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Spells R Us: Hair Spray by Vathalos Tom finally came to a conclusion as he sat in his electronics class. He was bored...so bored. He hadn't even wanted to take this class, Introduction to Electronics. He had heard bad things about the teacher before he had even started the class, and it was as bad as he'd expected. "And the reason every circuit has to be sent to ground is so the current in it...." "Blah, blah, blah," he thought, while continuing to doodle in his notebook. He had already taken a semester of physics awhile back and he knew all of this garbage backward and forward. But, when he'd switched to a computer science major, the administration decided that General Physics wasn't good enough, he had to take this class. "According to Kirchhoff's Voltage Law, the voltage drop..." And to make it worse, he couldn't stand this guy. He had one of those voices, Dr. Merrick did. He spoke very quiet, in a monotone, and in a voice that was so easy to ignore. If your mind started to wander even for a second, you missed half the lecture. Tom gazed at the clock and saw only 5 minutes left in the class. Thank God this was his last one of the day. He also didn't have any classes on Friday, tomorrow, so he'd be good for three days after this. "Now over the weekend, I want you folks to read Chapters 15 and 16 and do all the questions in between the sections. Write them out and be prepared to hand them in on Monday. Good-bye." Tom was up and out of the class even before most of the other students in the class had begun to pack up their books. The teacher gave him a curious look, but what did he care? He'd already aced the first test doing a modicum of work, so he figured he was lined up for an easy A. He walked out of the building into the chilly air and began to trek back to his apartment. Fall had begun to settle on the northeast and the air had a bite to it, but it wasn't exactly cold ... yet anyway. Being a native to the area, he knew it was to come soon. He began to look around him. Classes all across campus were letting out and people were walking by. He looked around at all the girls walking by. That was the single thing that made all the bullshit classes here worth it. This college had some of the best looking girls he'd seen anywhere else. Beginning with his class two years ago, the college's distribution had become around 70/30 girls to boys. He loved it. "Not that it helps me much," he thought with a frown. Tom was your typical victim of low self-esteem. In high school he'd been very overweight, and not friends with very many people. After he started college, he'd lost much of the weight that was his bane in school, except for a beer gut he'd developed. He still was very shy around people he didn't know, which amazed a lot of his friends. In his own inner circle, he was a jokester, capable of making just about anyone laugh at the drop of a hat. They didn't understand why he couldn't do that in public. For some reason, around people he didn't know, the words just wouldn't come. He tried, but all his joking came out mis-timed and lame sounding. He feared rejection, heavily, and so didn't really talk all that often. He watched, though. And often felt bad. He had to watch all three of his roommates and their girlfriends every day, and feel bad. Entering his apartment, he wasn't surprised to see James and Derek in the apartment with their respective girlfriends, Marcia and Melanie. "Hey Tom," said James. "How was class?" "Oh fabulous, as usual. I can't tell you how exciting it is to hear about why current has to be grounded. On a positive note, the professor did teach us how to blow up the building, I'm thinking of trying it later. We going it lunch?" "Yeah," James said. "You guys want to?" "There's only one thing I want." Marcia stated. "Oh yeah," said James. "What's that?" "You babe!" "Oh gag me." Tom thought. Derek finally saw fit to speak up. "Naw, I don't think Mel and me are going. I think we're going to hang out here by ourselves for a while." "And do what, I wonder. Jesus H, do these guys ever stop?" He thought. Aloud he said, "You know what, I don't think I'm as hungry as I thought I was. I think I'm going to the mall for a little bit. Or something." "You sure?" James said. "I mean I know the food here isn't the greatest, but...." "No, the food isn't. You all just disgust me." He wanted to say, but he didn't. It wasn't their fault he was lonely. They were convenient to blame. "Yeah, I'm sure. I'll be back to go out tonight." He walked around the mall lost in thought. He didn't look around much, or really go in any stores. He stopped in the bookstore to see if there was anything new out, and stopped in the arcade for a little while. It didn't help. He looked at all the girls walking around the mall. As usual, he thought about walking up to one of them and talking to him, but his brain took over and told him it was a bad idea. He just couldn't bring himself to do it. As he walked along, he came to a store he'd never seen before. That was odd, he'd been in this mall a million times, and had never even seen the trademark "coming soon" signs. Spells 'R Us, that was an odd name for a store. Probably sold mood rings and horoscopes and stuff. In fact, he would have always sworn that part of another store was behind this wall. He decided he might as well go in, new stores were always something to see. He pulled open the door, triggering a bell over his head. Was this the only store in the mall with a door on the front of it? He was pretty sure it was. Entering, it looked like an antique store that he'd been in before. It was dimly lit inside and smelled faintly of must. A rather large dog looked up at him as he came in, then put its head back down, regarding him curiously. Tom started to look around the store at various bottles and books that were lying around. He looked up when the door to the back room opened up and an ancient looking man came into view wearing nothing but a bathrobe. Behind him followed one of the most gorgeous young women Tom had ever seen. She had, at least, DD breasts, a wasp waist, and a perfect ass. She waved goodbye to the old man and walked toward the door. She pulled on it for a good thirty seconds before the old man finally said, "Push, Bambi." She tittered and left the store. "Jeez, even this old dude is getting more than I am." Tom thought. "Yes Tom, that I am." The old man said, looking him straight in the eyes. Tom raised an eyebrow as he looked toward the old man in shock. "Well met, sai wizard." Now it was the old man's turn to raise an eyebrow. He hadn't had a proper greeting in ages, and never by someone in the mall. "Well met. I feel this process in reverse, but how did you know I was a wizard, and how did you know to greet me as such? Usually I'm slapped with the 'How did you know my name' question." "I read a lot," said Tom. "As for knowing you were a wizard, I've never seen you before, and you read my mind and knew my name. It was a lucky guess. I didn't know it was a proper greeting, I just read it before. Do you know Elminster?" "Over-rated blowhard. Almost as bad as that Blackstaff friend of his, though not quite. Anyway, Tom, what exactly can I do for you?" "You're the wizard, you tell me." "Well, I gather that you want something to increase your sex drive. Well, I have just the potion back here if you'll give me a second." Tom laughed. "Not exactly, sai. It's not just sex I'm interested in. The thing I really want is to be able to talk to people I don't know enough to form friendships with them. Sex I could have had by now, I just didn't want it the way I could've had it. And then maybe a relationship. Do you know how frustrating it is to be thought of as everyone's big brother, and have none of them thing of you as anything more." "Ah, I see," the wizard rubbed his chin. "I got it! I have another potion back here. This one will give you so much success with the opposite sex, you won't believe it. Just drink it and, before you know it, the other sex won't be able to stay away from you." The wizard's eyes twinkled. "No, that's not it either." Tom shook his head. "I have no desire to be irresistible. I just want to be comfortable enough around strangers, especially female strangers, to let them see my personality shine through. "Hmmm, I see," the wizard was beginning to think this wouldn't just be his normal bimbo transformation. He was actually beginning to form a bit of respect for this one. He had one more test. "Here is one other simple solution, this earring right here. All you have to do is put it on and I guarantee, you will never feel uncomfortable in the room with another girl again." The wizard smirked. "Even in a locker room." "See that's just it, sai. I don't want a simple solution. I want to understand myself. I don't want to be Mr. Don Juan and lose all the sense of values I have. I just want to be me, and be able to function normally around strangers. The wizard smiled and nodded. "I see." "Besides, my ears aren't pierced." The wizard had decided that this one wasn't getting turned into a brainless bimbo. Perhaps, he could even help this guy. "I do have something for you." He set a hair spray bottle on the table. "Try this." "What is it?" "You're a smart kid, you'll figure it out. The first thing I want you to do when you get home is spray it 25 times on your bed. Exactly 25, no more and no less. Then, figure it out for yourself. Make sure you spray your bed first though." "Hmm, a hair spray bottle, huh. All right, sai, I'll give it a try. How much." "Five dollars ought to cover it. If it doesn't work, I'll take it back. It won't ever empty, by the way. The top doesn't come off, either, so don't try." "All right, sai. Thank you." Tom placed both hands palms out and bowed. "Good bye, Tom." The wizard watched as he left the store, smiling. Maybe he could actually help this one. He could see the gleam in Tom's eyes, as well. The one reason he gave him something like that. Tom liked to play jokes, too. Tom left the mall and drove back to his apartment with his purchase on the seat. It didn't take him long to get home, though he was in the store a lot longer than he'd initially thought. By the time he'd gotten home, it was time to go out. He set the bottle down on his bed and started to turn away. Then he remembered the wizard's words. He took the bottle out of the bag and began spraying his bed down. It almost looked as if the mist vanished before it hit the bed, but he pumped the top of the bottle 25 times before putting it away in his nightstand and getting dressed. His night at the bar passed pretty uneventfully, as most did. He watched his roommates and their girlfriends go at it on the dance floor. He saw a couple of girls he knew from school and contented himself with talking to them. "So what are you doing after the club tonight, Tom?" A girl named Ariel asked him. He knew her from math class. "Probably not too much," he replied. "I'm beat." "You know, my roommate's gone this weekend. If you wanted to come by." Tom smiled. "We'll see." Later that night, Tom was pretty drunk, along with everyone else that went out that night. He brought Ariel back to her room, she could barely stand. Tom laid her down in bed on her stomach. She told him to stay, he refused. One of his "short-comings" according to his roommates. He wouldn't take advantage of drunken girls. After, he staggered back to his room. He got back to his room and wasn't surprised to find it empty. His roommates were, no doubt, in their girlfriend's rooms. He staggered slowly toward his bed, and started to strip when he spied the hair spray bottle on the dresser. He lumbered over to it and picked it up, starting to study it again. He sprayed it once on his hand, nothing seemed to happen. He did it again. This time, he definitely noticed something. His hand looked smaller. It felt tingly, like it was asleep. That was ridiculous, a hand couldn't shrink ... but that old man had claimed to be a wizard. He put his two hands together, as if in prayer. Yes, one hand was definitely smaller. He sprayed a couple more times. His fingers began to thin and lengthen. He began to notice that the nails had gotten longer. He continued, curious beyond all belief now. He sprayed 5 or 6 more times. With each spray, his hand became daintier and daintier. Eventually, his nail began to round off, then to deepen in color. He had a full-fledged, girl's left hand. His mind, in it's inebriated state found this incredibly funny. Shaking his head, he went to bed. Tom woke up the next morning to the cruel sun streaming in his window. God's Flashlight, some comedian had called, and it never felt truer than right now. He rolled over to glance at the clock ... noon. He felt like he really ought to get up. A shower, that's what he needed. He went into the bathroom and showered, trying to clear his head. He looked down at his left hand and remembered the previous night. An interesting dream that had been. Why had he dreamed about having a girl's hand? Who can explain dreams? He got out of the shower and did feel a little better about life. He pulled on a pair of boxers and went into his room again. Combing his hair, he unthinkingly grabbed the wizard's bottle of hairspray. Closing his eyes, he began to spray the bottle's contents all over his hair, pumping the spray 10 or 15 times at least. He began to feel a little light-headed. Opening his eyes, he gasped in surprise. Out of his scalp, from beneath his normally straight, brown hair, there were blonde hairs growing. The front of his head grew blond bangs and the rest began to grow, albeit slowly, down his head. His mouth hung agape as he watched the eyelashes around his eyes thicken and darken. His nose shrank and got pert and his lips were getting fuller in size. They were becoming a deep shade of red, almost as though he'd put make-up on. His face was reshaping itself, becoming thinner and softer. He watched as the goatee, that he'd worn since his junior year of high school, turn white and simply vanish. He watched his cheeks become redder and the skin above his eyes get that soft blue shade associated with eyeshadow. His hair, blonde now, had stopped growing just above his shoulders, and had curled inward at the end. Almost like an afterthought, he watched as the lobes of his ears bulged, and earring, formed in them. Three in each lobe, two in the cartilage of his left ear. Tom stepped back from the mirror in shock and gaped in it stupidly. He looked at the bottle in his hand. The wizard had been right, it was magic. He glanced down at the rest of his body ... nothing else was different. He looked up, his face definitely was. He glanced at the bottle, then at the mirror, and yelled. It was still his voice, but the girl's face in the mirror was yelling in his voice. "Calm down," he told himself. "You're still sleeping, that's all ... massive hangover." But he knew he wasn't. After the initial panic passed, curiosity began to set in. He glanced into the mirror again, and sprayed his hair. Almost immediately the blonde hair uncurled at the end and got longer, stopping this time just below his shoulders. He sprayed it one more time, and it switched from straight to wavy. "Real magic!" he thought ecstatically. He made a decision then, and began to spray the rest of his body. He started with his arms. The muscles that he'd developed over the last two years began to fade away. His arms shrank, along with his hands. As his hands shrank, once again the fingernails began to grow until they became long, rounded, and deep red. He then moved down to his feet and legs. His feet shrank and the nails became rounded, manicured, and deep red as well. The hair on his legs, much like the hair on his face had, became white and just, well, vanished. It didn't recede so much as being there one second, and gone the next. His legs then began to lengthen. He could tell by looking in the mirror that he was growing a bit taller. Then, as he continued to spray it, he started shrinking. Satisfied with his legs, he took a deep breath. He looked at his chest, and sprayed it once. The effect was almost immediate. The hair on his torso turned white and vanished. Sprayed again, his beer gut that he'd become so ashamed of shrank and flattened. His torso constricted until it matched the arms and legs he now had. On the next spray, the nipples on his chest darkened and expanded. The breasts on his upper body began to expand. He watched this in awe. It almost seemed as if someone was inside his chest inflating two balloons. With each successive spray of the hairspray bottle, his breasts expanded more and more. Finally he stopped as he honestly began to feel the weight of the globes of flesh on his chest. Looking again in the mirror, he began spraying his boxer shorts. The effect wasn't exactly what he'd expected. Instead of something happening to him, he watched, astonished, as his boxers shrank into a frilly, but simple, pair of women's boxers. Shaking his head, he pulled them down. He looked in the full-length mirror on the other side of the room. "This must be what them dudes on Springer look like when the see themselves in the mirror. A pretty chick with a cock between her legs." He sprayed his genitals 5 times. The effects began immediately. The hair on his genitals vanished and they almost immediately began to shrink. As all this was happening, his hips had pushed out to be a tad wider. At the same time, his large waist had shrunk a tad. Within a second, his penis was gone, and had been replaced with a set of vaginal lips. He sprayed himself a couple more times, and watched as his waist shrank. It continued until it was nearly a wasp's waist. His ass had swelled and rounded, becoming something of beauty and perfection. He looked into the full-length mirror again. "If that ain't some shit," he thought, and smiled. He pulled the underwear back up. "Shannon," someone yelled from the other room. "Shannon, are you around?" Shannon? Who the hell was Shannon? That sounded like James. Tom looked around for a robe to cover his new body. New body?\ How the hell was he going to explain this? James was going to think some stranger was in the house. A knock came on the bedroom door as Tom pulled an oversized, well, oversized now, sweatshirt over his head. James peeked his head in the door. "Hey Shan, what's up? Didn't you hear me calling for you?" "Uhhhh," Tom couldn't think. Apparently, his roommate knew him like this. If that was true, the magic in that bottle was stronger than he'd even imagined. "I was in the shower." Was that his voice? He sounded sexy. What the hell was he doing living with three guys? His parents must not've liked that at all. If they even knew. How was the college allowing this? "Ooh, sexy baby. All wet waiting for me." "Cute, dickhead," she retorted smartly. "The only thing you make wet on me are my eyes, when I laugh at you." James laughed. "You'll never let me have the last word, will you. Listen, I just wanted to let you know that Shelly was going to be here tonight, so if Marcia calls for me, tell her I'm not here." Well, at least Tom now knew Shannon's personality was much like his. Also, he'd found out that the goings on in the world hadn't changed. James was still cheating on Marcia with Shelly. "You know, you really have to stop that. You're going to end up crushing one of them." "Yeah, I know ... but they don't seem to mind." "You're a dirtball, dude." "Blah, blah, blah," James made a face. "Thanks babe!" "Whatever." James smiled and closed the door. Shannon looked around the room. Apparently, she still roomed with Hal, even though they were of the opposite sex. Maybe they were still best friends from home. They must be, because there was the picture of Janine and him on his desk. Janine was the template of possessive and clingy. Shannon couldn't imagine Janine allowing her to live with Hal. Shannon left the bedroom and moved into the living room of the apartment. She kicked back and watched some TV, waiting for her other roommates to begin to filter in. Actually, the day proceeded just as the normal ones did. Shannon's conversations with her roommates didn't differ much than Tom's did, only they treated her a bit differently, calling her by pet names and such. She also came to find out that she was now pretty good friends with Marcia and Melanie, even though, as Tom, he hadn't talked to them much. Then, they began to ask what she was wearing to Heartbreak's that night. She hadn't been prepared for this. Kicking around the house all day as a girl was one thing. Actually going out and showing off the goods Tom had created, that was something else. "Uhhhh, I don't know if I feel like going tonight." "Oh, come off it, Shannon," Melanie said. "You haven't missed a week there since we started back." "Yeah, Shan," said Derek. "Besides, who am I going to dance with if you don't go?" "Just tie the inflatable doll to your hip and go to town, Derek. People will talk if they see you with flesh instead of plastic." Melanie laughed at Shannon's jab. Derek turned red. That was odd, usually Derek shot back ... and Melanie didn't usually laugh at any of Tom's jokes directed toward their boyfriend. Shannon wasn't sure she liked this. "C'mon, Shan," James said. "It'll suck without you." Shannon sighed. "I'll think about it, OK." "Great," James winked. "We'll be back in an hour to pick you up. We gotta go get Shelly." Before Shannon could even retort, the three of them were out the door, leaving Shannon in the apartment all by herself. Going to Heartbreaks wearing this body? She didn't know if she could do that. Apparently, though, she had to. She walked back into her and Hal's room and glanced in her closet. Tom's jeans, sneakers, and flannel shirts stared her in the face. She then thought about how the underwear had changed when he'd sprayed it. Shannon grabbed a pair of jeans, a white T-shirt, a flannel, and a pair of sneakers out of the closet. Men's fashion was so much simpler. "Well, considering I'm pretty sure it's been the same since the dawn of time. Well ... after they dropped that whole toga thing." Shannon laid the pair of Tom's jeans across the chair and sprayed them once. She smiled as she watched the waist on the jeans constrict and the pocket bow in to face each other. She also watched as they got longer, and flared out at the end. She frowned, and finally decided to have some fun with this. She sprayed the pants again, and they changed color. One more time had the effect she was looking for. The pants darkened until they were black, and the material changed from denim to spandex. She sprayed the underwear she was wearing a couple more times, (mistakenly hitting her waist once and making it even smaller) until they were simply a G-string. She pulled the pants on over her hips. She pulled the sweatshirt she was wearing off and pulled the T-shirt on. She sprayed it a couple of times and watched as it shifted and constricted. Quickly it shrank into a perfect fitting bra. Frowning, she turned to the side and looked at her profile. She sprayed her breasts three more times, and grinned as they expanded out to about a C-cup. She pulled a polo shirt out of her closet and put it on. Spraying it a couple of times until it formed into a blue tank top. Finally, she put on a flannel, and reshaped it into a denim shirt. Finagling with the buttons was a difficult task. Between her fingernails and the buttons being on the wrong side. She buttoned only the two buttons between her breasts, leaving the others open. She looked in the mirror again. Smiling, she brushed her hair out and went into the living room, waiting for the guys. They finally arrived about ten minutes after she finished getting dressed. The guys came in and glanced at her. She put her arms out and spun around. "Well?" "You look great, sis." Hal smiled at her. Shannon grinned. He'd always used to call Tom his brother, so she guess sis fit. Janine frowned ever so slightly, but nodded in agreement. The cab was called and they were on the way. After working to get the bills out the little wallet she'd made Tom's into, she asked James to hold it for the night. He agreed readily, as if it'd been asked in the past, and they went in. It was different for Tom, to say the least. Shannon was a much better dancer than he'd ever hoped to be. The number of guys that came up to hit on her during the night was amazing. The man inside Shannon watched how they did it. Some of them, no better looking than he was, did it with a sparkle of uncertainty in their eye. But they still did it. When she rejected them, they didn't fold or fall apart, they simply moved on. Shannon did come to realize one thing. She couldn't drink nearly enough as Tom could. She was overly drunk on the dance floor before she knew what had hit her. She did eventually begin to dance with some guy, even though Tom thought it was a bad idea. She had gotten bored quickly with this guy, and turned to look for her friends. The guy grabbed her by arm and dug his fingers in tight. She tried to pull away, but found not to be in command of the strength she was used to. "Let go of me," she tried to yell over the music. "I think you want to come home with me, you just don't know it yet." "No, I really don't. I want you to get your gritty hands off of me before I catch something." "Listen, bitch...." That was as much as he got out. Suddenly, Hal was behind the guy and grabbed his wrist in a vice-grip. He wrenched the guy's wrist until he let go, swung him around and leveled him with one strong punch. The bouncers began to rush over to stop the fight, but it was already over. They grabbed Hal. "No, no, NO," Shannon screamed at the guys. "He saved me, throw the unconscious dirtbag out. He wanted to rape me." The bouncers didn't take much convincing. They let go of Hal and took the dirtbag by the arms and ushered him out in a most embarrassing manor. "You're shaking," Hal said. "I'm scared." "C'mon, I'm going to take you home." "But Janine." "Screw Janine. Bro's before Ho's, right?" "I'm not a Bro." "You're close enough." They got back home uneventfully. Hal stripped and lay down in bed with his boxer shorts on. Shannon got out the T-shirt and boxers that Tom always wore to bed and put them on. She started to crawl into her bed, then stopped. "Hal?" "Hmmm?" "I'm still jittery. Can I lay down with you tonight?" Hal looked up. "If you want to." "I do." She crawled under the covers with him and curled up against him. She finally, since the fiasco with the drunken guy started, felt safe again. She fell asleep almost immediately, pressed closely against Hal's warm body. Confused, but happy to be of so easy a help, Hal closed his eyes. Sometimes, girls just needed simple comforting, he guessed ... and fell asleep. Shannon awoke with a start, in bed with someone. Last night had been rough, she remembered, from the dull pounding in her head. Wait, she wasn't a she. She remembered lying down in bed with Hal at some point last night, but he was gone ... to work probably. All of them were probably at work by now. She was the only one with weekends off. She rolled out of Hal's bed heading straight for the bathroom. Looking in the mirror she was disappointed to see that the changes hadn't worn off in the night. She'd figured they'd go away in her sleep. They hadn't. She went back to her bedroom and quickly stripped off the clothes from last night and tossed them on her bed. She trudged to the bathroom to take a shower. She was realizing that she was slowly adapting to this body. Hell, it had only taken her one try to go to the bathroom this morning. She got out of the shower and toweled off, looking at herself in the mirror. She looked like hell warmed over. By the feeling in her head, and the face staring back at her in the mirror, she knew she had one hell of a hangover. She walked out to the kitchen and thought about fixing herself something to eat, then thought better of it. She had a feeling anything she ate would end up feeding some rats in the sewer system after she had to flush it later. Instead, after being up for a grand total of one hour, she decided it was time to go back to bed. She was surprised, when she got back to her room, the clothes that she'd left there were gone. In their place were the clothes Tom had selected from his closet last night. Shannon saw her electronics textbook lying on the nightstand where Tom had been studying for a little while yesterday. "Ground!" The thought came to him with unbidden excitement. That's why the wizard had warned him to spray the bed first. Magical energy followed the same rules as regular energy. It couldn't be created or destroyed, only changed. To end a spell, you had send the energy back to another place. Like grounding a circuit, the bed was now the ground for the spells. The knowledge was grand, but her head still hurt, and she was tired. She laid in the bed, having a feeling that when she woke up, all would be back to normal. Sometime later she woke up when the front door bang shut and a sarcastic "Honey, I'm home," floated in from the other room. The curse had gone out of the hangover, but she still felt like hell. She glanced at the clock and discovered she'd been asleep for another two hours or so. Feeling like a degenerate, she rolled out of bed and headed back to the bathroom, hoping that she would see a change in the mirror. She wasn't back to being Tom, but she wasn't the Shannon that had gone to bed a couple hours ago. She was not the same as she was before. Her chest had gotten smaller, down to about a B-size or so. Her waist had widened and her hips shrank making her form a tad more suited to athletics than anything else. Her hair was not honey blonde anymore, instead being a sort of reddish-blonde shade, and was cut short near his shoulders. It was wavy, but she had seen that sort of wave before, right after having seen a girl take out a braid. Her nails were no longer manicured, but cut short and sensible. She was still a girl, but not nearly as drop dead gorgeous of one as she was last night. She started to dress, and found that her clothes were a bit more conservative now. They weren't nearly as flashy as the ones she'd worn last night. Looking in the hamper, she saw a typical women's basketball outfit. She was a jock. "Well now, this is something I could be a little more comfo! rtable with," she thought as she put the clothes back in the hamper. "The energy must drain out slowly ... this is actually pretty nifty." She dressed and went out in the living room to see that James was home. Shelly was with him. Some choice comments jumped into her mind when she saw him, but she let them go. "Hey Shan, did you get dinner all ready for me?" "Huh?" she replied. "Dinner," James said. "You know, last meal of the day. You gotta get into practiced for when you're married and stuff." "Uh-huh. So do you. I hear they're having training sessions for the mascot." "What?" James turn to be confused. "The school mascot, you know, the boar? They're training people on how to be pigs. I don't think you quite got it down yet." James smirked as Shelly burst into laughter. He shot her a dirty look and trudged into his room, trying to come up with a reply. "God, Shannon, I love that," Shelly said. "You really know how to put him in his place." "Yeah, I try." "So what're you wearing tonight?" "Where?" "Out to my birthday, come on, you didn't forget did you? It's my big 2-1, and they're taking me out to the clubs tonight." "I don't know, I still feel kind of burned from last night." "Oh, Shan, you have to. I'll feel terrible if you miss my birthday." Shannon smiled. "OK, I'll be there, I just have to dip into my closet." "Those boring things. C'mon, you can try on some of my stuff instead of all those stuffy things you have. Live a little." "I am not making myself a spectacle for everyone to look at again tonight." "I've never seen you make yourself look like a spectacle." "I'll handle it ... what time we leaving." "Around 8." "All right," Shannon smiled. "I'll be ready by then." She frowned at the hair spray bottle in her hand and the clothes she'd laid out for tonight. She was not going all out again. Conservative was the way to be. Spraying the clothes only a few times was more than enough to turn them into what she was looking for. Her jeans turned into a simple pair of bell-bottoms, her sneakers into sandals, and T-shirt into a high-necked, spandex number that fit her tight, but wasn't fuck-me small either. This was easier on her than the other stuff. Her friends showed up not long after that to take her away club hopping, much the same as last night. The night proceeded, for her anyway, much different than the night before. She didn't have less guys hitting on her, but more. She assumed, since she wasn't as drop-dead gorgeous as she was the night before, the number of advances she'd have to fend off to decrease. This taught her another thing. Some guys were intimidated by beauty, it wasn't just him. They guys felt more confidant hitting on the less attractive girl he'd become, because they felt they had a better chance. This was great! Tom finally understood the things that had been bothering him forever. Mentally, she thanked the old wizard from the mall, and proceeded to enjoy the rest of her evening. The next morning Tom awoke with another hangover, but not one nearly as bad as the night before. He picked the girly clothes he'd worn last night up off the floor and tossed them onto his bed before heading to the bathroom. He looked in the mirror over the sink to see that he had completely returned to normal. Everything about him was the same as before. It was somewhat of a relief, and somewhat of a disappointment. He opened the vanity to find the hair spray bottle was still there and smiled inwardly. He could definitely have some fun with it. He next went into the kitchen to get something to eat. Fruit Loops were sounding good right about now. He walked through the living room, stopping for a second to take a gander at James and Shelly lying together on the fold-out. He wondered what Marcia would think if she saw them like this. He wondered how James would feel if he found that he was being cheated on. "You know," Tom thought. "It'd be great if he could see how a girl feels somehow. Maybe then he wouldn't be such a..." The thought trailed off as Tom realized he could make James see the would through a girl's eyes, and he nearly ran to the bathroom. He grabbed the hair spray bottle and sprayed it once on his hand. The changes were barely perceptible from the single spray, but definitely still there. He went back to the living room and smiled as he looked at James. This was going to be great ... well, for Tom anyway. "James has always liked straight, blonde hair, nice and long." Tom whispered to himself. He proceeded to spray James's hair. Luckily, this stuff landed totally dry, so James wouldn't have felt a thing. James black hair started to lighten, and lengthen a bit. Tom continued to spray, probably hitting his hair and face about 40 times in all. He watched all this amazed as James's hair grew fuller and longer. He watched as the bone structure of his face changed as well. His cheekbones shifted upward, making his face rounder. His lips became fuller and redder, his nose shrank, and his chin became less defined. James was a rough sleeper, so Tom didn't even have to pull the covers off of him for the rest. He also didn't have to remove any of James's clothes either. He and Shelly had apparently taken care of that for him. He proceeded to spray James's torso and arms. "He's a tit guy all the way," so Tom obliged. He sprayed James's torso, watching his chest hair vanish as his nipples expanded and darkened. Then, his male breasts began to expand. It was like watching a pair of balloons get blown up. He stopped when the breasts had grown a bit larger than his were the other night. James must've been about a 44 DD by the time Tom got done with him. At the same time his breasts were expanding, his hips were contracting. It was kind of amazing, actually, to watch the man's pelvis and stomach shrink. James's upper body was just about all breast right now, which was just as Tom wanted it. He planned on James having very nice, long legs. Tom started on James's junk next. He sprayed at it fiercely, watching first as his testicles disappeared, then his penis begin to shrink. It then retracted up into his stomach, and he noted the first appearance of discomfort on James's face as his insides rearranged themselves. A small slit opened where James's penis had just disappeared, bubbling up into a fully formed vagina. At the same time, James's ass was getting bigger, expanding to fit this new form. His legs and arms were last. He sprayed his arms until the hair vanished and his muscles disappeared. He watched, still fascinated as James's hands shrank and his nails begin to lengthen, then darken as though someone painted them. He moved onto his legs last, watching the hair on them, and James had a lot of it, turn white and disappear. He continued on up and down the legs until James had a set of legs that only ZZ Top could describe. Finally, he went to James's closet and sprayed all the clothes in there. A l! ow ruffling noise was made as the clothes all shifted form to accommodate their new owner. Satisfied with his work, Tom went into the living room to wake the two of them up. "Hey guys," he said, kicking the bed. "Lunch is almost over, are you going?" "Mmmmm," James mumbled. "Leave me alone dude, it's......." James eyes suddenly flew open. "My voice," the newly formed vision of beauty cleared her throat. "What happened to my voice?" Shelly rolled over. "Nothing Jamie, you probably yelled it out last night." "Jamie? Who's Jamie, what's going on here?" Tom looked at her. Thank God Shelly had said her name. "Jamie, all you all right? You look terrified. The newly created woman began to examine her body, seeing things that shouldn't have been there. "I'm a guy, this is impossible ... what's going on?" She got out of bed. If she realized she was naked, she made no indication of it. She nearly tipped herself over. She wasn't ready for the new weight on the front of her chest. She ran to the bathroom, where a soft scream was heard a few seconds later. She went to her bedroom next, and found all the clothes that she had bought were now girl's clothes. She went back to the living room. "What's happened to my life?" Shelly scowled. "Jamie, are you really all right? What's your problem?" "I'm not a girl, I'm a guy. I was born a guy and I've always been a guy. Now, I'm my own vision of beauty." Tom and Shelly exchanged looks. Tom was dying on the inside, but couldn't make any outward admittance to it. "Jamie," Tom said. "How much did you have to drink last night." "Stop calling me that!" Shelly spoke up. "James, maybe you should come back to bed, I bet I can make you feel better." Tom realized that changing James had turned he and Shelly into lesbian lovers ... he wondered where Marcia fit in to all this. Tom watched James walk back to bed, holding a hand on each breast to keep them from bouncing too much. Tom took the hair spray bottle out of his pocket and walked into the kitchen. Stripping naked, he looked at the bottle, then to the door to the living room. He sprayed himself over and over again. Not being able to see the changes, he could only feel them. His face restructuring, a tickling on the back of his neck as his hair grew. He saw the boobs on his chest expand to a size just smaller than Jamie's. His waist shrank as his hips began to expand. His penis retracted, shifting form into a vagina, and his body hair all but disappeared, save for a bit of his pubic hair that reformed into a small triangle. He smiled and stepped back into the living room. "You girls weren't going to start without me, were you?" Shelly looked up. "You, Shannon? Since when?" "Since I decided to try something new." Jamie still looked lost and confused, trying to sort out what was going on. "Well," Shelly said. "I've never had a threesome before." "And I've never had one with two other girls." "I'm not a girl." Shannon climbed onto the fold-out with them. The wizard was enjoying this spectacle, he had been right about Tom. The boy was a practical joker and he had done about what he'd expected. He'd have to keep his eye on that boy in the future. After all, a wizard could only play practical jokes with no one to appreciate them for so long. Maybe, someday, he'd take on an apprentice. -fin-