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This story was written to the specifications of Bashful as the winner of the second prize from my story contest. SRU: The Visitor By Morpheus The mall was extremely busy, nearly surging with people, almost as if it was nearly Christmas again, which was somewhat unusual for the time of the year. However, Edgar Bryce barely noticed any of the crowd that surrounded him as he made his way slowly through the mall, his mind too busy with other things. Finally something caught Edgar's notice and he almost stopped to get a longer look, but then thought otherwise. Instead Edgar just watched the gorgeous blonde and slowly made his way past, almost drooling as he did so. His heart was racing at how gorgeous she was, but in spite of that, his thoughts were not only filled with how much he'd like to be with her, but also with a burning curiosity. A burning curiosity about what it would be like to actually be her. To be the gorgeous blonde. "Damn," Edgar muttered to himself once he was out of sight of the blonde. He frowned, going back to what he was thinking of before but still getting no further. Even the sparkling inspiration of the blonde wasn't enough to get him out of his loop. "Damn," he muttered again, wishing that he could come up with something new. Some new idea for a story. Edgar absently scratched at his reddish brown beard and thought about several ideas for stories. But there was nothing especially new there. Edgar frowned, feeling a little embarrassed as he thought about his hobby. About the fact that he wrote stories for fun. Stories about people changing into other people, or more specifically, about men changing into women. He even had a little bit of a following among a select group on the Internet, all under an alias of course. But at the moment, he wanted some new ideas. Something just a little different rather than just a rehash of all the other stuff that he'd seen done. Suddenly, without warning, Edgar found himself turning and walking down one of the malls side halls without meaning to. His legs seemed to have a mind of their own and Edgar was completely shocked and confused. He struggled to control himself without any effect, trying to figure out what the hell was going on. That was something that was more like one of his stories than real life. Then Edgar stopped without warning and found himself standing in front of a store. As he looked up and saw the wooden door and then the sign above it, he let out an involuntary gasp. "Impossible." But in spite of his disbelief, the sign above the door read Spells R Us. Just like the one that he'd read about so many times. And from the way he'd walked there without wanting to, Edgar had no doubt that it was indeed real. For a long moment all Edgar could do was stare at the wooden door which stuck out so much in a mall and then the sign above it. There was no doubt that the choice to walk in or turn away was up to him. And the thought of turning around and walking away was very, very tempting. He'd heard far too many stories about that store and its owner on the Internet to want to mess around with it. But on the other hand, Edgar couldn't deny that the idea of it being real was a thrill. The idea that magic really existed sent a tingle up and down his spine. After all, what else could have made him inexplicably turn and walk to the store? Then Edgar scratched his beard for a moment before making up his mind. A moment later he walked through the door. Once Edgar was inside, he glanced around at the numerous shelves and indescribable clutter that filled the shop. It was just as he'd heard it described, even the fact that the inside was obviously larger than the outside. And the dark wood walls and ceiling looked like they were probably even older than the mall itself. But most importantly, Edgar gulped to see the old man standing behind the counter, wearing what could easily have been described either as a bath robe or a wizards robe. "About time," the Old Man told Edgar gruffly, "I was beginning to think that you'd never come in." "I don't believe it," Edgar whispered, glancing around nervously. The Old Man snorted. "Yes you do. Now for obligatory introductions." He rubbed at his own long white beard and then continued, "Your real name is Edgar Bryce, though you use a pen name when writing on the Internet. I know this because I am a wizard. Now that that's out of the way, we can take care of business." Edgar gulped, trying hard not to show how nervous he was. "I thought that you were just a story." With a faint chuckle the Old Man said, "And who says that I'm not?" Not knowing what to think of that answer, Edgar asked, "Why me? Why now?" "Why not?" The Old Man gave Edgar a slight smile. "The real question is, what do you want?" "I..." Edgar paused, knowing that he could probably ask for anything. He could even get a chance to see what it was really like to be a girl instead of just writing about it. But then again, he knew that he certainly didn't want to be one permanently. He was happy as a guy. At least most of the time. Besides, the thought that he could turn into a girl for real almost scared him. Instead Edgar slowly said, "I think that I'd like some story ideas. Would you...." Edgar gulped, feeling somewhat embarrassed to be asking this. Even more embarrassed than if he'd been asking for a gender change. "Would you mind if I stayed here for awhile and watched? I need some new ideas for my stories and....." The Old Man actually looked surprised at this, but quickly caught himself and started rubbing his beard thoughtfully. "I don't know," he muttered, more to himself than to Edgar. Edgar just crossed his fingers hopefully. Then after a minute the Old Man said, "Well, it is against my better judgment, but my apprentice is gone on her day off and I could use a hand moving some boxes." "Thank you." Edgar gasped in relief. He shook hands with the Old Man and then frowned as something dawned on him. "About those boxes...?" For a moment the Old Man looked a little disappointed, then told Edgar, "Don't worry. I will make sure that nothing happens to you because of moving the boxes." Edgar nodded, then thanked the Old Man again, feeling a little more relieved since he didn't have to worry about any unexpected changes. Then with that, Edgar followed the Old Man to the back room and started moving the boxes as he was directed, barely able to wait until someone else arrived and he could actually witness the wizard at work. -------------------- After Edgar had been in the store for an hour and had helped moving most of the boxes, the Old Man interrupted him. "Well Edgar my boy, you said that you wanted to watch and I have a customer arriving in several minutes." "Thank you," Edgar said, setting the box to the side and going back to the main room. When Edgar walked to the counter, he noticed that there was a bar stool sitting next to it. The Old Man frowned and muttered, "I brought it out so that you could have a seat. Besides, I don't want you getting in the way or bothering the customers, so as long as you sit on it, they can't see or hear you. Got that?" "Yes sir," Edgar responded, snapping his hand up in a bad salute and then hopping onto the stool. The Old Man just snorted and started organizing bottles behind the counter. Less than a minute afetr Edgar had climbed onto the bar stool the door opened with a tinkle from the bell above it. A boy, whom Edgar guessed to be around 18 or 19, came in. He had shoulder length black hair and was looking rather surprised as he looked around the shop. "Man this place is weird," the new arrival said, glancing right past Edgar as if he wasn't even there. When he looked at the Old Man, the boy asked, "Do you have any costumes for rent?" Edgar watched the Old Man start to grin, getting chills up his spine. "Why certainly Chris." Then came Chris' response. The same one that Edgar had been expecting and anticipating with a mischievious glee. "How did you know my name?" "I'm a wizard," the Old Man answered, somehow managing to keep a straight face. Chris snorted in obvious disbelief. "Yeah, right." He glanced around once more, obviously a little skeptical. "My frat house is having a party tonight and they didn't bother telling me until the last minute. I really need a costume." The Old Man grinned. "I believe that I have just the thing." He got up and walked to a shelf, pulling down a cardboard box and then bringing it over to the counter. "I believe that you are a fan of Japanese Animation, are you not?" "How'd you know?" Chris asked in surprise, obviously having forgotten the Old Man's answer. The Old Man looked at Edgar and gave him a look as if to say, "They never learn." Then the Old Man looked back at Chris. "Then I believe that this might be just what you are looking for." With that the Old Man opened up the box and pulled out a pair of blue pants and set them aside, as well as a belt, a pair of black shoes and a red shirt with almost no sleeves. Finally he pulled out a pair of black wrist bands and set them on top of the clothes. For a moment Chris just stared at the costume, frowning. "I don't..." Then his eyes snapped wide. "Oh shit. It's a Ranma costume." "Authentic from Japan," the Old Man told him with a smile. "Very difficult to come by." Chris grabbed at the costume and stared at the wrist bands. "Oh man, this stuff's great. That's one of my favorite animes. And all I have to do is tie my hair into a pig tail." "Oh yes," the Old Man chuckled, "I'm sure that it will go great at your party. However, I must warn you to read the label before wearing it." "Sure," Chris responded absently. "So how much is it?" After the Old Man told $25, which seemed to be about all that Chris had on him at the moment, Chris quickly paid it and hurried out the door with the box holding his costume under one arm. "That was nice," Edgar said once Chris was gone. "I was expecting you to give him a cheerleader costume or something." "Oh no," the Old Man chuckled. "My last one was ruined at the last party I rented it out to and I haven't gotten a replacement yet." "But still," Edgar added, "I thought you were going to give him a screwed up costume or something." The Old Man shook his head. "I do not deal in faulty merchandise. If he doesn't read the label as I instructed him, then it is not my responsibility." Edgar stared at the Old Man for a moment in surprise. Then finally he gulped and asked, "What does the label say?" After scratching at his beard thoughtfully for a moment, the Old Man answered, "Only that the costume should not be splashed with cold water while being worn." "Oh," Edgar sighed, "that shouldn't be much problem even if he doesn't read the instructions. But just out of curiosity, what would have happened if he did get wet?" "He won't read the label," the Old Man told Edgar. "Or if he does, he won't bother to remember it. Most of them don't. As for what would happen, well, it is an authentic Ranma costume, curse included." Edgar gasped at that. "It is perfectly safe and dormant unless someone doesn't follow the instructions, in which case they would turn into a pretty red haired girl and retain the same water triggered curse as is possessed by the character from the show." "Unless he changes back and takes off the costume," Edgar pointed out. "No," the Old Man said with a frown. "Once activated, the curse rubs off from the costume and becomes permanent." Edgar stared at the Old Man and then let out an appreciative whistle, guessing that at least Chris should be safe from it. But then the Old Man turned and walked towards the back room, absently adding with a chuckle, "And it wouldn't be my fault if a rival fraternity just happens to be waiting in ambush with water balloons, now would it?" -------------------- Edgar shifted position on the stool, not taking his eyes off of the dark haired woman and her 10 year old son who'd entered the shop mere moments before. The Old Man had already done his trick of knowing that her name was Mary, though Ethan was surprised at how unsurprised she was. "A friend told me about this place." Mary grabbed her son by the shoulder in what Ethan thought must be a painful grip. "She told me that you might be able to help me with a problem that I have with my son." The Old Man frowned, then gave the boy a very scrutinous look. Then turning back to Mary, he stated in a grouchy tone, "Tell me what you require." Mary looked a little nervous then glared at her son who was struggling to get away. "Sit still Richie," she growled at the boy. Then she told the Old Man, "Richie has a problem with telling the truth." Mary glared at Richie again, though this time he gave her a defiant look back. Then she continued to explain that Richie lied almost constantly and was always getting in trouble for it. Then she finished off with a, "Please. He needs to stop lying." For a moment the Old Man rubbed his beard thoughtfully and Ethan watched amazed, wondering what he was going to do. Then the Old Man snorted. "I could make it so that he never speaks...a lie again." "I don't lie," Richie protested, glaring first at his mother and then the Old Man. "Everyone else is just making up stories about me." "I'm sure they are," the Old Man grumbled, then turned his attention back to Mary, who didn't seem to even have noticed the comments. Edgar just gulped, beginning to feel sorry for the boy. He was about to protest when much to his surprise Mary did instead. "Oh no," she said firmly, "I want him to learn to stop lying on his own. But maybe if you had some magic way to...encourage him." Mary gave a nervous smile. The Old Man snorted, looking almost disappointed though Edgar certainly didn't share that feeling. But then the Old Man said, "Ah, I have just the thing." And with that he bent down behind the counter, pulling out a small green bottle and setting it on top. "What?" Mary gasped. "You don't expect me to drug him?" She looked like she was beginning to get angry. For a brief moment the Old Man turned bright red and looked as if he was about to choke. But then he snapped, "What kind of magic shop do you take this for? I only sell the highest quality of alchemical elixirs." Mary gulped nervously, automatically taking a step back. "I'm sorry..." Then the Old Man slapped Richie's hand as he reached for the bottle. "This is just the...incentive that you asked for. It a Pinochia Elixir and only needs Richie to drink it to have its full effect." "I ain't drinking that," Richie protested. "Besides, I already had some this morning." Edgar frowned as he watched this, wondering what was going to happen next. Mary and the Old Man talked about the price for a moment and as soon as the money was handed over, Richie's hand shot out, grabbed the bottle and downed it in one gulp, surprising not only Mary, but from the expression on his face, himself as well. "Oh my," Mary gasped. "But what exactly does that stuff do?" The Old Man snorted, then explained, "It works on a principal that you should find familiar. Whenever he tells a lie, he's going to become more and more like a girl." Mary and Richie both gasped at that while Edgar smirked, having already figured that much out for himself after hearing it's name. "He can reverse the effect by telling the truth. I believe that this should be encouragement enough." "Wow," Mary gasped, staring at Richie in surprise. Richie crossed his arms in front of his chest. "No way. It won't work on me because I never lie. And because I never, ever lie, your stupid thing can't work." Then Richie stuck his tongue out at the Old Man, who was beginning to look as if he wanted to strangle the boy. Edgar watched this with amusement, then surprise, at the fact that the potion was obviously working. Richie definitely looked more like a girl than he did before. His hair was just a little longer and his clothes even seemed more girlish. Richie didn't seem to realize this though Mary definitely did. A minute later Mary and Richie left the store, with Richie looking even more girlish. Edgar shook his head and turned to the Old Man. "Wow. I've never seen anything like that. He actually changed right in front of my eyes." "I'm glad that you approve," the Old Man snorted, however he did have a faint smile as he went to work adjusting some bottles under the counter. "I'll bet Richie learns not to lie pretty quickly," Edgar said thoughtfully. Then to his surprise the Old Man snorted. "Not likely. The young man is a compulsive liar. He may control it for awhile, but sooner or later he is going to push the magic to the limits and overload it, locking his transformation in place. He can't help himself, no matter how much he wants to." Then while Edgar was staring at him, the Old Man added, "There's a broom in the corner and my shop needs sweeping." And with that the Old Man left Edgar to clean up while he went towards the back room. Over the next several hours Edgar watched in rapt amazement as more customers came through. The results weren't always quite what Edgar would have expected and he didn't get to see the full effects, but some he did see himself and some he saw through the magic television that the wizard let him watch. There was a mother and 12 year old daughter who'd come in, neither of them understanding the other. However, after the Old Man had talked to them for a few minutes, they'd walked back out, each one having traded places with the other, but neither of them remembering that things had ever been any different. It had definitely been interesting to watch the girl grow older and more mature while the mother had become younger. Edgar had barely been able to stop laughing after the smug teenage boy had come in, looking for chicks. He'd told the Old Man that he was just looking for a little pussy, and wasn't exactly very polite about it either. The boy left a short while later with a potion that the Old Man had guaranteed would get him all the pussy that he desired. And as soon as he was out the door, the Old Man and I watched him drinking the potion on the TV, then immediately transforming into a female cat. One man came through and bought a standard love potion, a woman bought some beauty wash that was supposed to help her appearance and another man came in asking for some change, then left as a gorgeous blonde. However, the customers that interested Edgar the most were a pair of women who were best friends. They'd bought a magic necklace that would transform whichever one was wearing it into a man. "That ought to change their relationship some," the Old Man had chuckled after the women had left the store. Edgar just stared at the door and sighed, realizing how happy they had looked. And they'd been told all about what it could do. "I don't get it," Edgar finally said, "I don't understand why you gave those women exactly what they wanted. Or that guy with the love potion. I thought you would have given him some potion to turn him into the perfect lover of the first person he saw or something." The Old Man snorted and scratched at his beard. "There's a good deal that you don't understand. If I changed all of my customers, then I'd never get any repeat business...or sell my other merchandise." But after the silence that followed, Edgar suspected that there was more that the Old Man wasn't saying. Perhaps he just liked some of the customers too. After a few more minutes Edgar suddenly commented, "I'm surprised at how many people have come in so far today. I wouldn't think that this place would really get that much business." With a slight gesture a cup of tea suddenly appeared in the Old Man's hand. He cautiously took a sip of it, then deciding that it was suitable took a longer sip. "Ah, just the way I prefer it." Then he turned his attention back to Edgar. "Business has been rather good today, hasn't it?" He took another sip from his tea then waved his hand again, making another cup appear. "Would you care for some tea?" "Um..." Edgar hesitated, thinking that it wouldn't be a good idea to accept a drink from the Old Man, but then realizing that it might be an even worse idea to refuse and risk sounding rude. "Thank you," Edgar said, forcing a smile as he accepted the tea. He held it cautiously for a moment and then took a sip. "Mmmm." Edgar was surprised. "It's good." He stared at the cup in his hand with a renewed interest. Normally he wasn't a tea person, but he had to admit that he liked it. However, the Old Man just accepted the comment with an almost imperceptible nod. "There won't be any more interruptions for a little while," the Old Man mused, walking towards the back room with Edgar close behind. Once there, the Old Man sank into a very comfortable looking recliner, inviting Edgar to do the same with a similar chair. Then taking another sip of his tea, he mused, "I do believe that I may close up early today." Edgar didn't say a word. Edgar sat there for a long time, sipping at his tea and watching the magic television, or more specifically, one of the Old Man's customers from several days before who was being shown turning from a middle aged man into a teenage girl. The whole thing was more exciting than Edgar could have imagined. It was just like the stories that Edgar had read so many times before, but this time it was definitely different. This time he felt chills going up and down his spine. Eventually though, the Old Man gestured at the TV screen and it went completely blank, just as it when Edgar thought it was really getting interesting. Absently scratching at his beard, Edgar stared at the Old Man curiously. But without a word the Old Man got up and left the room. With a shrug Edgar followed. Once they were back by the counter, Edgar sat down on the stool and watched the Old Man adjusting some clutter on the shelves. For several minutes the Old Man shifted things around, even putting some new items on the shelf though Edgar could barely notice any difference by the time he was finished. Edgar scratched at his beard, watching curiously as the Old Man started to pet a stuffed wolf, then nearly jumping when the wolf lowered its head and stuck out its tongue. "Damn," Edgar muttered to himself, glancing around the shop nervously. Then Edgar was startled to hear a bell tinkling. When he snapped around, he saw that someone had come into a shop. A somewhat tall and athletic looking man of about 20 or so stood there, looking rather smug. "Can I help you?" the Old Man asked after giving the boy a few minutes to glance around. The boy shook his head. "No....well, maybe." He frowned and glanced around again, looking as if he was trying to make up his mind. Finally, the boy said, "My frat house is having a party tonight and I've been looking for some prizes." "Oh really," the Old Man said politely, his eyes seeming to light up at that. "Perhaps I can help you." "I don't know," the boy answered, moving over to one of the shelves and examining a small statuette on it. "I was looking for Spencers and could have sworn it was here." He shook his head at that. "But it looks like you have a lot of weird stuff too." Then looking back at the Old Man, he continued, "I'm looking for some prizes for the party." The Old Man chuckled, grinning mischieviously at that. "What sort of prizes might you be looking for? I have a large variety of things that might suit your needs." Once again the Old Man chuckled and Edgar just stared, feeling extremely curious. Snorting slightly, the boy said, "Some of the other guys picked up all the good stuff for us. But they forgot to grab a prize for the last person there. You know, something lame." "Aaah," the Old Man nodded, "you want a booby prize." "Exactly," the frat boy nodded. "I believe that I have just the thing." Then with that the Old Man gestured, "Just a moment." And with that the wizard walked down one of the isles and pulled something off of one of the shelves then started back. "What's that?" the boy snorted, gesturing towards the necklace that the Old Man was holding. "This..." the Old Man announced, setting it down on the counter, "is the perfect...booby prize." He smiled faintly. Edgar leaned over to get a better look at the necklace or medallion as he saw it was more accurately. It was a cheap looking gold plated piece of metal in the shape of a woman. However, the most noticeable feature was the two large circles that were the woman's breasts. "Oh boy," Edgar muttered, already beginning to get some idea of where that was going to lead. Then chuckling to himself, he muttered, "Damn, I wish I had a note pad." He shook his head, hoping that he didn't forget all the story ideas that were beginning to develop. "Cool," the boy chuckled. "That should probably do it. Great for a last to arrive prize." Then after he pulled out his wallet, he grabbed a pack of bubble gum from a rack by the counter and set it down next to the medallion. "That's for me," he added unnecessarily. "All right then," the Old Man smiled, "that comes up to ten-fifty." The boy handed over the money and as he turned to leave, the Old Man called out, "Have a nice day Alex." As soon as Alex was through the door, Edgar turned to the Old Man, "So, what do they do?" The Old Man chuckled to himself. "The Medallion of Bosomi transforms anyone wearing it at the midnight of a full moon into a....well endowed young lady." "And tonight's a full moon?" Edgar asked, having no doubt that it had to be. The Old Man's nod quickly confirmed that. "And the bubble gum?" "Very pleasurable to chew. Somewhat addictive," the Old Man said quietly, "and each piece will cause whomever chews it to become more feminine in body and mind, as well as have their intelligence redirected towards their libido." Edgar snorted. "You mean it turns them into bimbos." The Old Man just smiled at that. "So," Edgar glanced at his watch, realizing that it was beginning to get rather late, "do you think you're going to have any more customers?" "Only one more for the day," the Old Man told Edgar with a faint smile. A moment later the Old Man started towards the back of his shop again and Edgar started to follow him. While he made his way after the Old Man, Edgar looked at the things on the sheves as he passed them. He hadn't paid too much attention to the shops inventory while he'd been there, focusing instead on either his chores or the customers. "Interesting," Edgar mused, staring at a small hand mirror that had the reflection of a pretty red haired woman staring back at him, though nothing about him had changed. Then with shrug Edgar started making his way just a little further along the shelves, glancing nervously at the stuffed wolf that was sitting off to the side. "Good boy," Edgar muttered. Then to his surprise he turned its head and growled slightly, causing Edgar to jump back. Edgar smacked into the shelf behind him and snapped his head around, just in time to see a 6 inch tall pinkish crystal figurine of a woman falling off of the shelf. And though Edgar tried to catch it, the crystal figurine still hit the floor with a loud crack. "Damn," Edgar growled, staring at the badly cracked statuette on the ground. However he was almost surprised to see a pink mist starting to pour out from the crack in the crystal. It continued to pour out, leaving the crystal figurine clearer and clearer as it did so. Edgar made to step back, having a horrible sinking feeling. But it did no good as the mist swirled around him, making his skin tingle almost like a static shock. "Oh no," he muttered, trying to get away. Trying to yell to the Old Man for help. However nothing came since the moment he opened his mouth the mist started to pour inside. Edgar gasped and choked as the strange almost flowery tasting pink stuff went down his throat, feeling oddly soothing as it did so. He grabbed at his throat, trying to force himself to cough it back out, to no effect. Once the mist had all vanished from around him, Edgar let go of his throat, breathing a little easier again. He stared at the clear crystal figurine on the floor with the obvious cracks and winced, suddenly realizing that things were likely to get even worse. And at that very moment, Edgar felt the tingling run through his entire body. A warm sensation seemed to radiate from within his stomach and lungs, making Edgar nearly gasp from how pleasant the warm sensation was. "This can't be good," Edgar muttered to himself. Edgar's face began to itch badly and when he reached up to scratch it, he was almost surprised to realize that his fingers were touching smooth skin. Not the beard that had been adorning his face moments earlier, but soft smooth skin. Then he felt it happen. His hips suddenly seemed to snap inside of him, spreading out just a little wider and nearly causing Edgar to lose balance and fall over as they did so. Somehow he managed to grab hold of the shelf in time to keep from losing his balance, but he could feel the other changes coming on quickly. It was with mixed feelings of both dread and excited anticipation that Edgar stared at his chest, watching it push out, pressing more and more against his shirt. The fabric strained, slowly getting pushed to the limit and finally one button popped right off, followed quickly by two others. Edgar gasped and grabbed at them, muttering, "Oh my. This is just like one of my stories." Then he groaned even more, remembering just how a lot of those stories had turned out. Suddenly the changes all stopped and Edgar started to examine himself, trying to be as objective as he could, which was not at all easy considering the circumstances. He was amazed at just how big his chest seemed, and how small his waste. However, he couldn't bring himself to truly be surprised since it was about what he'd been expecting. He had a totally feminine, extremely knockout figure, right down to the long reddish brown that hung nearly to his waist. "Just great," Edgar growled to himself, though it didn't have the usual effect since it came out in a sexy whisper. Then Edgar heard an "Ahem" from behind him. He snapped around, blushing furiously as he faced the Old Man, who looked somewhat annoyed at him. "Do you know how expensive that was?" he growled. "How difficult it is to acquire essence of Aphrodite?" "But....um....no," Edgar said, staring at the floor in embarrassment. The Old Man just snorted, giving Edgar an annoyed look, then exclaimed, "Well, you broke it, you bought it." He gestured towards the sign hanging on the wall that read just that. Edgar's eyes went wide. "But you promised that nothing would happen to me." "No." The Old Man snorted again. "I promised that nothing would happen to you as a result of moving the boxes. Your clumsiness has nothing to do with the boxes. Now that will be two hundred, and that's with an employees discount since you were helping me out earlier." "But...but...but.." Edgar gasped, then stopped when he realized that he was beginning to sound like a motor boat. Then, glancing between the broken figurine and the Old Man, he sighed, realizing that it was definitely NOT a good idea to argue with the Old Man. Without another word Edgar pulled out his wallet and handed the credit card to the Old Man, who accepted it without a word. While the Old Man was ringing up his 'purchase' Edgar took several quick peaks at his changed body, feeling somewhat self conscious. It didn't feel quite the way that he would have imagined. Finally he asked, "Can you please turn me back to normal?" "Sorry," the Old Man snapped, "no refunds." Then he snorted while Edgar just gasped. "Figures," Edgar muttered to himself, having already half expected that. "But surely there has to be something." The Old Man sighed, handing Edgar his credit card back. Then after giving Edgar a scrutinous look, he sighed again. "That most assuredly will not do." And with a gesture from the Old Man, Edgar's clothes suddenly changed from the somewhat torn and ill fitting clothes he was wearing to a very revealing outfit, right down to the high heels. "That's more appropriate," the Old Man muttered. "But not very comfortable," Edgar mumbled, deciding that his new thong panties were extremely uncomfortable. "Picky picky," the Old Man mumbled, gesturing again. And with that Edgar found that his thong panties weren't uncomfortable at all and neither were the high heels. In fact he had absolutely no problems balancing in them at all. They felt almost natural. Like he should be wearing them. Edgar didn't know whether to thank the Old Man or curse him, so remained silent instead. Finally Edgar couldn't help but asking, "Isn't there some way for me to turn back to normal again? Please?" For a moment the Old Man scratched at his beard thoughtfully, looking more as if he was trying to make up his mind than trying to remember something. Then he told Edgar, "There is a way." Edgar grinned, suddenly feeling relieved. It was one thing to imagine being turned into a woman but quite another have to live as one for the rest of his life. "You just have to drink tea made from 3 hairs from a satyr, which I don't have. Now if you'll excuse me..." At this the Old Man started to push Edgar towards the door. "It's time for me to close up for the day." "But..." Edgar tried protesting. "Just look at it this way," the Old Man snapped as he pushed Edgar out the door. "Now you'll have not only new story ideas but a lot more realism for them as well." Then he quickly added, "Good luck finding a satyr. They're extinct in this dimension." And then the Old Man slammed the door shut. "But..." Edgar tried protesting again. However it was obviously too late as the Spells R Us store vanished before his eyes, leaving only a Spencers in its place. "Damn it," Edgar growled, turning around and walking as quickly as he could, knowing that trying to find the place again would be pointless. He was definitely not very happy about his abrupt change, but muttered to himself, "At least I've got some new story ideas." Then snorting, he remembered what the Old Man had said and added, "And realism." As Edgar hurried through the mall, heading home as quickly as he could, he barely noticed all of the stares he was receiving or heard any of the wolf whistles. Instead his thoughts were concerned with what he was going to do, but even more so with the new story that was taking shape in his mind. Edgar could barely wait to get home and start typing it. THE END