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This is one of those stories that just didn't want to go where I had planned it to go. It also grew to be a lot longer than I had at first anticipated. It's only nominally an SRU story - the wizard and Dannie appear only in part 1 - which should explain why I didn't tag it as such. It's also one of the those stories that will be difficult to classify according to transformation type. As usual, those sites freely archiving stories, may do so. A Day at the Mall by Bill Hart That was definitely one raucous party last night thought Ronald Morgan, while trying on the road jersey of his favorite hockey team. Things couldn't have gone better for me last night I'd sat down and planned the whole thing out in intricate detail. Ron liked the team's road jersey; he thought it looked good on him. But he also thought the home whites looked even better on him. However, the purchase of a new jersey wasn't the reason he'd come to the mall today. That could wait a few months for the season to start. Looked at his watch, Ron figured it was just about the right time. After carefully putting the jersey back on its hanger, he hung it back on the rack. Today is going to be my day thought Ron, as he waved to the cute blonde clerk and headed for the door. Who knows? It might even be the best day of my whole life. Exiting from the sporting goods store, Ron spotted Julie Watson just as he'd been expecting. Julie always went shopping in the mall after a big party night. And last night most definitely fell under that category. Julie was standing around - probably deciding which store would be the first visited - with a couple of her girlfriends. Ron stared in her direction; he couldn't help himself. Julie was a simply gorgeous redhead with bewitching green eyes. Ron couldn't explain it, but he'd never lusted after, or been all that interested in, any redheads before Julie. He'd always been more interested in scoring with blue-eyed blondes until that day he'd laid eyes on her. Ron had also convinced himself that Julie liked him. But this feeling she might actually like him still didn't translate, with absolute certainty, into her going out with him if he asked her. However, Ron knew Julie was currently available for the first time since he'd met her. The biggest and almost best news coming out of last night's party was Julie's major fight with her dumb shit of a boyfriend Tim Ellison in full view - and hearing - of everyone there. The best news had been their breakup. Ron had always wondered what Julie had seen in Tim. Even before he'd become infatuated with Julie, Ron had considered Tim Ellison as nothing less than an insufferable asshole. And that was his opinion on those days Ron was feeling charitable. Ron knew it was either now or never for him and Julie; put up or shut up time was upon him. And he definitely intended on putting up. "Hi, Julie," said Ron as he approached her and her friends. As soon as they saw him, Julie's attending girlfriends Laura Millner and Brenda Allison began giggling. "Hi, Ronnie." Ron thought Julie sounded a little odd. "How are you today?" Laura and Brenda continued giggling. Ron wondered if something might be wrong with them; he'd never considered either of them gigglers before. "I'm fine, Julie." Ron suddenly decided asking her out couldn't wait another second. "Would you like to go to a movie with me tonight?" With unexpected shocked expressions, Laura and Brenda looked at Julie for an instant, but then quickly resumed their giggling. Looked oddly pained, Julie slowly shook her head. "I'm really sorry, Ron. You're really kinda cute and, if things were different, I'd like to, but I just can't right now." The strange mixture of signals Ron was getting from Julie was very confusing. "But why not?" Except for that one instant, the girls hadn't quit giggling since he'd arrived. Ron wished they'd just shut up; they were getting on his nerves. "It's simple, you stupid dipshit," interrupted a male voice he recognized but hadn't expected to hear. "She can't go to a movie with you tonight, because she's already going to one with me." The girls abruptly quit giggling as Tim Ellison started laughing. "Julie is my girlfriend," said Tim arrogantly. "She's not allowed to date other boys." Ron stared at Tim. Tim stared back. Ron knew that Tim had never liked him, which wasn't a problem, because he'd never liked Tim. That was something never likely to change. "I thought you two had broken up last night." "Oh that," smiled Julie. "That was just so last night, Ronnie." Julie turned towards Tim and smiled, before returning her attention to Ron. "But last night was just so long ago. Besides it was all a really big misunderstanding. We made up this morning. Didn't we, Timmy Wimmy?" Timmy Wimmy, thought Ron. That really makes me wanna puke. But as a witness to their breakup last night, Ron clearly didn't believe what he was hearing now. He'd seen messy breakups before and theirs had been among the messiest. There was just no way Ron could see Julie making up with Tim after the things that had been said. And why would she call him something so stupid as Timmy Wimmy now, when she never had before. Ron knew he could never call someone something so asinine as Timmy Wimmy. And then Julie's annoying girlfriends renewed their equally annoying giggling. "I would like a few words with you privately, dipshit." "What?" Ron had known several other people that Tim had wanted to have a few words with privately. That was another reason Ron had for disliking Tim. "Don't you hurt him, Timmy Wimmy." The sound of concern in her voice surprised Ron, as well as apparently surprising Julie. "Don't you worry your pretty little head about that, babe," grinned Tim. "I have no intentions of hurting this little dickwad." Ron swallowed nervously. He didn't know what to think. And he definitely didn't like that evil glint he saw in Tim's eyes. But one thing was certain; he couldn't run, at least in front of Julie. "Just go with him, Ronnie," said Julie, once again all smiles. "My Timmy Wimmy said he wouldn't hurt you, so you'll be all right." Ron wondered about what Julie could be thinking. He might have told her he wouldn't hurt him, but she wasn't that naive. How could she possibly believe something like that? Hurting people was Tim's rep. And it was a rep that was well deserved; Tim had always enjoyed hurting other people. Still wondering what could be wrong with Julie and her friends, Ron didn't notice Tim pull a small box with several flashing lights on its top from his pocket, point it at him, and push a button on its side. "Just follow me, Ron," said Tim with a grin. "Sure thing, Tim. I'll go wherever you want me to go." Ron was stunned by his congenial response. He wondered what could have possessed him to agree, when he didn't want to go anywhere with Tim. He was also wishing all three girls - Julie had joined them - would quit their annoying giggling. But as soon as Tim started walking away from the girls, Ron obediently followed after him. Even before he and Tim entered that small door on the outer wall of the mall, Ron was convinced there had never been a door there before. And the room inside - even though there shouldn't have been a room behind a door that had never existed - was well lit, although the room had neither windows nor lights. Even stranger, once Tim had entered behind Ron, he'd shut the door and, while Ron had watched, it had impossibly fused seamlessly with the remainder of the wall. Ron stared at the newly reformed wall in total disbelief. "What are you doing," he asked nervously, knowing there was no escape. "And how did you make that door disappear?" Tim grinned an unsettling grin at Ron. "It's quite simple. I'm making certain you'll never again be capable of interfering between me and my girlfriend Julie." Tim reached into his pocket again and took out the odd-looking little box with the flashing lights. "But you told Julie you weren't going to hurt me." "And I'm not going to hurt you, Ron." Tim's widening grin did nothing to make Ron feel better. "Hurting people was the old me." Tim held out the box towards Ron. "I've now got far superior ways of getting whatever I want. But then, with this amazing little gadget of mine, she'd never know the difference if I did or didn't." "What is that thing?" Tim continued grinning. "This is my new transreality warper." "Trans... Reality... Warper???" stuttered Ron. "I have no idea what that thing might be, but it doesn't sound like anything that should be possible." "Perhaps you should ask Julie..." chuckled Tim. "On the other hand, she wouldn't recall some things any better then you do. She was my first Level One test case. Do you like her red hair? And why do you think she made up with me so quickly... or at all? All I had to do was think about what I wanted, point the box at her, and press this button. All was soon forgiven and we were all made up as if nothing had ever happened." Tim's laughter grew more boisterous. "Don't you just love the wonders of the new technology?" "But where would someone like you get your hands on something like that?" "My little brother Tom made it for me." "Tom is only eight years old." "That's true. Some of the teachers in that special school he's attending think he's certifiable, you know. But none of them have even guessed he's actually a certified genius - one of those child prodigies. He saw this little box in one of those weird comic books he's always reading and decided it was good idea. After he fixed the errors he found in its schematic, he asked me if I wanted one. I said 'Sure. Why not?' and the rest is history." "That's impossible." "No, it isn't, Ron," grinned Tim. "I wish I could say I'm surprised, but I didn't think you'd believe it. This thing's also capable of far more than simply altering minds and memories." Tim concentrated for a moment, then pushed the ENTER button. "I figured you'd want a demo. How's this for your first little demonstration. Try moving, dipshit." When Ron tried to move, he discovered his legs were frozen in place. He could barely move his arms. "What did you do to me?" he asked - obviously Ron had no problems talking at all. "That was just a little hands on demo of what this baby can do on Level One. You're about to get a Level Two demo. This will be the first time I've ever used this feature - you should feel honored that I thought of you." Tim grinned evilly. "TR," he turned back to Ron, "I call it TR, you know. Activate voice mode." "Voice mode activated," replied the box in a sultry soprano voice that simply oozed sex appeal. "I suppose your genius little brother in the home programmed that voice into your little box just for you." Tim ignored Ron's taunt. "TR. Scan new subject." "Scanning of new subject commencing." An orangish-green light came out of box and slowly traced over Ron's form starting at the top of his head and slowly proceeding downward to the tips of his toes. Whatever the box was doing, it didn't take much time. Ron was also surprised it had been painless. "Scanning of new subject completed. No anomalous readings encountered during subject scan." "What the hell do you think you're doing?" But Tim simply continued ignoring him. "TR. Compare newly obtained scan summary data with stored memory summary file G187-I2245-R00004LSUM." "Scan comparison begun... Scan comparison completed." Ron was a little surprised that whatever the box had done had taken so little time. "Compatibility factorization summarization level of scans at approximately 98.7999837%." Ron stared at Tim dumbfounded. He had no idea what was going on. "TR. Activate transreality warping mode Level Two." "Transreality warping mode Level Two now activated," replied the box. "Standing by for further instructions." Tim smiled in Ron's direction. "I think you're really going to love this next demo I've planned for you, Ron. TR. Initiate overlay of new scanned subject with the memory resident matrix file coded G187-I2245-R00004L." "Requested action inadvisable," said the box evenly. "Requested action increases probability of overstressing current local reality to levels near unity. "Safety protocols now being initialized... "Safety protocols now active... "Programming requires command override authorization code before proceeding further." Ron looked and felt relieved. He still didn't know what Tim thought he was doing, but whatever it was he didn't like the sound of it. It was all well beyond his understanding. Even worse, he didn't think Tim actually understood what he was doing either. When they'd been in high school, he'd always got better grades than Tim had, especially in science. Ron was beginning to wish that Tim had simply taken him out into the mall's parking lot and used his face as a punching bag. But Tim was still smiling. Even though he hadn't expected his gadget to refuse his last command, he was glad that his little brother Tom the child supergenius had given him the full and complete set of command codes for this new toy. "The command code for overriding safety protocols is 'Captain Kirk wears silk panties on the bridge of the Enterprise'." "Command code override of safety protocols accepted. Overlay of new subject matrix with specified stored matrix now commencing." The orangish-green light once again shot out from box. As it had done before, it slowly swept downward from Ron's head to his toes. Just like the last time, it didn't hurt. However, this time it made him feel kind of tingly all over. After several minutes had passed, the box announced, "Matrix overlay of subject with stored matrix complete. "Warning: Unable to adequately evaluate reality strain loads. "Warning: Reality stress index constants now entering flux state. "Warning: Probability of reality overload stress failure approaching unity. "Warning: Imminent likelihood of reality breach." "What the hell did you do, Tim?" screamed Ron. As best he could, Ron grabbed for his throat - his voice had sounded exceptionally odd. "Warning: Probability of reality inversion approaching unity." As the box kept spewing out additional warning messages that made little sense to Ron, Tim kept rapidly pushing buttons on it at random. "What the hell's going on?" asked a seriously agitated Ron. "What's happened to my voice? This isn't my voice!" "Warning: Will Robinson warning. Two plus two equals five." Increasing odd warning messages continued flowing without stop from the box. Ron wasn't certain, but he thought the warnings were coming faster. "Warning: The Klingons have little arachnids. They spin pretty webs of trilithium." "It's your voice now," replied Tim with amusement. He pushed a button on the transreality warper. "TR. Reset error mode. Then return full mobility to subject." "Error mode reset," replied the box. And with it the flood of warning messages ceased. Although it might have be his imagination, Ron thought the voice coming from the box sounded somehow calmer. "Full mobility now restored to subject. Per earlier command, incorporation of additional stored file G781-I2246-R90005LP into subject matrix now completed." "What the hell is this shit?" Ron was clearly panicky as his hand grabbed a handful of long blonde hair flowing downwards from his head. He felt peculiar as he began pacing nervously about the room - his butt and hips kept swaying about oddly from side to side. And he had the most peculiar sensation of a great deal of weight hanging from his chest. "You should take look at yourself," chuckled Tim. After an instant of concentration, he pushed the ENTER button on his odd box. A mirrored surface replaced an entire wall. "I really think you'll like what I've done with you, especially since I had so little with which to work. I know I love the results." Ron gasped as he saw his reflection. That couldn't possibly be him in the mirror. It was some girl - some very pretty girl - and he wasn't a girl. But she looked oddly familiar somehow. "Who's that girl in the mirror?" "That's you, Rhonda," replied Tim. "Who else would you expect to see reflected in a mirror except yourself?" "But that's not me!" exclaimed Ron. "My name's not Rhonda! And you know it." "Maybe it isn't your name in here, Rhonda, but it is to everyone outside this room," grinned Tim. "And, once you leave this room, you won't be able to answer to any name other than one everybody knows you as. That also means you won't be able to tell them anything about being Ronald Morgan. And after a while - probably sometime within the next few weeks - you'll probably no longer care that you were ever known as some male named Ron." "You can't do this to me." "I'm afraid it's a little late to tell me that, Rhonda dear - it's already a done deal." Tim looked at his transreality warper. "Good work, TR. Shutdown." "Shutdown commencing... "Downloading system files to memory... "Standby mode initiated... "It is now perfectly safe to power down your transreality warper." Tim pushed one of the buttons on the other side of the box and all the lights went out. "You really can't be too careful with something as powerful as this, Rhonda." He shoved the device back into his pocket. "C'mon, Rhonda. Your girl friends are waiting for us to rejoin them. Besides, I have another surprise waiting for you." "Can I pass?" asked Ron, casually sweeping his long blonde hair away from the front of his face. "I don't think I can take another surprise like this one." As Rhonda - although he still knew he was really Ron - followed Tim back to where they'd left Julie, Laura, and Brenda, he felt very uncomfortable having guys looking up and staring at him that way as he and Tim passed. As he joined the other girls, they were still giggling about something - only now Ron no longer found their giggling so annoying - and he actually wanted to join in their fun. *** Ron had no idea how long he spent giggling with the other girls. If he'd been asked, he didn't have the slightest inkling as to what they'd been giggling about for so long. It had just seemed the right thing to do. When he'd come back from that strange room that couldn't possibly exist with Tim, he'd just naturally gone over and joined the girls. He'd simply been compelled to giggle along with them without question. He couldn't stop himself; he had this need to fit in with his friends. But he'd also seen Tim looking his way without Julie noticing. And that odd look he'd seen in his eyes was something that troubled Ron. Even if his new female form were anatomically correct - which Ron knew it must be - surely Tim wasn't seriously considering doing that with him. Ron decided he had to escape from Tim and the girls. But how? And where? He wasn't all that keen on leaving Julie with an obviously insane, not to mention insufferable, asshole known to the world as Tim Ellison. But Ron also knew he had few other reasonable choices. Whatever other indignities Tim obviously had planned for him in this female body he now possessed, Ron had no intention of being subjected to them. Neither could he realistically expect any help from one of the girls; as far as they were concerned he was just another one of them. And all three of them were clearly under the control of Tim's little gadget. When Tim went over to talk with some friends that had just arrived, Ron was relieved. At least when Tim was with them, he wasn't constantly ogling him that way. And then suddenly, Ron realized that Tim had joined three *male* friends - Marty Ogden, Pete Sherman, and Eddie Carson. Counting Tim, there were four guys. And if he counted his newly transformed self among Julie, Laura, and Brenda, Ron guessed there were just enough girls to go around. This shit can't be happening to me, thought Ron. Ron knew he had to escape as soon as possible. As he looked around the nearby mall shops, Ron saw an odd-looking hand-painted sign above a small door he had never seen before. "When did they open that odd-looking place over there?" he mumbled. "Did you say something, Rhonda?" asked Julie. "Open what where?" asked Laura, her voice echoing the others' confusion. "That little shop over there," replied Ron. "What little shop?" Brenda quickly looked around. "Over where?" "There's no little shop over there, Rhonda," said Julie knowingly. Laura giggled. "One of us would have certainly known if they'd opened up a new shop in this mall." Once again, Ron looked over in the direction he'd seen the strange new shop. It was still there; it was right where he'd first seen it. But if he could see the odd-looking shop, why couldn't the other girls see it? Other girls? Just thinking of being one of the girls made Ron realize he must be more careful about what he was thinking. If he couldn't, he might end up thinking he was only another of the girls without knowing anything had even happened. "Maybe there's a good reason that I can see it and they can't," he mumbled. "I'll be right back," he told the girls, as he turned and started walking towards the unobtrusive door." "Where are you going, Rhonda?" asked Laura. "There's still no shop over there, Rhonda," added Brenda. Julie sighed, then shouted after Ron. "Tim isn't going to be happy when he comes back and you're not here!" Although he heard what all the girls had said, Ron ignored them. He didn't really give a shit what Tim Ellison thought about anything. Before Tim had transformed into Rhonda, he very likely would have turned around and shouted back 'Tim can kiss my butt!', but somehow that no longer sounded like the proper snappy retort he'd want to use with Tim Ellison. As he reached the small door, it certainly looked real enough. It definitely felt real enough as he grabbed the doorknob, twisted it, and watched the door slowly swing open. It was a little surprising to hear the tinkling of a little bell overhead as he stepped into the shop that seemed several times larger inside than was remotely possible from what he'd seen of it from the outside. A girl behind the counter looked up as he entered. "Hello Ronald. Welcome to Spells R Us," she said with a large smile. "I'm Dannie. I'm so glad you finally made it; we've been expecting you for some time. Now just wait here. I'll tell the master you've finally arrived." Ron stared after the pretty girl. Spells R Us? Master? Where the hell was he? But more importantly, unlike everyone else he'd come across since Tim had transformed him from a male into a female, this girl Dannie had called him Ronald... and not Rhonda. How was that possible? But if she somehow knew who he truly was, perhaps she or this master person she'd mentioned could change him back into the young man he'd been before Tim had warped his reality? As odd as everything that had happened to Ron had been, that seemed a good possibility. Ron felt a little disappointed when the pretty girl returned with an old man with a straggly white beard. The old man was wearing - for lack of a better description - a ragged old bathrobe. How could someone like him be of any help? "Greetings Ronald," said the old man with a smile. "Welcome to my little shop. Or, in acknowledge of your current appearance, would you prefer I called you Rhonda?" "My name's Rhonda Morgan," replied Ron, who was annoyed that he was unable to speak his real name, even though these people clearly knew who he was somehow. "Please forgive me, Rhonda. I'd forgotten Tim's little transreality warper gadget made it impossible for you to answer to your true names Ron or Ronald." The old man smiled at Ron. "You'd also be surprised how much help I can be." "How do you know what happened to me?" asked Ron. "He's a wizard, you silly dolt," snapped Dannie. "And wizards just know all sorts of things like that." "I think a little more compassion is in order, Dannie," said the old man without raising his voice. "Rhonda's already having a bad enough day as it is." "I'm sorry, Rhonda." Dannie's face had turned beet red with embarrassment. "Unlike my master, I just get tired of hearing people asking the same old stupid questions all the time." "That's all right, Dannie," replied Ron. "It's not really a problem for me." However, Ron's mind was swimming in near total confusion. "I assume you want to be male again. Is that correct?" Ron stared at the old man. "Well, yeah. Isn't that obvious? Can you help me out, sir?" "I won't have any problems returning your body to a male state. But unfortunately, I won't be able to restore you to your original male self." "Why not?" "It's because of Tim's transreality warper device. It's currently keyed to keeping your original form locked into your present shape," replied the wizard. "Were I to change you back into your former male form, then as soon as you walked out the door into the mall you'd quickly revert to this shape." "I see," replied Ron. "That wouldn't be very good." "It certainly wouldn't, Rhonda. That's unless you like being a girl, which isn't really all that bad," interrupted Dannie. "From what the master told me while we were in the back room, you'd probably wind up thinking even more like girl when you changed back. On top of all that, that awfully nasty Tim character has a case of the hots for you." "Shit!" swore Ron. "I knew it! I could tell by the way that horny bastard kept looking me over." "Even if I can't give you back your original male form, I can easily transform you into another male shape." "You can do that? What about that damn transreality warper?" "Yes, of course, he can do that," snapped Dannie. "He's a wizard. Or don't you remember?" "The device is keyed to your original male form," added the wizard. "It simply won't recognize another male as the male it's supposed to maintain as Rhonda." "Then do it!" exclaimed Ron. "However, there is still something about which you must be warned," said the old man. "It is very likely the leakage from Tim's homemade transreality warper device might still cause additional unexpected problems on your return to the mall. The simple act of changing you from male Ron to female Rhonda appears to have torn open a small rift in the fabric of reality that only the Eternal Guardians of Reality will be able to properly mend. I've informed them, but, as busy as they are, it might take a few hours for one of them to get around to sealing it off." "I don't care about any of that. Just do it." The old man turned to Dannie. "Have you been studying your lessons for the week, apprentice?" "Oh yes, master." Dannie sounded excited. "And I think I'm ready." "Very well, then," smiled the old man, knowing full well that Ron was wondering what was now transpiring. "Change Rhonda back into a fine young man." "What?" exclaimed Ron in surprise. "Yes, master. At once." Gesturing at Rhonda with one hand, Dannie swiftly cast her spell before Ron could react. Within a heartbeat, Rhonda had become fully male again. A quick bodily examination told him he wasn't the same man he'd been before, but the old man had already explained why he'd be different. His hair was a few shades lighter in color than it had been as his former male self, but it was darker than Rhonda's had been. And even though his hair was several inches shorter than Rhonda's had been, it was still longer than he'd ever worn it as Ron. He was also taller and lankier in stature. With caution, one of Ron's hands slid down to his crotch. And, once there, Ron sighed with great relief. The return of his manhood had been confirmed. Although it made Ron somewhat nervous, the old man looked Ron over carefully. "Excellent work, Dannie," said the old man finally. "You've earned a well-deserved passing mark for instantaneous transmogrification." "Thank you, master," she beamed. Even Ron could tell that the old man's young apprentice was quite pleased with earning her master's praise. "Thank you, sir. I'll never forget this," Ron told the old man. "And I'll never forget what you've done for me either, Dannie." Ron was pleased with the return of a male sounding voice to his throat. He wished it could be his old voice, but he realized there was no reason to take any foolish chances. "Even if it's not what I'm best known for, this was all in a day's work, Ron. I assume you can answer to that name once again." "Let's find out," Ron replied nervously. "My name is Ronald Morgan." "Excellent. Is there anything else you need?" "I don't think so, sir. I would like to thank you both again," said Ron. "However, I think I'd better return to the mall. I wonder if Tim's even missed Rhonda yet? Are they ever going to be in for a big surprise when they can't find her." Ron chuckled as he turned and walked toward the door. Dannie watched as the new Ron opened the door - the little bell above it once again tinkling as he did. But as door closed behind Ron, she turned back to her master questioningly. "Shouldn't you have told him we couldn't help him once he left the shop because of complications caused by the reality rift." "Why? Ron's a bright boy," smiled the wizard. "I'm certain he'll figure it out soon enough all by himself, my young apprentice. Besides, I wouldn't want to alarm him needlessly about that small possibility of reality unweaving itself were he allowed to return here before the rift can be sealed." Ron felt a little anxious as he left the strange old man's equally strange little shop. Although he hadn't been female for all that long a time, he was still happy to be male again, even if he wasn't exactly himself. And despite what the wizard had told him, he was still apprehensive about Tim's impossible transreality warper gizmo. He was still worried it might transform his new male body back into that girl again. Ron felt a great sense of relief flood through him as the door of the old man's shop closed behind him and nothing out of the ordinary happened to him. He smiled as he glanced over in the general direction where he'd last seen them. That dumb shit Tim was arguing loudly with the three girls. "Just where the hell did Rhonda run off to?" asked Tim angrily. "That stupid little bitch couldn't have just vanished." "But I told you, Timmy Wimmy," said Julie nearly in tears. "I don't know where she went." "Rhonda told us she was going over to that little shop over there," added Brenda, as she pointed in the general direction where Ron was standing. Tim looked over in the direction where Brenda was pointing. He saw Ron standing there looking at them and wondered what his problem was. But, since he was neither the girl he sought nor the old Ron - someone Tim never expected to see again in this lifetime - Tim ignored him. "There's no little shop over there, you stupid cow," snapped Tim. "There's no fucking shop over there, period." "We told her that, Tim," said Laura. "But I don't think she believed us, Timmy Wimmy," added Julie. "She just went over there anyway." "Shit," muttered Tim. "I wasn't gone that long; where the hell could that dumb bitch have run off to?" As Tim continued fuming, he still considered himself fortunate that Rhonda couldn't tell anyone she was really Ronald Morgan instead of Rhonda Morgan as she appeared. Tim turned to his buddies. "We need to search this mall for Rhonda," he told them. "She's stupidly wandered off. Pete, take the north side. Marty, you search the south side. The east side is yours, Eddie. I'll take the girls with me and check out the west side. We'll meet back here." For a few seconds the guys grumbled - probably about Tim keeping all the girls with him - but they soon set out in the directions Tim had sent them. It was clear to Ron that they'd each been given his own small demonstration of the power of the transreality warper. Ron couldn't keep from smiling as he watched them. Knowing Tim as he did, he could almost imagine what that dumb asshole was thinking. He was also thoroughly enjoying Tim's current state of distress over the disappearance of his former female self. However, he was also beginning to wonder how he'd ever get his own body back without being turned into Rhonda again. As Ron started walking away, he was suddenly startled at hearing a gruff male voice from behind him. "Excuse me, sir," said the voice. "Could I have a few words with you." Turning around, Ron saw a middle-aged, balding and slightly overweight uniformed mall security guard and an attractive, but apparently quite angry, black woman standing beside him. "Sure, I suppose so," replied Ron. "What's wrong?" "I'm Jess, mall security, sir." He flashed his badge so quickly, Ron couldn't tell if it were real or not. "The mall has had a complaint that I, as a mall security officer, must investigate." "A complaint? What kind of complaint?" asked Ron with surprise. "What's it about? And how may I help you, officer?" "You can give me back my body!" screamed the black woman. "You're nothing but a body stealing crook, you goddamn whore." "What did you call me?" "You heard what I said, you damn bitch." "Please try to keep calm, ma'am," said Jeff. "I'm no ma'am," snapped the woman. "Yes, ma'am. Whatever you say," replied the guard. "Now please let me do my job." "Then do it, you fat turd," scowled the woman. "Just be quick about it - I have places to go and I can't go to any of them looking like this." The security guard glared at the young woman for several moments. Ron could almost hear him saying 'Why me?'. Finally, he turned his full attention back to Ron and the matter at hand. "Can I have your name, sir?" "Sure thing, officer," replied Ron, still wondering what this could be all about. "My name's Ron Morgan," he answered without giving it much thought. "See," smiled the woman knowingly. "What did I tell you?" "Yes, ma'am," replied Jeff calmly. Although the young woman glared at him angrily, she said nothing more. Obviously she'd decided things would probably go more smoothly if she just kept quiet. "Can I see some ID, sir?" "Of course." Ron pulled out his wallet and started looking for his driver's license. It wasn't where he usually kept it, but that didn't surprise him - this entire body hadn't been his this morning either. When he finally found it after several minutes of looking, he was so relieved that he handed it to the security guard without taking the time to look at it first. The mall security guard stared at the driver's license intently for only a few moments. "Very interesting," he commented, as he kept looking back and forth between Ron and the woman as if he were mentally comparing them. He turned back to the young woman to ask her the next question. "What is your name, ma'am?" "It's the same as it was when I told you the last time you asked, stupid," snarled the young woman. But a stern look from the guard told her she'd better answer his question. "My name's Darren Norton." Darren? That's an odd name for a woman, thought Ron. But then he'd always known some parents could be a little weird when it came to naming their children. Jeff took a longer look at the license in his hand. After passing several more glances back and forth between Ron and the woman named Darren, the guard asked the woman, "Do you have any ID with you, ma'am." "Just how many times must I tell you I'm not a ma'am and this isn't my body?" "That's totally irrelevant, ma'am," replied Jeff. "Whether or not this is or isn't your body, ma'am, you must still show me the ID you're carrying when I ask for it, ma'am." "Officious twit," muttered Darren. "Very well." Darren opened her large purse and fumbled through its contents as if she didn't know where anything was. After finally finding her wallet, it took her several additional minutes to find her driver's license. Ron saw her smile, as she looked it over, before handing it over to the guard. "I hope this is what you're looking for," she said in a sweet sugary voice. The guard looked over the new license, briefly. He then stared at Ron for a moment, before repeating his actions with the young woman. "I've seen enough," he announced, then turned to Ron. "Don't move a muscle," he ordered. "It's very obvious to me you're a body hijacker, sir." Seemingly from out of thin air, Jeff pulled what could best be described as an extra large turkey wishbone - one from a fowl easily in the neighborhood of 185 pounds - made from some odd translucent material mounted on a pistol stock. As soon as he pointed the thing at Ron, the guard 'pulled the trigger' freezing Ron instantly. "Now, ma'am, if you wouldn't mind, please stand beside your currently immobilized, but previously purloined, body." Without a word of complaint, Darren did exactly as she was asked. Once she was in position, Jeff turned a black knob on the wishbone's side, then pulled its trigger again. As the device activated, Ron suddenly felt odd. After several minutes that peculiar sense of oddness passed. However, he also quickly realized that his body was still frozen in place. He began wondering what they were going to do to him and when they were going to do it. Although Ron couldn't see them, he could hear the exchange going on between Jeff the security guard and the young black woman oddly named Darren Norton. Only now, she didn't exactly sound like a woman. But even more strangely, her voice did ring a more familiar in his ears than it had before. "Here's your license, sir." "Thank you, officer," replied Darren. "You really must be more careful with your body, Mr. Norton. You're been very lucky this time, young man. Statistics show that most people who have their bodies hijacked never see them again." "I will definitely be more careful in the future, officer. Thank you again for all your assistance." "I'm just doing my job, sir," replied Jeff with pride. He flicked the switch on the wishbone-shaped device that released the field holding Ron immobile. He held out the license. "And here's your real ID, Miss Ronna Morgan." "Ronna Morgan? I'm not Ronna Morgan," mumbled Ron, as he reached out to take his license. But in sheer disbelief, he stared at his dark-skinned arm and the dainty hand at its end with the long slender fingers and long brightly painted nails. As he stood there in shock, he recognized the weight on his chest as a pair of well-developed female breasts. "Oh shit, not again," he muttered in a voice about two octaves higher than it should have been. When Ron turned around, he saw Darren Norton - clearly now in his former male body - had joined Tim Ellison and the three girls. They'd clearly not gone off to check the west mall as Tim had told his friends they would. While Ron wondered why they'd stayed, he was also worried they might have heard something that identified him. But even if Tim had heard their entire conversation would he even realize that the black woman named Ronna Morgan was actually the same Ronald Morgan guy he'd earlier turned into the busty blonde Rhonda Morgan. "Jeez, can you guys believe that," he heard Darren tell them. "After having a little fun that damn whore over there tried stealing my body." He then leaned over and kissed Brenda Allison passionately. More surprisingly - at least to Ron - Brenda more than eagerly kissed him back in kind. "What the hell's going on around here?" whispered Ron. "Things keep getting weirder and weirder." And as one of his new dainty hands slid slowly across his equally new breasts, the other one was confirming the return of the woman's slit in his crotch. "I don't believe this shit. Things can't get any worse than this." But Ron was wrong. Things could get worse. And, in full accordance with one of the most basic corollaries of Murphy's Laws, since things could get worse, they did. "Miss Ronna Morgan," said Jeff in an officious tone of voice. "I'm placing you under arrest for body hijacking." "But you can't arrest me, officer." Ron knew he was now in a lot of trouble and needed some help pretty damn fast. Hadn't that strange old man and his pretty apprentice offered to help him? However, when he looked back where he'd entered that peculiar wizard's equally peculiar shop, neither the door nor the odd little sign that had hung above it were anywhere to be seen. *** Arrested? Ron couldn't believe he was being arrested for stealing a body that wasn't his. But then, he could understand how someone might think he'd stolen it. But even though the body in which he'd been caught hadn't actually been his, he still hadn't stolen it. That pretty apprentice of the odd old man had put him in that body; he was just an innocent bystander caught in the middle. On the other hand, it might not have been Dannie's fault entirely - Ron had never liked blaming others, especially females who were so pretty, for his problems. It was more probable, Ron realized, that the tear in the fabric of reality the old man had mentioned was the true source of his current problem. Besides when had something like body hijacking become common enough for mall security guards to be carrying around strange devices that could forcibly exchange bodies? He'd never heard of any new laws being passed defining body hijacking as a criminal act, not that Ron believed it should be legal in any event. That old man could easily vouch for him. But where had he and his odd little shop disappeared? Hadn't the old man also told him that weird things might continue happening until that rip in the fabric of reality opened by Tim's use of that weird transreality warper device was repaired. Ron looked down at his thin black feminine arms with the handcuffs on each wrist. He certainly had no doubts about this qualifying as something weird. How could things get any weirder than this? As Jeff was leading the disconsolate Ron wherever it was he was being taken, Ron knew men were staring at him. Oddly, their lusty stares didn't really bother him very much, even though those stares should bother him. Men always stared at attractive women, rationalized Ron, although he couldn't help thinking that the handcuffs on his wrists were turning some of them on. Suddenly, Ron heard an unfamiliar voice shouting. "Wait up, Jeff! Just where do you think your going with my girl?" Unexpectedly, the guard stopped, then turned in the direction of the voice. As Ron turned with him - he didn't have much choice in the matter - he saw the source of the voice walking towards him. It was a huge black man, although huge simply wasn't adequate enough to describe his mammoth size. And despite his own currently small, but quite statuesque form, Ron wasn't all that sure he liked the idea of being thought that man's or, for that matter, anyone's girl. "I'm really sorry about this, Junior - Ronna's being arrested." Junior, thought Ron? That impersonation of a small mountain is called Junior? "Why's she being busted?" asked Junior. "What'd she do?" "She was caught body hijacking." "Is that all?" Junior almost sounded relieved. "Just let me take her back to the house. I'll make sure she doesn't do something so stupid again." Ron became more worried. Junior had just mentioned the house? And that Darren fellow had called him a whore earlier. Ron didn't like the sound of where any of this all appeared to be heading. "I can't do that, Junior. Ronna broke the law. And I can't have anybody breaking the law on my beat." Junior smiled. It was a smile that made Ron - although he had no idea why it should - feel more nervous than before. "Was anyone hurt?" "No," replied Jess. "Just a little inconvenienced is all." Ron stared nervously at Junior. As much as he didn't want to go to jail, neither did he have any great desire to go anywhere with Junior. And yet, for some odd reason he couldn't explain, the massive Junior had begun looking really good to him. Ron wondered what could be wrong with him. He'd never had those kinds of thoughts about any man before, no matter how good looking he'd found that man to be. "If that's the case, then why don't you just release her to me." "I can't do that, Junior. It wouldn't be legal." "Maybe. Maybe not," smiled Junior. "But if you'll release Ronna to me, I'll see to it you get one of those big bonuses. You could use one of them - couldn't you?" Jeff the guard looked around cautiously. "I sure could," he smiled back at Junior. "Take her, Junior. Just make sure I don't catch her hijacking bodies on my beat again." "There won't be any more problems with her, Jeff. You have my word." Junior watched the guard undo the cuffs. "C'mon Ronna. We must return to the house. We have many things to talk about." "Yes, Junior," replied Ron sexily. He'd wanted to sound meek, but Ron wondered from where that sensual sounding voice had come. However, he worried about that only until he started walking; he was convinced he'd quickly throw his ass out of joint. As Ron was walking wherever they were going, he could feel the eyes of passing men on him. It wasn't exactly the same feeling as when he'd been with the guard. He could almost sense the more intensely lusty thoughts coming from all of them. Even though his mind still didn't approve of any of this, his body seemed to be enjoying every minute of it. And as a result, when each new guy passed by, his female body kept trying to exaggerate the swinging of his ass even more. But even more troublesome to Ron's mind was the way his body constantly gyrated kept feeling more and more natural with each new step he took. And then Ron gasped as he saw the shop for which they were heading. He couldn't believe his eyes. When had "Junior's Little House of Ho" been allowed to open in the mall. Junior politely opened the door for him; Ron could do little else but enter. As soon as Ron entered, he caught sight of his reflection in one of the many mirrored walls. Ron could easily see why all the men had been staring at him. When he'd first seen this woman he'd since become, he'd considered her attractive. However, he now thought her beautiful. His change of opinion was a little unnerving. He didn't know if it resulted from the alteration of his perspective from the male he'd been to the female he'd become or, even worse, if this last change might have sped up his acceptance of his female state caused by the transreality warper. Ron also wondered what a hot babe like him was doing working in a dump like this for someone like Junior. Junior entered behind him. Failing to notice that his girl was checking herself out in the mirror, Ron closed the door behind them. And after locking the door - an act in itself that worried Ron - he turned over the sign so that the "Cerrado" side pointed out into the mall instead of the "Albierto". The worried Ron had no idea what to say to Junior. And he sure as hell had no idea what to expect from him. Ron had never been, or even had nightmares of being, either a whore before. Simply being black wouldn't have been so bad; he figured he could get used to being black. But being a whore on top of that was another matter entirely. And if Junior were his sweet man as it appeared he were, just how could the small weak female he'd become ever hope to best a walking mountain. "Let's go back to your room, Ronna," said Junior calmly. "We need to talk about a few things." Trying to swallow, Ron found he couldn't. He was far too nervous. "Okay," he said simply, as he let Junior lead him to Ronna's room. His best hope at that moment would be Junior wasn't contemplating making an example of him to the rest of his girls. "I can't understand why you tried stealing another broad's body, Ronna. You already got the best bod in the whole damn mall, babe." "I do, Junior?" smiled Ron. He was suddenly feeling much better about his situation; he realized this tete-a-tete with Junior the Mountain might not be anywhere near as bad as he'd been expecting. "Of course you do, girl. Why do I keep having to tell you that. There ain't no girl's body you could possibly steal that could ever be better than your own. But I guess I'm gonna have to show you how much you mean to me." Ron wondered what he meant. "Although I don't think you need it, I'm gonna give you what you've been begging me for so badly for the last few months." "You'll do that for me, Junior?" smiled Ron sexily. Although he was trying to keep himself under control, his body began tingling with anticipation. Even if having sex with Junior wasn't exactly the most pleasant of thoughts, Ron couldn't think of anything else that Ronna might have been begging Junior for. Besides it might prove to be an interesting experience. After all, just when had a little good old-fashioned sex ever hurt anybody? But as Ron watched, Junior pulled a long thin rod from his shirt pocket. That was pretty damn boring, he thought, even while wondering how something so long could have possibly fit in his shirt pocket. "What's that, Junior?" "This is my magic wand, Ronna baby." Junior smiled at Ron. "Surely you must remember my magic wand." Ron stared at the big man in disbelief. This man - his newly obtained body's obligatory sweet man, who could easily spend his vacations masquerading as a mountain range - had a magic wand. But it certainly wasn't anything like the magic wand he'd pictured Junior having. Ron wondered where the pixies and fairies were hidden, and just when they'd show up. Junior pointed the alleged magic wand at Ron's chest. "48FF," was all he said. Ron suddenly felt a little off. His recently obtained breasts began tingling. "Oh my," he mumbled, as he realized what Junior must have done. Even though his breasts hadn't been what he'd considered small before, they were now swelling even larger. When the tingling in them finally ceased, he was certain he had a matching pair of 48FF boobs. They felt simply enormous hanging on his chest. And as soon as his hand brushed against one of them, Ron shivered with an intense pleasure unlike anything he'd ever felt before. "Now isn't that better than stealing some other broad's body, Ronna?" Ron's mind was spinning wildly. Unable to believe how good stroking his large breasts made him feel, he was glad that neither he nor that poor excuse for a guard had mentioned he'd been caught in a male body. If Junior had known that little detail, he might have decided against giving him these great boobs. Ron shook his head. "What the hell am I thinking?" he muttered. And then suddenly, Ron decided to make his move, as unexpectedly he snatched the magic wand away from a very surprised Junior. "Now it's my turn to play with your wand, Junior," he breathed sexily. Junior didn't seem overly worried. "Don't do anything you'll regret, babe." "I don't intend to," replied Ron, still alternately caressing his breasts with his free hand. He just couldn't stop stroking his breasts. Every time he'd tried, he'd failed; it had just felt too good. As Ron realized he had to do something drastic in order to start thinking straight again, he pointed the wand at Junior. "Swap bodies with me." Flash. Ron suddenly found himself in Junior's hulky body looking at Ronna's mammothly breasted frame, where he assumed Junior's mind had now taken up residence. Ron couldn't believe how powerful he felt in control of Junior's body. He was fairly certain he could get used to being a mountain disguised as a man. "That wasn't a real bright move, Ronna." The voice from the female frame spoke with all of Junior's harshness, but in Ronna's dulcet tones. As Ron's attention returned to Junior, he swore, "Oh shit!" He'd just realized that it was Ronna's body - with one thoroughly pissed off Junior at the helm - who was still holding the magic wand in her hand. "Freeze, slut," commanded Junior in Ronna's voice. And Ron in Junior's body froze. "That was a real stupid move, Ronna," he snarled sexily. Without any conscious thought of what he was doing, Junior began rubbing his free hand against his new large and very sensitive breasts. "I just thought you were upset about not getting these big boobs before. But for the life of me, I can't believe you'd ever give up such a sweet feeling as this just trying to get away from me." Junior moaned softly, as he continued caressing his breasts. "I wonder what I oughta do with you now, Ronna." He moaned softly once again. "Damn," he scowled. "It's too damn hard to think when I'm so aroused." He clutched the wand tightly. "First things first, Ronna." He pointed the wand at his former body. "Put us back exactly the way we were before Ronna swapped bodies with me." Flash. Suddenly Ron could move again. But along with the return of movement to his body came the quick realization that he was once more in possession of the lovely Ronna's body with her massive mammaries. However, there was one additional bonus to becoming Ronna this time. Once more, Ron held the magic wand in his pretty little hand. "What the hell did I just do?" groaned Junior, as he just as quickly realized his latest blunder. "Something I don't intend to repeat again." Ron touched the wand to his large 48FF breasts. "Normal Sensitivity." He felt only a brief tingling and afterwards he felt - for lack of a better word - normal. Or at least as normal as any guy, who was in possession of such an extraordinarily buxom female form, could ever hope to feel. "I'm warning you, Ronna," snarled Junior. "If you give my wand back to me right now, I won't hold this against you. I'll let you keep your enlarged tits." Junior sounded so ominous. And he was so damn big. But Ron also knew that the wand in his hand was the great equalizer. "I don't think so." He pointed the wand at Junior. "While I have the wand, all changes will be made slowly and without any attendant pyrotechnics." Nothing happened, but Ron hadn't expected any changes. "Be the same height as me." As Ron watched Junior's height began steadily decreasing, but at same time he wasn't losing any of his great weight. "Weigh the same as me. And have that weight distributed exactly the same as mine is." Quite pleased with himself for his ingenuity, Ron watched Junior's sizable girth rapidly melt away with what remained quickly redistributing itself along his own more feminine appearance. "Grow a nice pair of boobs just as large as mine." And two large mounds of woman's flesh measuring 48FF quickly swelled and took form on Junior's chest. "Have female genitalia." For an instant, Junior looked as if someone wearing iron boots had kicked him in the crotch, but his pain and anguish passed quickly. "Lust only after men." Once again there were no evident physical changes, but Ron could see several changes taking place in Junior's eyes as the former man lost all interest in Ron's physically female frame. "For all intents and purposes, be Junika the sexy geisha." While Ron watched, the new girl's hair turned jet black. Appearing soft and silky, it rapidly flowed out from Junika's scalp to the floor. What little remained of the black man's face lightened somewhat, while remolding as if made of clay into Junika's sexy Japanese face. Ron stared at the remade Junior. Never before had he seen a Japanese woman with 48FF breasts. Although she was a hot babe just the way she was, Ron was considering shrinking her breasts to a size that would be more manageable for her. "Where are all the men, girl?" asked Junika in sexy tones that excited Ron still further, even though his body was still very female in form. Junika frowned as she saw the sign in the window. "Why is the shop closed so early, girl?" "We'll be opening up again in just a few minutes, Junika." "Why should we wait for shop to open? Why not you and I start now?" With Ron watching her closely, Junika strolled over to him and calmly snatched the magic wand out of his hands. "Give that back to me, Junika." "No way, little girlie," grinned the new girl mischievously as she pointed the wand right at Ron. "Girlie now become big strong white stallion." Flash. As Ron looked down at Junika, he felt odder than he'd ever felt before. Why had she made him so tall? He could tell he was male again, even though he couldn't seem to make one of his hands seek out his crotch for a confirmation. And he felt so incredibly powerful - even more than when he'd possessed Junior's body - just standing there idly swishing his white tail back and forth. However, at the same time, Ron wondered what Junika, who he'd made so awesomely sexy in the mold of his former female body, had done to herself with the wand. She just looked so terribly unappealing. Junika was appalled at the result of her use of the wand on the girl. "That's not what I meant, stupid stick." Once again she pointed the wand at the large white stallion she'd unintentionally made from Ron. "Do things right this time, stick. You are not a horse stallion. You are a big strong handsome man stallion." Flash. And Ron was human once again. He was still clearly bigger and stronger than he'd ever been before. His short hair was the same jet black color as hers. Clearly Junika liked her men on the large side. And whatever she'd done to herself before, she'd clearly corrected the problem; she was gorgeous again. But Ron was somewhat surprised that he was a Caucasian again. It wasn't really all that important to him, but, once he'd realized how Junika was going to use the wand to make him a man, he'd expected to either remain black or perhaps turn Japanese himself. Ron also wondered why he had this sudden odd craving for wild oats. But in spite of Junika controlling the wand again, Ron still thought everything had turned out fairly well. Only Junika apparently wasn't quite finished using the wand. "That is much better, stick," she smiled. "You love Junika now." Flash. Ron realized he was staring hungrily at the sexiest girl in the entire world. It didn't matter to him that only a few short minutes earlier she'd been a mountain of a man lusting after his own female body. But that was earlier and no longer of any real importance. Besides, his penis was fully engorged and aching for action. She pointed the wand at Ron again. "Now big strong handsome man fuck Junika silly." Flash. Ron found himself in a large bed in a room in the back facing Junika lying beneath him. He didn't know how they'd got there, but he really didn't give a damn how it had happened as long as they were together. They were both buck naked - not that either of them would have noticed or given a shit anyway - and busily humping like oversexed horny bunny rabbits high on speed. "Ow!" exclaimed Junika suddenly, although Ron never missed a beat. "No longer need long stupid stick in bed." With a casual toss, Junika flung the wand onto the floor on Ron's side of their bed, where she was reasonably certain it would never get in her way again. When Ron awoke after his nap - he didn't remember falling asleep - he didn't have too good of an idea how much time had passed while he'd been busily fucking Junika. As far as he knew, they could have easily been together for days or weeks. Perhaps it had been months. Junika was insatiable; she was just too incredible in bed for mere words to adequately describe. But as soon as Ron looked over at the clock on the nightstand, he was more than just a little dismayed by what he saw. He didn't know how it could be possible. He and Junika had been together for slightly less time than he had at first thought. It wasn't months. Or weeks. Or even days. But it couldn't possibly have been only eighty-seven and a half minutes that they'd been together - including the time they'd both been sleeping. It certainly seemed longer than that. As he gazed at the slumbering Junika, he couldn't believe how sexily she snored. Even though she was still absolutely gorgeous, Ron clearly remembered her from her previous bulky male incarnation of the mountainous appearing Junior. Ron loved her madly, even though he knew he hadn't been given a choice in the matter. Certain that he would have made her his bed partner anyway, Ron decided the old adage must be true about true love being blind - especially when he had a real hot babe lying beside him. When he jumped out of bed, Ron stepped on something lying on the floor. "Ow," he mumbled, quickly covering his mouth with his hand so he wouldn't wake Junika. As he shifted his weight, Ron heard an ominous crack. He reached down and picked up the wand - or rather, both pieces of it. "Shit," he grumbled looking at the broken wand. But maybe, he hoped, it would still work. Holding the two pieces firmly together - Ron wished he had some duct tape - he pointed the wand at the chair in the corner of the room. "Be a cigar store Indian," was the first thing that popped into his mind. But nothing happened to the chair. It was still a chair. And still a damned uncomfortable and ugly one to boot. "Okay, I've broken the magic wand that wasn't mine to break in the first place," muttered Ron. "It would have been nice to have that magic wand available in case of an emergency. I could have used it to protect myself until the tear in reality is finally fixed." On the other hand, Ron wasn't about to change anything about this strong male body Junika had wished up for him. Not only was it big and powerful, it was nearly perfect to horse around in. It was also far superior to any of the male bodies he'd ever had before. So what if this were only his third male body of his lifetime. Horse around in? Why had he thought something as stupid as that was amusing? And he certainly wasn't about to make any changes in Junika either. Well, actually that wasn't precisely true. He would have really liked to do a little something to pare down that insatiable sex drive of hers to something a little more manageable. Although, it was true her lust for men was all his fault, she'd clearly worn him to a frazzle in less than eighty-eight minutes - including his naptime. And he was convinced that as soon as Junika woke up they'd be up and at it all over again. Even if he were extremely careful, she'd probably end up oversexing him to death. It might be an interesting way to go, but Ron was quite certain he wasn't ready to expire in their bed. As he slowly got dressed, Ron was surprised that he found a pair of pants and a shirt that fit his fantastic new masculine hunk of a body so perfectly. He figured that the wand must have taken care of all those minor little piddly details when Junika had used it to turn Ronna into the man he'd now become. Seeking a little fresh air, he went out into the mall through the door he'd entered as Ronna. Ron was surprised that the place he'd just exited had now become "Junika's House of the Mysterious East". Even to the most casual observer there could be no mystery about what went on behind that closed door. Some prudish women walking by pointed at the shop and turned their noses up in the air when the saw him. Ron wondered how it - like "Junior's House of Ho" that it had been before he'd transformed Junior - had ever been allowed to open in the mall. Suddenly feeling a tugging on his pants leg, Ron looked down to see a scruffy young boy of no more than twelve years of age. "Wanna make a wish mister," asked the boy. "A wish? Where would I make a wish around here?" "You can make a wish in my magic wishing well, of course," replied the boy pointing to a well Ron had never seen before. "Where'd you think you'd make a wish but in my wishing well?" "Where'd that come from? How does it work?" "You never question from where the magic comes, sir. It's not the polite thing to do." The young boy looked annoyed. "And it works just like any other magic wishing well works. All you do is just toss any coin you got with you into it, while making yourself a wish." "Any coin?" asked Ron. "Don't you know nothing, mister? Didn't I just tell you that any coin tossed into my magic well will do the trick?" The young boy smiled in a way that made Ron wonder