man back in India.”

Sasha and the rest of the group’s jaws were on the floor by this point. Zoya, formerly Alan, cried as she touched her female form, grappling with her new breasts and changed body. She tried to communicate to them, but to no avail.

And then Maria began to chant again, and the group redoubled their efforts, clawing at the invisible energy wall in a desperate attempt to escape. But it was all in vain, and soon each of them was changed in his or her own turn.

Tyrone was horrified as his incredibly muscular and tall black body was transformed into a diminutive Japanese woman, willowy and short and elegant. Her beauty was immense, her hair going all the way down to below her waist, and she wore a traditional kimono outfit that only elevated her beauty. Like Zoya, she could only speak her new native tongue.

“A shrine maiden for a traditional inland village,” Maria said. “I hope you enjoy your new life, Asuka. There, women are expected to be dutiful and bear children.”

Asuka could scarcely deal with her own form, let alone that future, but the group’s attention quickly shifted to Peter. He had been one of the worst ones when dealing with ‘the help’, and now he found his body changing radically too. Like the other two, he was feminised, his skin turning a deep, rich black and his figure extraordinarily curvaceous. The man groaned and grunted as pillowy breasts bloomed from his chest and his ass expanded massively; his new body’s most prominent feature. Soon he was a woman of Central Africa, with nice breedable hips.

“The village men will love and compete for you there, Kemia. Just remember that there is little access to contraception, so you will be raising many, many babies! A good thing about those hips!”

Peter/Kemia actually broke down in tears, trapped like the others in her own language.

By this point the others were desperate. Some were pleading, but others, like Sasha, were thinking about attacking Maria directly. She had removed a pole from one of the shade umbrellas and was readying for her moment as the bruja chanted again.

More changes followed. Haley was horrified to find herself become a Slavic woman called Olga, one who was apparently destined to live in an icy rural village with her domineering and traditionalist husband. Because she loved barking orders and running her mouth off, her incredibly full lips were now made to be perfect for giving blowjobs. Mark became a thicker Polynesian woman with curves not unlike those of Kemia. She too was apparently also married, and would be returned to her island as well, where she worked as a dancer for tourists, which involved showing a lot of midriff and cleavage and thigh when dancing in a so-called ‘traditional’ outfit. 

Sasha seized her moment. She refused to be changed, refused to lose her life. She charged at Maria, screaming in ragged rage. Even the bruja seemed a bit taken by surprise by this, and she reacted just in time, whispering a few magic words which caused Sasha to freeze on the spot, the sharp end of the pole just a few feet away from Maria.

“Ah, and here is the ring leader,” Maria said in English while Sasha tried to fight her imprisonment. “All of you deserve your coming fates, but you deserve this one most of all, Sasha. For mocking the maids, for dehumanising them so thoroughly, for mocking their desperate status, I will now make you one of them.”

Sasha managed to summon just enough will to give a brief, “No!”

But it was too late, the arcane words returned, and soon she felt her skin buzz with change, darkening to become a beautiful copper colour. Her breasts expanded significantly; she would have been happy about this normally, but knowing she would soon be of a low status only made her feel more like a victim, especially as her overall figure improved elsewhere. Her facial features rearranged, her hair turning dark and wavy. Her clothes, like with all the others, changed, but hers was most karmic: it became a maid’s uniform, one that still looked great on her body.

“You are now Catalina,” Maria said to the horrified woman, who realised they were now talking in the witch’s native Spanish. “You are a poor maid who works in hotels around the country. The rest of your friends will be deported to their new lands - I’ll call the police for the old-fashioned treatment on that - but you will have an altogether different challenge ahead of you, Catalina. You will stay in your own country but live as a stranger in it, as Josephina and Amarissa did. You will be forced to scrub toilets and clean rooms and deal with all sorts of humiliation. And then, once you have learned some karma and humility, perhaps you - like your friends - will find some love and acceptance in your new life. I wish you the best of luck with it.”

And with that, the witch gave one last incantation, which caused her to disappear out of Catalina’s life entirely. Out of all of their lives. The changed individuals all looked at one another, at their changed forms, and tried to think of anything to say. But there was nothing to say, and no way of saying it besides. They had all become beautiful women from across the globe, doomed to lives of subservience in order to punish them for their bullying ways. And these would be their lives forever.

Catalina acted quickly. There were sirens on the horizon. The rest would be deported, but perhaps she had a chance, just as the witch had said. She was a maid now. She would have to work for little pay and put up with a lot. But she refused to be deported. She would find a way to survive on the other side of the border.

As she ran from the building, tears in her eyes, she couldn’t help but notice that the other two maids were looking a bit smug.

She kept on running.

The End