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Now that summer is here and I have less schoolwork to do, I'm hoping I can write a few more stories. This all depends on if the god of ideas decides to give me some ideas while I sit home alone. Here's the first of, what I hope to be, many from Vathalos this summer. Including that sequel to Hair Spray I've been tossing around. SRU: Pass the Buck by Vathalos The wizard glowered at the woman staring at him from the other side of the store. "I'm sorry Shanna," he said, running a hand through his beard. He was annoyed, as he usually was, with this person. One more situation in which the customer did not read the instructions well enough. "But, sir," the girl whined. The sound grated on the wizard. "I didn't know this would be the result." She gestured at her body. It was a great body, some of the wizard's best work, actually. She had long, honey blonde hair and the high cheekbones most women would kill for. Her face was perfectly made up, as it always was. The girl's face was always made up. It may as well have been a tattoo. It didn't come off in the shower or anything. Her breasts swelled perkily beneath the tight blouse she was wearing. Her ass was a beautiful heart shape. She was only about 2 inches taller than the wizard, which made her proportions seem all the bigger. There was a tear in her eye that didn't cause the make-up on her carefully colored eyelashes to run. The wizard rolled his eyes and looked at the dog in the corner. It was sitting on its haunches. It shrugged its forelegs, whimpered, and barked once. The wizard nodded. "Yes, I know," he said in the dogs direction. The bell rang and a young man walked in. He was youngish, with black hair and a goatee. He was tan, looking as though he'd spent a good amount of hard work getting a tan. The kid's name was Randy and he was looking for a present for his girlfriend. Turning back to Shanna he said, "Listen, when you cast the spell you screwed up. The essence you wanted was captured in the wolfsbane. The potion, the flower, and _ONE_ petal from the flower into a glass of water. The changing abilities of the wolfsbane would have given you control over the changes. Instead, you ate the whole flower. It changed you, maybe permanently. Too much wolfsbane leads to curses. Just enough makes changes controllable." "But how was I supposed to know that?" Shanna demanded. She had been a 45-year-old businessman not a week ago. He'd come to Spells R Us to change into someone beside himself. He wanted to spy on his wife. The wizard had told him a woman would be his best bet. But the wizard had said it wouldn't be permanent. All he had now was the ATM card to a rather hefty bank account, and no access to any of his other funds. Oh yeah, and he had one hell of a rack on him, too. "If you had read the instructions, Shanna, we wouldn't be having this conversation." he frowned. The boy was thinking about lifting something from the shop, but he was nervous because of the dog. The boy had no idea. "If the wolfsbane put a curse on you, and I take it off, I get cursed." The old man shrugged. "Sorry, there's nothing I can do. Had you listened to me, the magic would have faded off in 24 hours." The girl's face fell. She was crying much harder now. The wizard could kind of understand how she felt, but directions were directions. If she didn't listen, it was her own fault. "Is there anything I can do?" "I'm afraid there isn't," the wizard said. "The flower was used by witches to curse people to change into werewolves. I used the same type of magic, but changed the outcome. If you twist the magical weave a tad, you can alter the affect of spells." "So then you can alter what the flower did to me?" The girl's bright blue eyes sparkled for a second. The dim lights of the shop sparkled in her eyes. The wizard shook his head. "See, once a spell is in place, it is extremely difficult to break. A spell works its way into the very essence of the recipient's being. If you try to unravel the spell, chances are you're going to unravel the person's soul. I don't do it anymore, because I've failed too many times. If it's cursed you, it's even more difficult, if not impossible to remove." Shanna looked hopeless and distractedly glanced at the boy searching the shop. He seemed to be listening to their conversation a little worriedly. She didn't wonder why. She also couldn't help but notice him checking out her new body. She didn't wonder why. If she was anything, she was incredibly hot. If there was one nice thing about the spell, it had taken more than 20 years off her age. "Wait, if it's the same as a werewolf's curse, does that mean I'll change in a full moon?" she paused, "Into what?" The wizard shook his head again. "You may, you may not. Chances are, if you were to change at a full moon, it would be back into yourself, but it wouldn't be permanently." The bell rang as the boy exited the store. "In fact, a trigger could be just about anything. It doesn't have to be a full moon. You could change every time you get turned on, every time you see a mirror, when the sun rises," he hesitated, "even the smell of make- up could do it. Whatever the trigger happened to be on the particular flower that you consumed. Make no mistake, you are cursed ... but you may never come across the trigger that changes you." He rubbed his beard again. The boy had walked out with something. It wasn't even magical, just a trinket, but that wasn't the point. "There may be one chance." The girl's eyes brightened once more. A look of almost pitiful hope painted itself on her face. "What is it? I'll try anything." "Did you see the boy who just left the store?" "Yes," she said. She wasn't quite sure how this would help her. "All right," the wizard started. "He lives right down the street from this mall. He just stole something from me. Now, if it is a wolfsbane curse, there's a chance you could pass it on. There's a fifty-fifty shot that, if you pass the curse on, it will leave you and go to the person you pass it to." Shanna cocked her head. "So, I pass my curse? Because he stole from you?" "Exactly." She paused, considering this for a moment. "How do I do it?" The wizard smiled, "here's what you do..." * * * Kevin walked through the mall with a quickened pace. He'd never stolen anything before. His two-year anniversary with Jennifer, his girlfriend, and he'd completely forgotten about it until just recently. It was Wednesday, and he'd get paid tomorrow, but it'd be too late by then. The anniversary dinner was tonight, which he was going to have to cook because he wouldn't be able to afford a restaurant. Luckily, his parents were out of town this week, so he'd have free run of the kitchen. He was taking cooking classes in college, so he could put together a reasonably good meal. He looked at the ring he'd grabbed from the strange little store. Spells R Us. It was new; he'd never seen it in this mall before. In fact, there hadn't even been one of those cutesy signs saying "coming soon." He had been thinking about grabbing something all day, but it was the first store he went in without those sensor things. The old guy had seemed really into the odd conversation with the hot chick and hadn't really seemed to be paying attention to him. He'd walked out of the shop, and the old man hadn't said anything. The dog hadn't even moved. The dog was huge. He was afraid the old man would notice he stole the ring and send the dog after him. He really wanted to get out of the mall before it happened. He practically ran through Sears, earning himself some odd looks from employees, until he got to the door and to his car. He floored the gas of his Mustang convertible and peeled out of the parking lot. Five minutes later he pulled in his driveway and ran into his house. He finally pulled the ring out of the pocket of his shorts. It was pretty, even under the harsh lights in his house. He was afraid the atmosphere of the shop made the ring look good. It was gold; at least it looked gold, with a sapphire set. It was a perfect grab. Jennifer liked gold and her favorite color was blue. She would like it, he knew she would. Nodding to himself, convinced he was set, he went to the kitchen to start dinner. * * * Shanna drove her Lexus down Acenden Avenue. It was the street the mall was on and also the street this Kevin kid lived on. The wizard had given her one opportunity to return to her old male self. She had to pass the curse on to this kid. She wasn't sure if his stealing a single trinket ring was worth this in punishment, but it wasn't really her concern. The wizard had the right to choose how to punish his thieves. Besides, it wasn't like she was going to kill the kid. She pulled in to the kid's driveway. She'd spent a good portion of the afternoon driving around contemplating whether this was really worth it or not. She was dooming this kid to the very life she was trying to get out of. He wouldn't know how to pass the curse on, and there was only a 50% shot it was going to work anyway. The kid's life would be ruined regardless. Around six o'clock, she'd decided to go through with it. She pulled the car up the kid's driveway, seeing there was only one other car there. She sat in the car for another fifteen minutes, debating on morals. She sighed and pushed open the car door, walking toward the kid's house. She didn't know if he was even home. If he wasn't, she was almost positive she wouldn't be able to talk herself into it again. As she got closer, she could hear loud music coming from inside the house. Jay- Z ... she frowned. Maybe this wouldn't be so hard after all. No one answered her first knock. She knew the kid must be home, but the music was so loud she didn't think the kid could hear her knocking. Taking a deep breath and throwing her shoulders back, she pushed open the door. Walking in the house, she felt like an intruder ... obviously. She didn't know what exactly she was going to do once she found him, but she didn't think it would be too hard to convince a guy to have sex with this body. In fact, they might have to be gay not too. He'd had a lot of sex in his day, even after he got married. All the women he'd picked up didn't even compare to the body he was residing in now. This kid would have to be dead not to stand up and take notice. The inside of the house smelled great, so the kid's location was no mystery. She walked around the corner into the kitchen and saw him with his back turned. He was over the stove frying something and singing along with the current rap song. Shanna had no idea what the guy was saying, but she knew it annoyed her. She walked over to the radio and shut it off. The kid turned around, spatula still in his hand, and scowled at her. "Who the hell are you?" he asked. He looked angry, but not as angry as she assumed he would have looked if she didn't look the way she did. She'd went home and gotten an extra short halter-top and a pair of shorts that almost covered her ass. Her feet were in sandals that exposed her perpetually painted toenails. The body was perfect for the height. The kid would sleep with her before the end of the hour. She could already tell it would take only a modicum of prodding. "I saw you in the dingy little store today," she said in the best come-fuck- me voice she could muster. One of those voices that was so high and innocent sounding any guy would think himself immediately superior. One of those voices that made a guy think "blowjob." Shanna didn't think she'd do that tonight, unless the kid demanded it. She doubted it, though. She thought he'd go straight for the gusto. She turned her face toward the floor, wanting to look sufficiently embarrassed. "I followed you home ... I ... I thought you were really hot." The kid chewed on the information for a second. "Oh yeah," he finally said, pointing at her with the spatula. "You were the crazy chick in that store. You were the one talking about curses and wolfsbane and what- not." She swallowed. "Uh, yeah, that was me." She paused, looking for a reaction on the boy's face. "Yeah, I'm a writer. I was researching for a short story I want to write. I figure a guy who worked in a store called Spells R Us would know a little about magic." "Really, you write," the boy smiled. "I'm like an artist, too. I create culinary masterpieces." She looked interested. "You know, I came here because I was watching you. I really wanted to ... ah," she glided across the floors, heels clicking against the tile floor of the kitchen. She lithely moved her hand up the boy's chest. "get to know you a little better." She moved her hand slowly down his chest. He moved away from her like he'd been burned. He would have gone further but he'd backed into the counter. "I ... I have a girlfriend, miss ... uh, miss." "You can call me Shanna," she said. "You can call me whatever you want." On the inside, the male half of Shanna was completely revolted by all this. She really hoped the wizard would keep his half of this and make her forget everything. She put his hand directly on the outside of his pants. She started rubbing her hand up and down the front of his khakis. She could feel the hard growth down there and knew she was winning. "Uhhh, Shanna," his eyes closed. She knew he was weighing his options. "I have a girlfriend. Tonight's our anniversary. I can't." Inwardly, she groaned. She turned to face his front and pulled him toward her with the loops on his pants. She leaned up and kissed him. Slowly, she undid his pants and let them fall. His penis, quite large, actually, exploded through the hole in his boxer shorts. "She'll never know, Kevin. It'll be our little secret." She kneeled down, shutting her eyes tightly. She couldn't believe she was about to do this. Well, if it worked, she wouldn't remember it. If it didn't, she'd better get used to it. She kissed the head and gave it a lick. Then, taking it in her mouth, she started to work her head up and down slowly. She tried to remember some of the old pornos she used to watch when Lorraine was in a bitchy mood. She tried to remember how they used to do it. He didn't quite have the length where she could rub it while sucking it, so she just settled on the back and forth motion of her head. He didn't seem to be having any problems. In fact, he sounded like the cowardly lion on the Wizard of Oz. She must be doing something right. She didn't know how long she kept going, but eventually she stopped. She stood up and whispered to him. "Upstairs, I need you in me now." He didn't say anything; he just nodded and took her hand. They walked upstairs. * * * Kevin had no idea where all this came from. Shit like this never happened to him. All he wanted to do was cook a good dinner for himself and Jennifer, and this crazy nympho came in and started sucking his dick. The bitch was good, like a porn star, and now she wanted sex. As long as Jenn didn't get here early, he'd have a little warm-up session with one of the hottest chicks he'd ever seen. His hesitation was only conscience, and he even got a blowjob out of it. Walking upstairs with her, he felt happier than a pig in shit. He led her into his parent's bedroom. He'd wash the sheets before they got home. Besides, he'd have to bring Jennifer into his room later. She laid down on the king size waterbed and giggled as the waves danced her around. She was working her pants off with her finely manicured nails. He pulled off his boxers. His pants were still sitting down in the kitchen. "Hope you got room for me, babe." She put a finger in her mouth and bit down on her nail, smiling. "Gee, I hope so." He grinned and climbed on top of her. He began pumping inside her. He was only working on her for about 2 minutes before she inhaled sharply and screamed in pleasure. It was like the bitch had never felt anything this good. She grabbed his shirtless back in the midst of her orgasm and pulled him close. She clenched her fists and he felt her nails dig into his back. He'd have to wear a shirt with Jennifer tonight. Small price to pay. Her eyes were closed and her face was red. She seemed lost in the throes of ecstasy. He felt pretty good about himself. She barely seemed done with the first before she hit a second. Two down, he thought, and decided that was good enough. He sped up, going in and out of her like a piston. It didn't take him long afterward to finish up. He rolled over next to her and lay down like a man who'd just finished a thirty-mile swim. The orgasm was one of the best he'd ever had. The girl was laying on her back staring at the ceiling with a glaze over her eyes. He bet she felt like a shotgun had just gone off inside her. She was pulling her skirt back down over her panty-less privates. "Thank you so much, Kevin," she said. She was looking at the backs of her hands. Did her voice seem deeper? Eh, probably not. "Anytime, baby. Just stop by next time you need it," he said. He was looking at the ceiling. He felt the bed jump around as she rolled out. He turned her head. Her hair wasn't honey blonde as he'd originally thought. It was darker. Her skirt looked longer, too. She didn't say another word, but left the room. A minute later, he heard the car in the driveway start. It was time to finish up dinner. He walked downstairs and thought the only thing that would have made the sex any better would have been a cigarette. * * * Jennifer showed up right on time, as always, and his dinner was really good if he did say so himself. The walked up to his bedroom before too long. Dinner was merely a stepping stone. She sat down on his bed. "Dinner was great, Kevin," she said. She bounced on the bed. The springs squeaked, warming themselves up for later. "Thank you so much. I really thought you'd forget." "Of course not, baby," he said. He reached into the pocket of his shirt and pulled out a small box. He'd managed to scrounge a jewelry box from his mother's room. He put the ring inside and wrapped it. He handed the ring to her now. Her eyes lit up as soon as she realized it was a jewelry box and almost popped out of her head when she saw the ring. She squealed, a sound Kevin loved to hear, and jumped off the bed to hug him. He hugged back and leaned in to kiss her. Within seconds they were on his bed again. A half-hour later, he found himself staring at the ceiling again, relaxed and thinking. The sex was good, but it wasn't nearly this afternoon. That girl was something. He reached over Jennifer, who was lying next to him with her eyes closed, and grabbed her cigarettes. He lit one up, lied in bed and smoked. He loved the cigarette after. It was the icing on the cake, the dessert after the main course, and any other metaphor he could think of. He smoked and wondered about the girl this afternoon. What had made her choose him? He had no idea, but he decided to get his head out of the gift horse's mouth. He put the cigarette out and found he had a harder nicotine rush than usual. He felt terribly light-headed. Something wasn't right. He was having hot flashes. He stood, legs shaking beneath him, and walked to the bathroom. He stared at his reflection. Something seemed weird about his reflection, but it was something he couldn't quite place. There were two or three blonde hairs hanging from his black flattop. Must be Jennifer's, he thought. He pulled them off his hair and was surprised when he felt a sharp tug and pain in his skull. It was like he'd pulled out one of his own hairs. He plucked all the ones he saw, confused, and threw them in the garbage. He started to leave the bathroom, eyebrows drawn down in confusion, then stopped. He finally realized what was wrong with his reflection. His goatee was gone. He turned back to the mirror and found more of the odd, blonde hairs growing from underneath his flattop. How could his goatee be gone? He hadn't shaved it. He didn't place its being missing, at first, because his mind must have passed it off as impossible. He ran his hand over his chin and cheeks and had another surprise. His face wasn't the rough, hard face of a guy who's been shaving since he was fourteen. It was a baby- face, soft and smooth with a little bit of baby-fat around the cheekbones. His mouth was hanging open and he snapped it shut. The blonde hairs were growing with alarming frequency from the top of his head. He started pulling them out again, but they were growing in faster than he could pull them out. He could still see is black hair in there, but it was becoming secondary to the blonde. He stared in the mirror. He reached up to touch the blonde hair, to verify his reality, when he caught glimpse of his fingernails in the mirror. They were growing right before his eyes. They didn't get very long, probably only a quarter inch off of fingertip. The tips of his nails changed to a bright blue, while the bottoms of them were becoming shiny. As he watched this, he had been ignoring the progression of his hair. His black hair was gone, and his dumbfounded, beardless face looked from beneath a mound of long, blonde hair. He grabbed a handful of the hair and pulled, disbelieving. Reality was verified with a painful tug on his scalp. He looked in the mirror. Things were changing before his eyes. His eyelashes had grown longer, and darkened. His eyelids were dimming with a shade of light blue, hiding the skin tone beneath. His cheeks were reddening, as were his lips. They had swelled, becoming full and pouty. They had darkened to a lusty red, outlined with an even darker shade of red. The flesh tone on his face deepened, looking as though there were a layer of foundation on his face. His face had become a little fatter up near his cheekbones, while thinning out toward his chin. The bone structure of his skull was changing.... it didn't hurt, exactly, but it felt incredibly strange. The face on his body wasn't his anymore. It was the face of the chick he'd fucked earlier this afternoon. On his body. It wasn't exactly her, but it was close enough to make him wonder. His body was tingling; the hot flashes were becoming almost unbearable. His stomach was churning. He cringed over the sink, emptying dinner into the sink. He couldn't keep it down. He turned the water on, rinsing it down the sink and splashing water on his nearly naked body. He only had thrown his boxers on. There was a knock on the bathroom door and he heard Jennifer's voice asking if he was all right. He couldn't answer. When he looked back in the mirror, most of the weight on his upper body was gone. The beer gut he'd been working on since he started college had all but disappeared. He doubled over and screamed in pain when his midsection started crunching. It hurt worse than anything he'd ever felt in his life. His bones snapping and shifting into a foreign shape. His boxers slid off his body, leaving him completely naked in front of the bathroom mirror. The door burst open and dimly he heard Jennifer screaming. He didn't wonder why. He would be screaming too, if he had the power. He could feel his torso compacting. It was scrunching down. Most of his height was in his legs, now. He looked at Jennifer from the corner of his eye, who was standing transfixed in the doorway. Her eyes looked like they were getting ready to pop from her head and her hands were both over her mouth. His waist crunched down even more, leaving him breathless. There was a sudden tugging at his chest and groin. He glanced down, to see his now pathetic, shriveled cock shrinking. It looked like it should belong to a five year old, not a mature adult. It was going away, to wherever all the hair on his legs went. He just noticed they were now completely smooth. He dimly noticed that his toenails were colored in a similar style as his fingernails. He looked at his chest, unable to look anymore at his cock. It was nearly gone. His nipples had darkened, and were conical. His chest was growing. The area around his nipples inflating like a helium balloon. They kept widening. He grabbed them in his hands and tried to push them back. He gasped as his hand passed over the nipples. He held them in his hands until they were more than a handful, and then he let go of them. They dangled from his chest and felt strange. The weight there, how did girls live with them? He reached for his cock, and encountered nothing but a small patch of pubic hair. The hot flashes faded and he stood over the sink, taking deep breaths. Jennifer's trance had suddenly broke and she was screaming at the top of her lungs. It was piercing through Kevin's already pounding head. "Stop," he whispered. "Stop, Jenn." She didn't stop. He finally mustered all his energy to scream "STOP IT, JENN!" He cringed at the sound of his voice. She finally stopped. "Kevin?" she asked. "Kevin, what happened to you?" She stepped forward cautiously, as though she thought he might explode. "I don't know," he responded. His voice sounded like that girl's did. It was sultry, and it would have turned him on if he was in any shape to be turned on. He brought himself to look in the mirror again an almost fell over in shock. He WAS the girl from this afternoon. His hair was a little longer, and his tits (his mind screamed at that) were a little smaller. But, in effect, he was now her. He was Shanna. Although he couldn't tell Jennifer that. "Yeah, Jen," he thought. "I fucked this girl behind your back earlier this afternoon, and now I'm her." That'd go over real smooth. "You," she started. "You're beautiful." She walked over and picked his boxers up off the floor. They weren't boxers anymore, he noted, but a purple thong. "Thanks," he said. He was trying to figure out what happened when the conversation from the dirty little shop dawned on him. The talk about passing on a curse. He gasped. "Oh God," "What is it?" Jennifer asked. "Cursed, I'm cursed. Oh shit, that girl this afternoon. She cursed me. I have to get to the mall." "The mall?" Jennifer asked, shaking her head. "Kevin, what are you talking about? What girl?" "The girl I," he started, and stopped. He had almost told her. "met this afternoon. The store where I bought your ring. Oh God, the old guy knew. He sent her. Holy shit!" He ran out of the bathroom to his bedroom. He grabbed his wallet and license. He was Kelly now. A girl. It dawned on HER that he was a SHE now. And SHE passed out. * * * She came to a few minutes later. Jennifer had moved her to the bed and put a cold washcloth on her forehead. She reached her hands to her breasts. "Still there," she muttered. She rolled out of bed, still completely naked and stood. The mall, she had to get to the mall. Find the old guy's shop. She didn't know where Jennifer went, but she had to get dressed. She opened her closet, and was only mildly surprised to find a closet full of tight, revealing clothes. Her shoes had all changed to pumps and high heeled shoes. Sighing, she grabbed a pair of flair-legged jeans and the least tight tank top she could find. A pair of low-heeled pumps later and she was walking downstairs. Jennifer was in the living room, watching TV. "Hey sexy," she said, staring at Kevin's new body. "Where'd you get the clothes?" "They were in my closet," she said. "Whatever changed me must have changed them, too. Listen, I have to go to the mall." "The mall," Jennifer said. She raised an eyebrow and smirked. "You didn't waste any time accepting your girl-hood. Where do you want to go first? The Gap? County Seat?" Kelly smirked. "Very funny. I have to go to the old shop I was in earlier today. I think this all started there." "Aw," Jen said, pouting. Kelly didn't think Jenn's pout would be nearly as effective as her own. "I thought we'd go shopping together." "You know," Kelly said. "You're accepting this whole boyfriend changing gender thing awfully easy. Haven't you noticed this shouldn't be possible yet?" "Oh, I know," she frowned. "I got this visit a little while ago. While you were upstairs. You stole my anniversary gift from a kindly old man and fucked the little whore he sent after you as punishment. That's why you're the way you are. You deserve it. But, I'm not mad ... I'm just happy you can't cheat on me anymore. So, since we're girlfriends now, I thought we could go shopping." Kelly couldn't believe what Jennifer had just confirmed. He was right about the wizard. He cursed Kevin for stealing the ring. "Jennifer, I can't stay like this. What would my parents think? Hello Mr. & Mrs. Roberts, you have a daughter now." "Don't worry, Kel. No one but me, you, and that wizard know about the old you. When you change, the world changed. I'll know you as you switch back and forth, but no one else will. Even Shanna won't know you. She's back to being a 45-year old stockbroker. He doesn't even remember being a girl. It's kind of fitting, actually. Now, I have a boyfriend sometimes and a girlfriend sometimes. How fun." Kelly backed out of the room. She ran outside, leaving Jennifer sitting on the couch. She was completely in disbelief. She was crying as she got into her Mustang and flew down the street to the mall. She found the shop, in a different place than earlier this morning, and dimly heard the bell tinkle over her head as she pushed open the door. The old man looked up as she entered the store. "Hello Kevin," he smiled. "Or ... it's Kelly now, isn't it?" She looked at the wizard dumbly, unsure how to proceed. She fumbled her wallet out. "I'll pay for the ring, sir," she choked out. The wizard chuckled. "That's a very kind offer, Kelly, but it's a bit late for that." He ran a hand through his beard. "I don't believe in taking back my punishments." "But everyone should be allowed a mistake. Three strikes and all, you know?" "Yes, I do agree with that," the wizard looked thoughtful for a second. Kelly felt a glimmer of hope. He then stared at her. "Strike one, cheating on your girlfriend with Shanna. Strike two, lying to Jennifer. And, worst of all, strike three, stealing from me. You're punishment is permanent, Kelly. You should begin to learn to live with it. "But..." "No buts, young lady," the wizard said sharply. "Besides, this punishment is at least a little less vicious than some I've given. When you're Kelly you will not age, only when you are Kevin. You're change will trigger when you smoke a cigarette after sex, or after every three orgasms as a man. No matter what age you are as Kevin, you will become 25 when you are Kelly. Kevin will not age while you are Kelly." The wizard looked thoughtful. "Besides, you may live forever." "But, I don't want to be a girl," she said. "It isn't me. You let Shanna out of it." "Shanna, young lady, did not steal from me. She was a person who made a mistake. She had a problem, and I was able to help her. I will not help someone who stole from me. I'm sorry, but you are stuck this way. All you have to do is have sex, smoke a cigarette, and you will be male again. Then, just don't have sex anymore, and you'll be male forever. Until you die." But..." "This conversation is over, Kelly. Good day." "I" "GOOD DAY!" The room filled with mist and Kelly suddenly found herself in her living room again. Jennifer was still sitting there watching TV. She walked up to her bedroom and sat on her bed. She had a lot of thinking to do. On the upside, she had forever to think about it. (the end)