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SRU: The Return of the Love Doll By Ran Dandel The Riding Club of the University was one of its most exclusive organizations. It was like a non-resident fraternity. The members gathered there to meet and socialize, and to build their skills at networking. The exclusivity was guaranteed because only the wealthiest students in good standing in their respective cities' Society could become members. Members who graduated were destined to wield great power in whatever career they chose. None of them were majoring in the "hard" sciences, or in such curricula as English Lit. or Philosophy. These men would become the future leaders of their home states. The ones who went into government would not become the elected officials, but would be the ones appointed to the real positions of power. They'd be the diplomats, the chief bureaucrats, the judges, the ones who influenced the elected officials. Unfortunately, they were also all convinced of their innate superiority to any other kind of human being on campus. They associated only with "their own kind", and dated the girls from only the "proper" sororities. No matter how sexy, intelligent, attractive, or whatever, a girl was, if she didn't live in one of "those" sororities, she was lower than the bird droppings found on the sidewalks of the University Quad. Rick Edgerton was in trouble. Here we was, Chair of the Riding Club's Annual All Hallows Eve Costume Ball, and he didn't have a costume. While most of us would not be too upset to throw something together, even if it was a few rags wrapped around our arms and legs under a sweatsuit to simulate being a muscle man, a Member of the Riding Club had to do it right. You couldn't show up in a costume. You had to have a Costume. If you dressed as a clown, you had to be utterly convincing. Same with a Matador, an Olympic skier (not any other kind, of course), or a lowly butler. The costume had to be as complete in every way as the real thing. This, of course, is what made it difficult, for if a member couldn't follow through on this project, how could the others ever put their trust in him doing something simpler. The more complex the costume, and the more obscure, the better. Without a costume, even all the work Rick had done in getting everything ready the gilded, engraved invitations, the valet parking service, the tuxedo-clad waiters, the imported Blue Ribbon Chef...everything would go down the drain. As the Chair of the committee, he had to at least be everybody's equal in costume. He stopped pacing about his luxury apartment and decided to drive over to the mall to see if he could find any last-minute ideas that would at least be acceptable, if not outstanding. At this late date, he knew he could only just avoid being a failure. While his future would not be destroyed, he could only salvage a middle position in the Social List because he didn't get the costume he needed. When he got to the mall, he parked his Beemer away from the main entrance, and parked at an angle in two spaces to make sure there was plenty of room. He didn't care that this was inconsiderate, he wanted to make sure that the peons who parked near him wouldn't have a chance at putting any marks in his car with their doors. He entered the mall and started walking around, looking into the different stores. About the only thing that came to mind was going into one of the women's clothing stores and buying something so that he could masquerade as the Hostess of the Ball. He rejected this idea, though, because he knew he didn't have enough time to make the preparations he needed to pull it off. (He wasn't worried about what his friends would think, because they all appreciated a good gag. Ten years ago, Bunky Dalton came dressed as a Las Vegas showgirl, with all the feathers and such. The members couldn't figure out who the strangely-attractive woman was until the Midnight Unmasking. When he pulled off the wig, and shouted, "Surprise!", in his normal voice, he stunned his audience with his imagination, nerve, and hard work in fooling all of them. He is now an investment advisor to some of the most highly-placed policy-makers in Washington.) Rick was about to throw it in when he saw one last store at the end of a back corridor. It had a sign over the door (a store in a mall with a real door?) that said, "Spell 'R Us". Well, he thought, I've looked everywhere else, what can I lose by looking here? So he entered the store. As he opened the door, he heard a bell ring. He looked up, and saw the kind of bell that hangs on a spring and rings when the door strikes it. How quaint, he thought. He looked around the store and was nearly repulsed by what he saw...there were things everywhere. The shelves were located in no particular pattern. Items were not grouped in any system he could discern. In short, it was a jumble of stuff on shelves, on the floor, hanging on the wall...even the lights were just bare bulbs hanging under white-enameled reflectors. "Hello, Rick," said a voice from behind him. "I know this isn't the kind of exclusive store with personal attendants and refreshments you're used to, but I think I can help you solve your problem for the Ball." Rick started at the voice, and then turned around to see an elderly gentleman in a worn, but well-made suit that looked like it came from Saville Row. Of course, it didn't fit properly, and Rick assumed it was something a "proper" fellow had donated to the Church Rummage some time ago. "H-h-how did you know my name? And how did you know I needed something for the Ball?" Rick stuttered. "Come on, my boy, I'm a wizard. I'm supposed to know these things. That's why the store's got its name." "All right," Rick replied, "but how can you help me?" The wizard replied, "You need an absolutely convincing costume for tonight's All Hallows Eve Ball, and I can give it to you." "You?" "Of course. Who do you think helped Bunky with his costume? I can do the same for you." "OK, if I can do as well as Bunky did, my future will be assured. What do you have?" The Wizard went behind a shabby counter and brought out something that was rolled up. He set it on top of the counter and started to unroll it. It soon became apparent that he was unrolling an incredibly realistic inflatable love doll. She was absolutely beautiful, and deliciously sexy. The wizard pointed at the love doll and said, "Rick, here's your costume. You'll go as a beautiful maiden from some Sultan's harem. With the right outfit, you can pull this off." Rick stared, and the replied, "How can that be my costume. I can't use a love doll. What do I do? Hold it in front of me and use it like a puppet? That's no costume." "Wait a minute, I'm not through. When I get done with Brenda, here, she'll be the perfect costume for you." At that, the wizard took a very sharp knife out of some fold in his suit, and cut a straight slit from the crotch of the doll to the base of her neck. As he pulled the slit open, Rick could see that the doll was just a hollow, flexible shell. The wizard then rummaged around in a drawer and came out with a ruby. The ruby was one of those gems that drive jewelers to envy. It was oval- shaped, and faceted to reflect every gleam of light. When Rick gazed into the gem, it had depths unimaginable, and was filled with the wonderful red of the gem. The wizard took a small glue pot, and used the brush to apply some of the glue to one side of the ruby. He then stuck the ruby on one edge of the slit where the love doll's navel was. He waited a few minutes, and then test- fitted the two sides of the slit together. The ruby was exactly centered in the love doll's navel. "Ok, Rick, here's how it works. When you get ready to go out, strip yourself naked, and put on the love doll. You'll close it up and dress in the harem girl's outfit I'll also supply. When the Ball's over, you go home, remove the costume, and bring it back to me tomorrow. I'll collect my rent for the costume, and you'll go away happy, knowing you pulled off a wonderful stunt for the Ball." "What about the Midnight Unmasking?" Rick asked. "That's simple, you'll just pull the head back enough to reveal your true self, and take in the applause. Nothing simpler." "All right, but one more thing. I've heard some things about this store, and I don't want to wind up some kind of brainless bimbo and a slave to sex." "I admire your caution young man. If you follow my instructions, nothing will happen. I promise you, you will not become an airhead, like Brenda here." "Good enough, I'll do it" Rick agreed. While they discussed the price (which of course didn't really matter to Rick), the wizard packed the love doll and several items of clothing into a small overnight bag. He then added a small can. "Rick, this can contains the most important thing of our arrangement. Before you put on the costume, you must dust this powder all over the inside of the doll. The powder will prevent it from sticking, and make it easier to remove. If you don't use the powder, it may be quite painful to take off. "Also, don't break the surface of the doll. The magic that makes the costume convincing is fragile in its own way. If the surface is penetrated, I'm not responsible for what happens, so be careful. Don't handle broken glass, or be careless with knives. At any rate, I did guarantee that you would not become a brainless bimbo, and that will hold true. Just don't make any mistakes, OK?" "I understand," said Rick. And he took the overnight bag, and went out to his car to drive home. At his apartment, Rick opened the overnight bag, took out the love doll, and unrolled her. He draped her over a large overstuffed chair and sat down in a recliner on the other side of the living room. He stared at her. The love doll was a stunning redhead. Her hair was of that deep auburn color that most men rarely see. It was nowhere near that carrot color most redheads seem to have. Her face was clear and smooth. None of the usual mass of freckles, except a small amount scattered across the tops of her breasts. Her eyes were green, and she had the most kissably-shaped lips Rick had ever seen. From the looks of the rest of her, this costume would be incredible, if it worked like the wizard had said. As he was thinking of these things, he closed his eyes and started to daydream about being with this girl. He sat back, reclined the chair, and slowly drifted off to sleep, as he dreamed of kissing, caressing, of having his way with the sexy creature on the couch. Several hours later, Rick awoke with a start, looked at his watch, and yelped, "Oh no! I'm late!" Now being late meant Really Late. It was normal for the Ball to start at 8:00 PM, but most of the members would arrive well after 9:00. It was now 9:00, and Rick knew he wouldn't arrive for nearly an hour. That was too late to be fashionable. Well, Real Late is Much Better than not being there at all. That would be worse than a bad costume. Rick dashed into the shower, and cleaned himself faster than he'd ever done before. Naked, he walked over to the doll, opened the slit, and slid one leg into her. He realized he'd forgotten the powder, but figured that he could stand a little pain if he succeeded tonight. He slipped his other leg into the doll, and pulled her hips over his. He adjusted his cock and balls down between his legs so they'd fit better, and give the front a proper profile. He pulled the torso up around his stomach and chest and worked his arms down the arms of the doll. He then pulled the chest around in front. He looked down and saw that the costume didn't quite look right. He had a flesh-colored sheath around him, with a long slit up the front to his neck. The slit was open quite a bit, and he didn't know how it would close. I'll just follow the wizard's instructions, he thought, and stretched the neck of the doll to pull the head over his own head. It took a bit of pulling and tugging, but he finally got the doll's head over his, and pulled the face into place, lining up the mouth, nose, eyes, and ears. He looked down and took the last step. He pulled the slit in the front of the doll together at the navel. He fitted the two halves of the navel together, one side with the ruby in it. He held them together with one hand while he twisted the ruby so that the oval was vertical instead of horizontal. As he twisted it, he felt it click into place. Suddenly, the slit in the doll started to close by itself. Like magic (!), it seamlessly closed. He watched the closing as it traveled from the navel, up between the breasts, to the base of the neck. It also traveled from the navel down to his crotch. As the last bit of the slit closed, he felt a slight tingling all over his body, and his vision blurred for just an instant. He looked around, and noticed that he felt different. He could actually feel the long auburn tresses brushing across his shoulders and down his back. As he walked, he could feel his new breasts jiggling about. He went to the mirror and looked at himself. He did not see himself in some kind of girl costume. He saw an exquisitely beautiful auburn-haired woman. She had sparkling green eyes, a pert nose, and irresistible lips. She had large, perfectly-shaped breasts with prominent nipples. Her torso tapered down to a narrow waist and then flared out again to wide, sexy hips. Between her legs was a triangular patch of auburn hair hiding treasures beneath. All the makeup was done, and her nails were perfect. Knowing he couldn't admire his new costume all night, Rick started dressing. He removed the articles of clothing from the overnight bag, laid them on his bed, and started to put them on. First was a small pair of red bikini panties. They barely covered the hair in his crotch, and were low on his hips. He then took what looked like the matching bra, but it was only two cups at either end of a string. After a few moments, he realized that this kind closed at the front. There were no shoulder straps, so it would be held up by his firm breasts. He closed the clasp and looked at the result. The small panties emphasized his crotch, and the strapless bra only made his breasts stand out (so to speak). Now for the rest..... He took off the bed the sheerest pair of pants he'd ever seen. They were very billowy, with drawstrings at the ankles and waist. The Harem pants. He slid them on, noticing that he could feel the sheer fabric as it slid over his smooth legs. He could not believe that the costume was this good. He tied the drawstrings just above his ankle bones, and found that when he pulled the pants up to his waist, they pulled tight in his crotch. They also pulled up into his butt crack. He tied the drawstring at the waist. A vest was provided to add additional cover, but it wasn't much. It went only down as far at the bottom of the rib cage, leaving his torso exposed, and didn't close at all. In fact, the lapels didn't even close as far as his nipples, but were held to the sides of his breasts with a velcro-like material. He put on the small hat he found in the overnight bag, and found that it fit over the back of his head, and magically pulled all of his long, auburn tresses up through it until they cascaded down his back in a sexy ponytail. The shoes were ruby slippers, but not anything like Dorothy wore! These had tall stiletto heels that would show off the beautiful legs and tilt his new pelvis just so. Rick was a little hesitant about putting on the heels, since he didn't think he'd be able to walk in them. He put them on, anyway. He straightened up and tried a few steps. He found he was as able to walk in the heels as if he was born to them. He thought, I guess the girls just make it all up about having trouble walking in such high heels. I figured as much. Finally, he took out a small domino mask. This, too, was magically- enhanced. It covered only his eyes and a small portion of his cheeks. When he put it on, he didn't need a string around his head to hold it on. It magically formed to fit the contours of his face, yet would pull off when he slipped a fingernail under one end. He put it on and looked at himself in the mirror. The mirror showed a vision of sexually-charged beauty. The woman in the mirror was wearing an outfit that revealed every sexy curve of her body, yet was quite modest. The panties were hidden by the semi-transparent harem pants so that you got only a hint of what they hid, but you saw enough to know that they hid some absolute delights. The vest covered the breasts just enough that they were not in everybody's face, but showed enough to display that they were glorious. Rick quickly turned from the mirror. I'm getting turned on just looking at myself. I'd better get going. He went to the hall closet and took out his camelhair overcoat, put his keys and wallet in the purse the wizard had thoughtfully supplied, put the engraved invitation in a coat pocket (Nobody, not even the Chair of the Ball Committee, could get into the Ball without a proper invitation, or didn't you know such a thing?), and went out the door to his car. At the ball, he was a hit. Everybody wanted to know who he was. Since he had an invitation, he was a proper guest. That still had everybody wondering who he was. Simes made a very good cowboy. He even had antique percussion Colt Navy pistols. They were "hung low and tied down". Just like a proper Old West Gunfighter. Peeps had a gorilla suit. It didn't look quite authentic, but everybody knew that Peeps wasn't really going to be one of the 'up and comers'. He was going to be one of the ones who followed the crowd and gave support. He would always be a fun guest or host, but not really allowed to have any real responsibility. His major asset was his fine sense of etiquette, and, of course, his wealth. The costume that gave the most competition for Rick was displayed by Barton. He'd dressed himself as a World War II POW. He had a ragged Army Air Force uniform with all of the correct patches for a bomber pilot in the 8th Army Air Force. He was unshaven, a tad grubby, and had even starved himself down to present the proper image. If it wasn't for the help of the Spells 'R Us wizard, Rick knew that Barton would win the prize for Best Costume at the end of the evening. Well, so much for purely human efforts. As the evening went on, Rick enjoyed himself, acting as if he really was the sexy, beautiful woman he looked like. He flirted with the other members of the Club, and even danced with a few. He was surprised to find that he was enjoying being held very tightly during slow dances, with his breasts giving him a tingling feeling, while his crotch had a moist warmth he wasn't used to. Rick wasn't conscious of the fact that he was moving, speaking, and acting like one of the other member's society-bred dates. Whenever anyone asked him who he was, he just said he was their hostess for the evening, and that it was his job to make sure they all had a good time. Rick meant, of course, that they enjoy the party, but his guests heard the soft, soprano voice and had other thoughts. Finally, it was time for the Midnight Unmasking. Rick strode to the podium at the end of the ballroom (at least, he thought he strode, everyone else saw the beautiful redhead move to the podium with a sexy strut), stood behind the plexiglass lecturn, and rang the bell placed nearby. Every head turned to see the vision of womanhood at the head of the gathering. "Ladies and gentlemen, honored guests all, it is time for the Midnight Unmasking. When I next ring the bell, everyone will remove their masks, and reveal to all who they really are!" That said, Rick reached over to the bell rope, and counted down: "One....Two....Three!" and pulled the rope. The bell pealed and everyone with a mask took it off. Rick reached down, turned the ruby, and tugged off the portion of the doll around his head. His real face was exposed to the gathering. As everybody was looking around, they slowly started to notice Rick at the podium. A murmuring grew, and eventually it turned into a cheer. Barton shouted every one to silence. "My friends. We are truly in the presence of greatness! Even I have been fooled by our fellow member, Mr.Edgerton. He presented us with an image of every man's imagination and played us all for the fools we are! His costume is a masterpiece, and will rank only with our Honored Past Member, Bunky! I doff my hat to you!" With that, he removed his officer's cap and bowed. It was quite a speech, and even though Barton seethed inside at having been beaten by the likes of Rick, he knew that his speech gave him points with the crowd. Losing a fair contest with grace was much prized among his set, and he'd be gracious if it killed him. He'd find a way to get even with Rick, even if it was just a few points up on him. Rick smiled at the crowd, and, in character, curtsied. Cheers erupted. "Thank you my friends. I must admit, I had some help from a friend to make this evening eventful. I owe some credit to him, but I also owe all of you credit for giving me this accolade. I was but one of many worthy contenders for the prize of tonight's Ball. "But enough of speeches. The evening is not over, nor has night fled, so let us continue our revels until the sun dawns anew!" Whew, Rick thought. I'm sure glad I took that Lit course, so I could make up such a silly speech, but we all know that pompous talk works wonders. Rick had prepared this speech in case he won, although he really thought he'd be giving the 'gracious' loser speech at the time he wrote it. It's amazing how things can change in such a short time. Rick put the costume's head back in place over his own, turned the ruby, and resealed the costume. He was once again the beautiful, sexy harem girl. Because he'd been drinking all evening, although mostly just tonic and lime to avoid getting drunk, he found he had to go to the restroom. Because he looked wrong, he didn't feel right going into the Men's room, and he knew he couldn't use the Ladies' room, because they all knew who he was. He decided to use the restroom in the Executive Offices of the Club. That would work. He had the key. As he entered the restroom, he locked the door. Unconsciously, he went into a toilet stall and undid the drawstring on the harem pants. He slid it and the panties down his legs and sat down on the stool. He just sat back and relaxed as a spray of liquid fell from between his legs. How odd, he thought, I'm pissing like a girl. I even feel like I really have a girl's body. I wonder what it's like. He took off the vest and bra, and looked at the breasts upon his chest. As he looked, his thoughts caused his nipples to harden. He started to caress one, and then started to massage the breast. His other hand went down between his legs to the warmth that was building there. As he rubbed his breast and crotch, he noticed that it felt like he had a real pussy down there. He kept rubbing, and it became slick with moisture. He finally slipped a finger inside and gasped with pleasure. He continued this until he felt a surge of pleasure throughout his body. He'd had an orgasm! He kept at it and had two more. Gasping, he decided he'd better stop before someone else with a key to the Executive Restroom came in. He wiped himself down, and put on the harem outfit. Checking to make sure his hair was neat, and that his face was right, he then left the restroom. He found he'd only been gone thirty minutes. The rest of the night passed quickly, and Rick finally went home as the sun was rising in the east. It was a successful All Hallows Eve Costume Ball, and Rick had the acclaim that he'd sought from his fellow Riding Club members. He entered his apartment, removed the harem girl outfit and fell into bed. He awoke in the early afternoon. Being a bit woozy from the late night and the deep sleep, he padded into the bathroom, lifted the seat of the toilet and let go. He was startled away when a warm flood ran down his legs! He realized he was still wearing the love doll. He cleaned up the mess, washed himself off, and tried to turn the ruby. It wouldn't turn! It was stuck! Without thinking, he put on the bra and panties, an old t-shirt, and some sweatpants, bundled the rest of the harem costume into the overnight bag, except the purse, and ran out to his car. He didn't realize he'd slung the purse over his shoulder, and had the moves of the woman he looked like. The door of the Spells 'R Us store slammed back as Rick entered the store. "Wizard, where are you," he shouted. Even with the force of his anger, the voice was still a soft soprano. "Calm down, Rick, what happened?" asked the wizard, as he came out from a room in the back of the store. "I can't get this costume off!" "Did you apply the powder as I told you?" "Er, no. I was in a hurry and just put the suit on," Rick replied. "Ok, come in the back with me, and we'll get it off." The wizard gestured at the front door, which locked itself, and walked into the back. In the back was a table that looked suspiciously like a doctor's examination table. "Ok, Rick, take off your clothes and lay on your back on the table." "With you in the room, Old Man?" "Now, Rick. Don't be modest. You don't believe that I think you're really a woman, and that I'm going to do something nasty to you, do you? After all, if that's what I wanted, I could have done that anytime you've been in the store. Just get on the table and I'll help you take off the love doll." Rick complied, and the wizard tried to turn the ruby. After a few minutes of trying with one hand, he tried both. Finally, he climbed on the table, straddled Rick, and put some weight into twisting the ruby. It finally gave, and the slit opened slightly. Grabbing a side of the slit in each hand, the wizard gave a grunt, and suddenly spread the slit. It felt like his skin was on fire, and Rick couldn't help but cry out. "I told you, Rick, that it would be painful to remove if you didn't use the powder," the wizard commented. "Just hold on and we'll take it off a bit at a time. It's a good thing there's a lot of stretch in this thing." For the next hour, Rick was in agony as the love doll was peeled bit by bit off of his body. It felt just like having a bandage ripped off the hairy part of your arm or leg, except it didn't remove hair or tear skin. It just hurt.....a lot. Finally, it was done. Rick was gasping for breath in relief. The wizard was carefully folding the love doll and placing it on a desk in a corner of the room. "Rick, it's all over, and my love doll will be fine. You'll be fine in a few minutes, but I must ask you if you cut yourself at all last night." "No, I didn't," Rick replied. "Why?" "No reason, just wondering." Rick turned his head and looked over at the wizard. "Just wondering? About what?" "Just wondering why you're still a woman, that's all, " replied the wizard. "Still a woman!" Rick cried. He jumped off the exam table and ran over to a mirror. The vision of beautiful womanhood stared back at him. "No! It can't be. I'm not a woman! No! No!" he collapsed to his knees. "Now, Rick. I must know. I've never had my magic fail like this. Are you sure you didn't break the skin?" "No, I'm sure of it! I was very careful to keep from getting cut. I don't know what happened." "Hmmm." hummed the wizard. "Did anything really unusual happen to you? Did you get laid?" "Of course not! What kind of person do you think I am? I didn't go to bed with anybody but myself! And I only slept! I didn't do anything at all, except....." Rick remembered the incident in the Executive Restroom. "Except....what?" asked the wizard. "Well, last night, I had to go to the bathroom, and I couldn't use the Ladies', and it didn't feel right to use the Men's, so I used the Executive. While I was in there, I played with this body." "I see. So while you didn't cut yourself, you did penetrate the surface of the love doll when you put your fingers in its pussy. Hmmmm?" "I guess so. It felt so good I just couldn't stop." Rick started to cry. "And now I'm stuck like this?" "Unfortunately for you, or fortunately, depending upon how you choose to see it, the answer is 'yes'," replied the wizard. "Some magical transformations are permanent. This is one of them. I can change you into a lot of other things, but they'll all be female. You're just going to have to live with it." Rick said nothing. The wizard continued, "I can make things easier. For a small fee, I'll make sure your identity is airtight. Since you can't be Rick, you're going to be Rikki. I'll also make sure you can get access to your bank accounts. Everybody is going to remember you as you now are. A beautiful, sexy woman of Society, who won the All Hallows Eve Costume Ball by appearing in the ultimate harem outfit. You won a lot of hearts and pumped a lot of hormones, Rikki. You won't lack for company, if that's what you want." As the wizard continued, Rick, now Rikki, stared at herself. She looked in the mirror at that beautiful hair, those sparkling eyes, her lips, her breasts, her narrow waist, her sexy hips and long legs, and most of all, between her legs, the sure sign of womanhood, her.... "Noooooo! NO! NO! NO!" Rikki wailed, and began running through the shop tearing things down in her grief, her anger at her new womanhood. She grabbed small figures, pots, bowls, pictures, anything, and threw them across the store. She pulled pictures from the wall and put her hand through them. "It's all your fault, Old Man!" she raged. "If you hadn't given me that costume, I would still be me! Now I'm nothing. I won't be part of the 'Old Boys' Network'. I can only be some guy's trophy wife. I'm good for nothing. You ruined me. Now I'll ruin you!" The wizard watched her for a few moments, murmuring under his breath to himself, "OK, you can throw that. That, too. That can be fixed. And that. Uh-oh. Don't touch that, young lady. You don't know what you're messing with..." Rikki had worked her way to the front of the store until she reached the window displays. Seeing them, she toppled them into the store. Her rage abated, and she stood there, breathing hard. "Rikki, are you done now?" asked the wizard. She nodded, and turned back into the store. She took one look at the mess and froze. "Jacquie? This is the wizzard at SRU....I have another one for you....I believe you mentioned you needed one for your Fall line.....OK.....I think so.....What?....I have a nice redhead.... You want a blonde?...No problem....I'll have her over to you in the morning...Yes, the usual contract....Yes, that's right.....She'll regain mobility in about fifteen months....By then she'll be ready to accept herself....No, I didn't do it...It was an accident....Couldn't be helped.....The Council of Magickal Ethics has cleared me of any wrong doing....Yes, it's not like the other times..... OK, see you in the morning....Bye." The wizard gestured at the young woman in the sundress standing completely still in the store window. Her long, beautiful, auburn hair shortened until it was just touching her shoulders, and lightened to a nice, honey blonde. Her eyes went from a sparkling green, to a deep blue that men could get lost in. Her skin tone changed to match her hair color. She'd be taken over to Jacquies' Fashions over across town. Jacquie's was the place where all of the Society women purchased their clothes. Jacquie always promised an exclusive on all of the outfits she sold. And Rikki? She's a stand-up girl, who'll be helping Jacquie show off her new Fall line. The End.