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SRU Hose By WEKM Jon was wandering about the mall while his wife Joanne was getting her hair done. Now Jon knew the mall fairly well and had an excellent sense of direction. He prided himself on it. He also had an uncanny memory for the placement of stores in malls as well. He could probably find his way to any shop in any mall he had ever been to weather he had been in the shop or not. He just seemed to be able to see the malls in his head, a trait that his wife had found either annoying or a godsend, depending on her mood. So you can kind of understand why he was so baffled, and had stopped dead in his tracks, before this current storefront. He couldn't remember this shop being here last week, yet in his little mental mall map inventory it did strike a cord. He had seen this exact shop several years back in a southern Florida mall, before he had met Joanne, while he was in the Marines. Now, just so you don't think that it was just a trick that his memory was playing, you have to understand this was a very distinct storefront. First of all it had a door. You almost never saw a mall store with a door, except for maybe some Victoria's Secret shops, but that is another matter. Also the storefront had the look of a quaint old- world shop, all wood and leaded glass. Over the door hung a sign saying "Spells R Us". Now the reason this store stuck out in his mind as it did is that he had always been a lover of magic and fantasy. But, on the day he had seen that store, he was running through that mall to get to the food court to pick up a package of "brand name" cinnamon rolls for a friend. He was on his way to the airport and he could not afford to miss his flight. He'd been on leave and was catching the last flight in a long string of them traveling back across the country. This last leg would take him back down to a little base he was stationed at in Cuba called Guantanamo Bay. Please no questions or comments about the Tom Cruise/Jack Nicholson movie. He was down there long after that. But yes, that sort if thing did use to go on down there. Then, the shop had caught his attention though, just as this one had now. He could swear it was identical right down to the window display. But that was impossible. The whole thing gave him a chill for a second. Maybe it was just a trick of his memory tough, he thought as he opened the door and walked in. A bell tinkled as the door opened and closed, yet he didn't see one attached to it. "Jon! I'm glad you could make it this time. I was sorry to have missed you last time." The voice came from an old bearded man behind the counter. He appeared to be wearing a bathrobe made to look like a wizards robe with symbols sewn on it badly. "Hurmf! That is the first time anyone has critiqued my sewing skills." He continued. Jon looked at him in a start, then narrowed his eyes and said, "This shop shouldn't be HERE. This shop COULDN'T be here." Indicating it's larger size on the inside than was possible for the area it took up in the mall. "And YOU, shouldn't be able to read my mind." Jon walked up to the counter and stuck his hand out. "It is an honor to meet a true wizard." The old man behind the counter nearly choked, and Jon heard laughter come from down low to his side. He looked down and nearly jumped out of his skin to see a VERY large wolf with his paws over his muzzle trying to contain his giggles. The old man finally reached over and shook Jon's outstretched hand. "Young man, don't do that. I'm not use to being the one surprised here in my own shop." "Sorry. It just seemed the only explanation. Now, what can I do for you." Jon replied. The old man actually jumped at that. The wolf broke out in to full-blown laughter, rolling over on his back with his paws on his stomach as he tried to stop. The old man composed himself and, as the wolf got his self under control, said, "Do that again and I swear I'll turn you into a goldfish. My nerves can't handle multiple shocks like that." Jon took an involuntary step back bringing his hands up. "I'm sorry again. You are the one who is supposed to offer me something, right? I just have a habit of saying that from work." The "wizard" looked at him and said, "Anyone can say something like that out of reflex. You actually mean it when you say it. That was what took me off guard. You have no idea how rare it is to actually have someone offer ME help genuinely. All those stories people keep putting up on the Internet don't help my image either." "What was that?" Jon asked confused. "Nothing. Now, let's do this proper. What can I do for YOU?" The wizard asked. Scratching his head Jon looked around the shop. Lots of nick knacks, costumes, bits of magical paraphernalia all about, but nothing caught his interest. "I'm not sure. I can't think of anything right now." The old man pulled out a bottle from under the counter. "How about a potion/perfume for your wife? This one is called Dream Girl. Guaranteed to turn the wearer into your dream girl." Jon just laughed, "I'm already married to my dream girl. That would be a waste of my money." The wizard smiled. "Okay, how about some costumes for some sexual role playing?" Looking at the selections Jon said, "Nah, Our sex life is pretty good. Besides Joanne is the more adventurous one. She should be the one to pick out something like that. What else have you got?" Pulling out a small box from under the counter the old man opened it up to reveal a beautiful ring. "This is a ring of three wishes. I don't offer this to just anyone, but you have surprised me twice. I figure you deserve something for that." Jon took the box and looked at the ring. It was very well made and would look rather handsome as a wedding ring, which he didn't have. "No thank you." He said, handing the ring back. "I've read too many books and stories about wishes going bad to tempt anything like that." The wizard smiled. "You are a treat for a change. Do you know how many people just take whatever without thinking about it? Never mind the numbers who never read or listen to the instructions. But again, that is another matter entirely. Perhaps you would be interested in these." The wizard indicated a basket at the end of the counter. Jon knew that spot had been bare a few moments before, but declined to comment on it. He looked over at it. Inside were packages of pantyhose. Jon picked up one of the packages. The label said that it contained three pairs, one Black, one Nude and one Suntan. Jon's favorite colors for hose. The package claimed to make the wearer's legs more sexy and beautiful, guaranteed. "I am having a special on those right now. Two packages for the price of one." The old man commented. Jon took out two packs and asked, "How much?" "Fifteen dollars for both, including tax." The wizard replied. Jon picked up two more packages that were also his wife's size and put them on the counter. He pulled out a fifty-dollar bill and laid it on the counter. "I'd also like a twenty dollar gift certificate." The old man's head jerked up from his antique cash register, eyes wide. Jon threw up his hands. "I don't want to be a goldfish!" The old man waited for the wolf to finish his laughter then said first to the wolf, "Keep it up and I'll change you into a Hyena." then to Jon. "Sorry, someone asking for a gift certificate is even rarer than those who think about things before they buy them from me." He took the fifty and pulled an old parchment envelope out of his bathrobe pocket. He removed a gold leaf certificate and filled in "$20.00" in the amount box with a fountain pen. Then he put it back in the envelope and put the four packages of pantyhose in a bag and the envelope on top. "Now whoever you give that to just has to decide that they are going to use it before they walk into any mall, and my shop will be in there where they can find it. However, as this is a 'Gift Certificate' you can't use it yourself. Only the person you give it too can make it work." Jon took the bag and said, "What, no warnings or instructions about the pantyhose?" The wolf started to laugh but bit it off at the glare from the old man. "Jon, I swear. You must just be out to give me a heart attack. No, there aren't any special instructions for the pantyhose. Everything you need to know is written on the package. Now get out of here before you say something else I'm not expecting and drive me over the edge and I DO turn you into a goldfish." Jon headed for the door then turned and waved to both the old man and the wolf before walking through. Once out the door he turned around and sure enough, it was the bookstore that he remembered as having always been there. He shook his head with a smile and headed to the salon to meet his wife who should be getting done any time now. Inside the shop the old man looked over to the wolf and said, "Quite an unusual young man there. He has a good heart. Now let's go see how the first part of this unfolds." And with that, the old man and the wolf walked into the back of the shop to go watch his crystal ball plus (it also includes premium cable). Jon had to wait a few more minutes while Joanne was being finished. He took out one of the packages and read the label. Spells R Us brand Pantyhose, 3 pair sandal foot sheer to waist, one each- Suntan, Black, Nude. Guaranteed to make the wearer's legs sexier and more beautiful or her money back. Seemed pretty straightforward. He couldn't wait to see her in them. He waited until they were home then he handed her the bag. "I know you got a run in your last pair so I bought you some more." Joanne opened the bag, looking inside. She was like that for almost a minute. Finally she looked back up at him with disbelief in her eyes. "Jon, how many times have I told you that I don't like the way pantyhose feel? They are hot, itchy and I hate the way the waistband pinches me. You have no idea how it feels to wear them all day." At that she stopped and her eyes opened wide, then narrowed as she looked at him with a hint of a smile. "Okay, I've got a deal for you. You want me to wear these, I want you to understand what I go through." She took out one of the packs and tossed it to him. Continuing, "Now if you can wear those longer than I can, I will wear them whenever you want from then on. But, if you stop before I do, then you will never ask me to wear them again. Agreed?" Jon agreed readily to the bet. They worked out some rules. They could take them off when they got into bed, or to bathe or for any form of water sports. But, other than that, the first one to refuse to put them on, or take them off for any reason other than bed or bath would be declared the loser. They decided to start with the coming morning. After their morning showers they both took a package and opened it. They agreed to wear matching colors, to ensure that they both kept the same ones on all day. The first pair they pulled out was the nude. Jon had to watch Joanne at how she put hers on, not wanting to get any runs in them. He followed her example and bunched them up, sliding them on first one foot up to the knee, then the other. He carefully worked them up to his hips and then up high on his waist. He was surprised that they fit, his wife being a good 6" shorter and at least 80 pounds lighter than he was. Joanne tried not to laugh looking at her rugged husband wearing a pair of pantyhose. But one thing she did have to admit these hose were the most comfortable she had ever worn. It almost felt like she wasn't wearing any. Jon quickly got dressed. Once his normal office clothes were over them, you couldn't even tell he had the pantyhose on. Joanne took a while longer to get dressed. She looked over at him thinking, "Oh well, good and bad for him. Sure no one will know he is wearing them, but boy is he going to roast with those under his slacks." Joanne had always been proud of her legs, but she did have to admit that these did seem to make them look even better somehow. At the end of the day neither one of them was ready to give in. Even when Jon changed into his pajama shorts and they sat down on the couch to watch TV. Joanne thought it was odd looking with their four silk covered legs all entwined on the single footstool that they shared. Things went the same the next day, only while they were watching TV that evening when she glanced down at their legs for a second she couldn't tell them apart. Jon's leg hair had been a dead giveaway the night before, but today they had worn the black, and it had almost looked like he didn't have any. After a closer look she was able to see it, and she just brushed it off as her imagination. The next morning she noticed as he walked to the shower that his leg hair did seem a little sparser and lighter but figured it must just be her imagination playing tricks on her. She was pleased to notice that she didn't have to shave HER legs that day, even though it had been nearly a week. And after closer inspection she decided to cancel her bikini wax appointment, as that hair seemed to have not grown back in as she had expected. However, she had been sure that last week it had looked like she was in need. Being Friday they went out to dinner after they got off work. Joanne noticed Jon fidget with the waistband of his pantyhose through his shirt as they sat there. "You know, all you have to do is give in and you could go in to the bathroom and take those off if they are bothering you." Jon looked over at her and said, "Actually, I was just checking to see if I had forgotten to put them on. It didn't feel like I was wearing anything. And you can forget about getting off that easy, I can last as long as you." The next day was Saturday. Joanne was tempted to give in that morning as the weekend had always been her chance to dress down and just take it easy. Little did she know that Jon felt the same way and one comment from her and he would have given in. He didn't want to have to put pants on while he went out and worked on the yard, but if he were wearing the hose he wouldn't have any choice. Again today she watched as he walked into the bathroom to take a shower. Did his leg hair seem even thinner and lighter today? And what was it about his butt? Something didn't look right about it. It almost looked like a heart shaped woman's butt. "I must just be imagining him less masculine from seeing him in the hose." As she showered she did notice a lot of hair washing down the drain as she washed her pubic area. She rinsed off and had a closer look. She was bald as a baby between her legs. How had that happened? She had never even completely shaved herself down there, just trimmed it down to a smaller patch. Never had she fully shaved off all her hair. That was just too weird. She finished getting dried off and put her panties and bra on. In the bedroom Jon had opened a new package of pantyhose and was putting on the nude ones. She followed suit and retrieved the last package. As she took them out of the bag she noticed the envelope. "What's this?" She asked holding it up. "That's right I forgot about that when you started going on setting up this silly bet. It's for you. It is a gift certificate from the place I got the pantyhose from. That place was just too strange for words. It was run by this old man that I swear is an actual wizard. Supposedly everything in there was magical. Hey! Maybe that is how I am able to wear these when they are nowhere near sized for me, and how they feel like you're not even wearing them. They're magic." Joanne just laughed and laughed. "Oh that is just great. Sure, magic pantyhose, I'll believe that one." But then she thought about her now being completely hairless from her waist down. "No," she thought, "I refuse to accept that." Jon saw that she had a concerned look on her face and said, "You know if it DOES worry you, you can just end the bet now. I won't be too hard on you for losing." That snapped Joanne out of her thoughts. She picked up the package and tore it open, pulling out the nude pair and began putting them on. Jon finished putting on a pair of Levi's and a T-shirt. He wanted to get started on the yard and get his mind off the fact that all of his leg hair had gone down the drain in the shower, or how he had to wear two pair of socks yesterday so his shoes would fit. Today he even had to put a wad of toilet paper in the toes of his running shoes as well as wearing the two pair of socks. If the pantyhose were doing this to him, he hoped Joanne would give in soon, and he could stop wearing them. Hopefully, then, he would change back. But, neither one of them were willing to give in. They stayed up till nearly three o'clock watching movies on TV that night. Jon had taken Joanne's feet and was giving her a nice foot massage as they watched. Joanne took his feet and returned the favor, something he hardly ever let her do, but this time it just felt soooo good he couldn't say no. His feet had been hurting the last two days. It had just felt like his arches were being stretched. He mentioned it to Joanne and she said she felt the same way all day. She said it was like she had worn high heels too much and almost couldn't stand to be in flats now. Jon let go of her feet and let them relax. Sure enough, her feet weren't flat, but her heel rose as if she were standing on her toes. He didn't even notice Joanne do the same, and become aware of the same thing with his feet. When they finally staggered to bed they didn't even take of their pantyhose before getting into bed they were so tired. They slept in late Sunday and just lounged around in bed till very late in the morning. Jon went out and retrieved the paper as Joanne fixed breakfast. He barely remembered to pull on some sweat pants to cover up the pantyhose he was still wearing. When he walked into the kitchen he saw Joanne over at the stove in her wrap, pantyhose and high heels. "High heels? It's Sunday morning." He thought as he sat down at their little alcove just off the kitchen. "But man do her legs ever look great in those hose." She brought the plates over and sat down. They talked for a bit as they ate then finally Jon just had to ask. "What is with the high heels this morning? I thought you hated wearing them when you weren't at work." She stretched her leg out, almost teasingly, for him to see. "They just seemed to be the only thing that was comfortable this morning. And it is funny, these have been way to tight for quite a while, now they fit just great." He let it go at that and they finished their breakfast. They went over and lounged on the couch. Jon read the paper as Joanne painted her nails getting them ready for the week. This had been a long time ritual for them. She normally only did her nails on Sunday, and the Sunday paper was the only one they received, mostly because all Jon cared about in it was the Sunday funnies, the adds and coupons, and of course the technology section. When her nails were finished and dry, she went to get up off the couch. As she went to put her shoes back on something caught her attention. Her toenails were painted, and the same color she had just done her nails in. She never painted her toenails, and she couldn't have just now as she still had the hose on. "Well I guess these pantyhose are magical. Check out this little bonus." She said as she showed Jon the matching nails. "Now that is something." He said and then put his feet back up on the footrest. He still had his slippers on she noticed. No, wait a minute. Those were HER slippers! "Take those off for a minute." She said, "I want to look at them." "Fine by me. They are a little snug anyway." He flipped them off in typical male fashion by hooking his toe on the heel of one and pushing it off then repeating with the other foot. She reached down and retrieved them. Sure enough, they were her size 7 women's. As she sat up she noticed his feet. She stopped and stared, not sure if she could believe what she was seeing. She was staring at his feet, or more specifically, his toenails. They were painted the exact shade hers were, and with a perfect pedicure. In fact they looked nothing like his feet. In fact they looked more like hers. "Jon. Look at your feet." She said pointing at them. He looked; folding his paper, then dropped it. "How did that happen?" She held up the slippers, "Not only that, but you were wearing MY slippers." "No way my feet couldn't have gotten that small." He exclaimed. "I was only losing a half to a whole shoe size throughout the day, and most of it would come back by morning." Joanne looked up at him in shock. "What do you mean? You KNEW your feet were getting smaller when you wore these pantyhose? But, what do you mean they would mostly grow back by morning?" He was still looking down at his feet. "Well, by the end of each day my legs and feet would be very feminine, but would change back overnight while we were sleeping, after we took them off..." His words drifted off as he looked down at the nude colored hose he was still wearing from yesterday. "We never took them off last night." He continued flatly. Joanne was curious about something. She put her feet up on the footrest next to his. His looked to be barely an inch longer than hers. She jumped up and ran into their study. She came back out with a ruler. She quickly measured his feet then hers. Yep, no dough about it, BOTH of their feet were smaller. His were now only a half-inch longer than hers had been before they started wearing the hose. And hers were over a half-inch shorter than they had been. Her feet hadn't been this small sense she had been a teenager wearing a size five and a half. Then it dawned on her. That was how old the high heels she was wearing were. She had kept them in her closet to remind herself how stupid she had been, wearing heels that tall, when she was younger. Back then; she was having all kinds of foot and ankle problems from trying to teeter around on these mini-stilts. Yet now, here she was walking and running around in them like she was in tennis shoes. And she knew that it wasn't from proficiency, she still avoided heels over 2 inches at work. Just how much HAD the hose changed their legs and feet, she wondered. She had Jon get up off the couch and walk back and forth across the room in his bare feet. She noticed that he tended to walk on his toes, his heel never came close to touching the ground and with a very feminine sway to his hips. Yet he didn't seem to notice. "Now stand with your feet flat on the ground." She said. He did and she noticed his look of discomfort from trying. He was able to bring his heels to the ground but could only hold them there for a few seconds before rising up about two inches off the floor. She slipped out of her shoes and tried the same thing. It felt like someone was stabbing knives into the arches of her feet and in her calves. Her heels hovered about 3 inches off the ground when she relaxed. "Jon, you have to take these hose off. Look at what they've done to you, done to us!" She pleaded. Jon looked over at her. "I'm not taking mine off first. I'm sure I'll change back after I win this bet and stop wearing these. You are the one who made this silly bet. If you want to end it now and live up to your end, then fine. You sure can't say I don't know what you go through wearing these anymore." She scowled back at him. "Fine! You want to walk around with women's legs, be my guest! I'm sure you'll give in after you've had to spend the rest of the day wearing my heels, which it looks like you are going to have to until you give up and take these stupid "MAGIC" pantyhose off. I'm through wearing these. If I have to wear them until you turn all the way into a woman, I'm not giving in! Once this is over I will never have to wear these things for you again." Jon turned and walked off, heading up to their bedroom. It was true. He did need to get some high heels on before his feet hurt any worse. But he was not going to let her win. He had come this far, and he was sure he would change back. He had to. In their bedroom closet he sifted through Joanne's shoes. They were all just a bit too small and didn't support his feet right. Finally he gave in and slipped on her 'going out' shoes. They had a four-inch heel and were a brilliant red. They too felt a little snug, and he was about to take them back off when he felt a tingle in his feet and then the shoes fit perfectly. Jon was surprised to say the least. As a test he slipped one off and slid his foot into one of the other shoes he had tried already. The height still wasn't right, but the fit was exact. He stepped out of the other red heel and into the mate to the lower heeled one he'd just put on. It was a bit uncomfortable in them, but not painful. At least he wouldn't have to wear those red 'fuck-me pumps', as Joanne called them. He looked at himself in Joanne's full-length dressing mirror. If he held up his hand to block his view of his top half, it looked like he was looking at a woman in sweatpants and heels. Shifting his hand down, it looked like his regular upper half, except for the slightly narrower/higher waist. After their spat, the two of them avoided each other for most of the rest of the day. They were trying to act proud and strong, but really they were both scared. Each felt that if the other said one word to them that they would cave in and lose the bet. And yet they both feared what continuing it would bring them. Just before dinner, Jon finally offered a truce. He went into the living room and held up his hand, as Joanne was about to get up to leave. "Honey, I don't want us to be mad at each other. And I defiantly don't want this stupid bet to come between us." Before he could continue she said, "I have another offer for you. If you last until we go to bed tonight, I'll concede." Jon was stunned and confused. He had been about to give in to her. She continued, "I decided that if you were man enough to apologize, I would give in. Provided you make it until bed time." They ate dinner together being more playful and flirty than they had been for a long time. They decided to call it an early evening to pursue more active play up in the bedroom. Upstairs, Jon untied Joanne's robe and let it fall to the floor, then stepped back to admire her semi nude body. She reached down and slowly slid her pantyhose and panties off. She stepped out of them and her shoes and sat on the bed. Jon was feeling more aroused than he had in a long time, if ever before. Yet, something felt VERRY different down below. Hungrily she removed Jon's sweatpants. When she went to remove his pantyhose she stopped, shocked. "When did you put on a pair of my black-lace French cut panties?" Then she swallowed and continued, her voice shaking. "And why do they fit you so well?" Jon looked down surprised, "I didn't I put on a normal pair of my briefs before I put the hose on yesterday." Then he noticed what she was referring to as far as fit. He felt like he had a raging hard-on, yet the front of the pantyhose and panties were smooth and sloped down between his legs with no sign of any bulge. He grasped the area in question and found some familiar feeling contours, at least familiar feeling for his wife's genital area. However nothing which resembled his manly package. Joanne gently moved his hand away and lowered the pantyhose and panties, exposing the area in question. It was a mirror image of hers, a smooth pink hairless slit with an engorged and throbbing clitoris. Jon was still staring at his transformed groin in shock and horror. She looked up at his disbelieving face and with a mischievous grin, rubbed her thumb across his new swollen clitoris. Jon stiffened and sucked in a huge breath through clenched teeth at the lightning bolt of pleasure that shot from his new genitalia throughout his entire body. Before he could even recover he felt a warm mouth envelope the area and begin sucking and licking his new love button. Joanne felt little resistance as she lowered him onto his back on the floor. Jon knew this was all wrong but the feelings flooding his mind wouldn't allow him to even think about stopping. Now Joanne had never even entertained lesbian fantasies let alone experimented. However, her husband had always been extremely gifted at giving her oral sex. She just followed what had felt best to her and in only a few minutes she had him screaming and crying out in the throws of his first female orgasm. He had her head and shoulders pined against him so tightly with his silk encased, high heel adorned legs that she kept right on going, trying every little trick he had ever used on her. Again and again Jon's world exploded in pleasure, not stopping until long after he had screamed himself horse and had repeatedly lost track of the number of times he came. He lay o the floor spent, as his world slowly spun back into focus. He could feel Joanne lying beside him giggling. He looked over at her and smiled a truly goofy grin. She laughed once more then asked, "So, how was it?" Jon eloquently stated the only thing truly appropriate at such a moment, "Wow." He regained a small measure of composure and continued, "Is that what it's like for you?" "Sometimes." She replied. "The mood has to be right and it also depends on how attentive YOU are. But, yeah, you sounded about right." Grinning wolfishly Jon grabbed her and said, "Well I guess we should see how attentive I am tonight." As he tossed her up onto the bed, climbed up on it and began to return the favor, lick for lick. As they lay together basking in the afterglow, Joanne asked, "Now, after you take those off, you'll start changing back, right?" Jon replied thoughtfully as he ran his fingers through her hair. "Well, I'm not sure I would want to after that little demonstration." His breath woofed out as she hit him in the stomach with a pillow. "Okay! Stop. I'm sure I'll change back. Just let me finish getting these off." He sat up and slid them off the rest of the way down his legs, knocking his shoes off onto the floor. He left them in a heap on the side of the bed as he rolled back into his lover's arms. Together they drifted off to sleep. Jon awoke Monday morning and slipped out of bed. As he stood up he felt the tightness in the arches of his feet and in his calves, but he could stand flat footed. He reached down to scratch and came up with a hand full of nothing. Trying not to scream he dashed over to the mirror. Other than the fact that he could keep his heels on the floor, his lower half was virtually unchanged. He heard a gasp from the bed and turned to see Joanne staring at him in shock. "What happened? Why haven't you changed back?" "I don't know." He replied. "I always changed back most of the way while I was sleeping. Maybe it has to do with how long we had them on yesterday. I mean we had them on nearly twice as long as any time before. Maybe I just have to wait twice as long to start changing back." "Well you can't go to work like that. You had better call in sick. I will too. I guess we had better go see this "wizard" you bought these from as well." She stated. Jon looked over at her. "But honey, I thought I explained. I won't be able to find his store again. And after the way I upset him, I seriously doubt he wants to see me again." Joanne got out of bed and marched over to her dresser. Well at least as well as someone can march when walking on the balls of their feet. Jon may be able to stand flat- footed, but she sure couldn't. She opened her drawer that she kept the pantyhose in and searched around. Finally she clutched something and pulled it out. It was the gift certificate. "You also said that if I take this to the mall and plan to use it, I would be able to find his store. Well let's get going. Besides, I think that I am going to need to buy all new shoes. And of course sense YOU got us into this so I am sure you will have no issues about YOU paying for them." The both called in to work claiming a family emergency. Which was rather true if you thought about it. After they showered Jon got dressed in another pair of baggy sweats, and his wife's tennis shoes. She started getting dressed and without even thinking about it put on the black pantyhose from her second pack. While she was standing in front of the dresser putting her blouse on Jon noticed something. She was standing flat footed for the first time that morning. Up until she had put the hose on she had been on her toes. He pointed it out to her and she was surprised. She said that as soon as she put the hose on, she'd felt a lot better. These things were addicting. She took the hose off and as soon as she stood back up her feet hurt and she had to stand on the balls of her feet again. Cursing, she sat back down and put the pantyhose back on. Immediately her feet and legs felt wonderful. Grumbling she put on a pair of trousers. She was about to step into the heels from yesterday when she stopped. Yesterday morning she was able to walk around flat footed until she put on those heels, after that her feet became molded to their arch. Yet none of her other shoes fit now. She finally followed the trick Jon had said he used on his shoes and put some toilet paper in the toe. Her arches were tight, but nothing like before. Even if it killed her, she was going to wear flats today. They had breakfast and waited for the mall to open. Jon found driving to be a little awkward as he wasn't use to his smaller feet and kept missing the clutch and break pedals. At the mall Joanne took out the gift certificate and practically charged the door. Inside they searched back and forth for the store, but just couldn't find it. Finally she turned to Jon and demanded, "You are the one who found it last time, and YOU have your little fantastic mental mall map! YOU tell me where it is!" Jon looked over her shoulder and pointed at the storefront that hadn't been there ten seconds before. Her mouth dropped open, but then her anger returned and her look hardened. She grabbed him and dragged him through the door. As soon as they were through the door Jon herd the familiar voice from the back as his wife was opening her mouth to bellow. "Joanne! If those words leave your lips, you will be VERRY sorry." That stopped her in her tracks. Jon broke in before she could ask. "He's a wizard, remember. He can read your mind." As they continued back to the counter they could see the smiling old man in his bathrobe. "And thank you Jon, I do so hate having to explain that to EVERYONE who walks through that door. Now Joanne, You have the gift certificate. What can I do for you?" She had regained some of her composure, "Well to start with, you can explain why my husband is still a woman from the waist down." The old man reached behind the counter and produced another package of the pantyhose. "What does it say on this?" He asked as he handed her the package. "Spells R Us brand Pantyhose, 3 pair sandal foot sheer to waist, one each- Suntan, Black, Nude. Guaranteed to make the wearer's legs sexier and more beautiful or her money back." She read out loud. She then looked back up at him, her eyes daring him to explain what she was missing. Jon however let out a groan. He HAD caught his mistake. "Honey, how can the WEARER get HER money back unless she is a HER?" The old man chuckled. "You are quick my boy." Joanne turned to her husband and in a menacing growl stated, "YOU, Outside! I am going to deal with our prankster here. But until I am done, I do NOT want to see your face." Jon wisely beat a hasty retreat. Once again as soon as he was out the door and it closed, he looked behind and the shop was gone. He walked over to a bench and sat down to wait for his wife to come out. He just hoped that she kept a hold on her temper; so that when she did come out he didn't find out he was NOW married to a goldfish. Meanwhile, inside, Joanne turned back to the old man, but all hints of her rage were gone from her face. "Okay, I can already see how this goes. You get your kicks out of taking advantage of peoples ignorance or arrogance, and just LOVE turning men into brainless bimbos. Unlike my husband, I decided to do a little checking on Spells R Us on the Internet. I must say, you have quite a fan/hate club going. But then, you know all about them already, don't you. Now, let's get down to business." Jon waited and waited. Over two hours passed before he looked up and his wife was walking towards him with a bag in her hand. He also noticed a frightening happy twinkle in her eye. He knew that look well. She was up to something, and it wasn't going to be good for him. "Okay, time to get me some new shoes." She said when she reached him. Her twinkle was quickly masked by her shopping look, but he knew she was just hiding it from him. He also knew better than to argue with her when she had her shopping look on. "Alright Mr. Map Brain, Where is the closest, DECENT shoe store?" Jon just smiled and pointed right back where she had just come from. She spun around and instead of the Spells R Us store was her favorite shoe store. "The old man has a sense of humor all right." He said. Almost four hundred dollars on his credit card later, they emerged from the shoe store and she informed him that it was time to head home. However, he had a feeling that his suffering was only just beginning though. Once they were home he helped her put her new shoes in the closet. He thought it was odd that she had purchased mostly high heels of at least a 4" heel. And at a size five and a half, that is pretty tall. She only bought one pair of flats, and a pair of tennis shoes. When they finished laying them all out, she opened the SRU bag and took out a small bag of sparkly dust. She then sprinkled it over all of their footwear in the closet, her new and old shoes, as well as his. She even had him take off the pair he was wearing and put hers in along with them. Once all the shoes were covered in the dust there was a flash and then the dust was gone. All the shoes looked just as they had. Puzzled Jon asked, "What was that for?" She just smiled and said she would tell him later. He went to put the shoes he had back on but she stopped him. "I want you to take all of your clothes off I have a couple of surprises for you." He did, although he kept his hands over his new female genitalia. Then she continued. "I want you to close your eyes, and keep your hands to your sides." as she pulled another item out of the bag. Jon did as he was told and he felt her press something warm and soft against his groin, and a tingle through his whole lower half. He was so surprised he grabbed for the area and opened his eyes as well to see what it was. Looking down he wanted to confirm what he felt that his hand was wrapped around. Sure enough it was his penis and testicles. In fact his whole lower half was his old male one again. His member immediately sprang to attention at his excitement. He reached out to take his wife in his arms. "Thanks honey. I don't know how you did it, but thanks." Joanne held up her hands. "Hold on. That isn't all. Not by half." She reached over and grabbed his shaft. Then she gave it a half twist and IT CAME OFF! Jon's lower half immediately changed back into its female shape. "What?!" Was all Jon could utter. She held it up to show him. "Detachable Penis. Who do you think Sam Kinnison got the idea from? The neat thing is, you can't attach or remove it. Only I can. And another neat thing," She pulled down her slacks, pantyhose and panties and attached it to her groin. "I can stick it any where I want." Sure enough, she now had a full set of male genitalia between her legs. However her lower half didn't change male. She pulled everything back up. Her slacks now showed a prominent bulge in the front. She reached back into the sack and took out something else. Jon couldn't see as she had her back to him as she stood up from the bag. When she turned around she pressed something else soft and warm against his chest. He felt a tingle, this time throughout his entire upper body. Jon grabbed at what she had pressed onto him this time and his eyes opened so wide Joanne thought his eyeballs might be in danger of falling out. He was afraid to look down this time. What he felt in his hands was just too much, figuratively and literally. He steeled himself, and did look. His hands weren't lying. He was groping a rather impressive set of breasts. Only, they were attached to his chest. And from what else he could see, the rest of his upper body matched, including the auburn hair that hung down and tickled his tiny hands and his new chest protrusions. To his smaller hands they felt enormous, but from looking at them he knew that they were probably a rather firm C cup, just like his wife's. This was just too much. He didn't even utter a sound as he simply fell backwards onto the floor unconscious, still clutching his new breasts. Jon awoke to some very odd, downright startling sensations. One of which was the feeling of someone sucking on one of his new breasts while massaging the other. Now this did feel wonderful, if completely foreign. It was the feeling of the hot meaty shaft filling him, sliding in and out of the void between his legs that shocked him. Upon opening his eyes and struggling to focus, he saw that it was his very own wife who was at that moment making him 'feel like a woman' that he now was. Such a reversal of sexual roles was almost too much for his already nearly shattered ID. Now, if it all hadn't felt so unbelievably wonderful, he probably would have passed out again. Instead he decided to enjoy it and wrapped his oh so sexy legs around his wife's shapely rear end and pulled her deeper into him as he ran his hands through her hair while moaning with delight. His pleasure built and built until at last he could stand it no longer and he felt the euphoric explosion of his orgasm begin. The spasms of his vaginal muscles also pushed his wife over the edge and she to came with a thunderous orgasm. They rode the waves of their mutual orgasm until the last quivers faded. Then Joanne looked into his eyes and smiling said, "Surprise." Jon just laughed. Which now, was a musical tinkling due to his now sultry voice. "You know, if that hadn't been so wonderful I would be wringing you neck right now. Seriously though, how did you manage this?" She sat up and looked down at him, while keeping her new love muscle still buried in his moist little slit to remind him just who was in control here. "That old man has a soft spot for you for some reason. He wouldn't let me do any of the things I wanted to you at the time. We got talking and I learned a lot from him, and gained a few ideas as well. For one thing, these pantyhose," She removed a brand new package from the SRU bag. "If you are wearing them, no one will notice anything out of the ordinary about whatever you are wearing over them. You could have gone to work in a skirt and heels and not one person would have seen anything other than your normal work wear. Also, they will never run, snag, sag or wear out in any way. I just bought us each a third package, so we would have a fresh pair for at least an entire week. Oh yes, make sure you don't wash them with any of your male clothing items lest they come out of the dryer as their female equivalent. "Another thing. Now that these magical little garments have remade our entire lower halves, unless we are wearing them, our feet will be arched so that we can only wear high heels. You however, as a male with no former high heel experience, got a reprieve, but only for a week. You will notice that as the week goes by it will hurt more and more for you to go flat-footed. At the end of the week, if you are wearing your female lower half, you will be in the same boat as me and have to wear heels if you do not have the pantyhose on. "Also, when we are wearing the hose, our feet will adjust to whatever height and size shoe we wear from out of the assortment in our closet that were sprinkled by that dust. However, YOU can only put on the shoes I give you permission to wear at that time. And that goes for weather you are wearing the hose or not. You needn't worry about any new shoes we buy. As long as I put them in the closet, and they are in there overnight with at least one other pair that has been sprinkled, the magic will transfer over to them as well." She slid out of him and they stood up while she continued, "Now what I really had to haggle with him about are these new toys." She indicated his new breasts and the penis, which she had removed from herself. "These are very special. He had them already, and I bought them with the gift certificate you gave me, which put a new spin on them. Because of the magic of the gift certificate, YOU cannot activate them yourself. Only I can. I can put them on or take them off, and put them wherever I want on either of us and YOU can't do anything about it." At that she stuck the penis to his face over his mouth. This caused his mouth to disappear. He now had a set of male genitalia under his nose where his mouth used to be. He tried to pull it off, but it just felt like he was trying to tear his penis off. Only instead of the pain being in his crotch it was from his chin. Joanne laughed and then said, "Don't worry, I'm not going to leave it there. However this does offer an interesting option." With that she moved up to him and kissed the tip of his face penis. It hardened instantly. She then took the entire shaft into her mouth, while sliding her fingers into his vagina. Jon didn't know what to do; here he was getting a great blowjob, even if it was on a dick that was where his mouth should be. But at the same time his wife was fingering HIS pussy, and playing with HIS breast. The multiple stimulations didn't take long to have their effect. Jon found himself cumming both above and below. The simultaneous orgasms nearly took him off his feet. Joanne swallowed then released the penis from her mouth. Then she grabbed it and gave it a half turn removing it and restoring his mouth. Jon took a huge gasping breath as soon as his mouth was free. She giggled at the look on his face as he was still recovering from the orgasms. "Now both this and those breasts you are now sporting would normally turn whoever they are put on all the way into a man or woman. But I had him do some custom work on them, and boy did it cost me. That was what took the longest, haggling about the cost of modifying the spells on them. But we worked out something that helped us both. "This penis will change your lower half to your old male self if it is put in it's proper place, but won't change you in any other way if put anywhere else, as you saw. These breasts will turn your upper half female if you don't have the penis on, but if you do it will turn your upper half female, and your lower half except for the penis, which you will retain along with a vagina. Thereby turning you into a hermaphrodite, as the breast cannot affect the penis itself. Also, they react the same as the penis, if placed anywhere else." To demonstrate she grabbed both his breasts, gave them half turns in opposite directions and removed them. His upper body instantly reverted to his male form. She then stuck one of them to his stomach over his navel. He didn't change, but when he pushed on it, it stayed right where it was, and felt just like he was pushing on a breast of his own. It was just in the wrong spot on his body. He looked up at her pleadingly, and she took pity on him by removing it. "Now we get down to the thick of it." She continued. "Thanks to you I guess I am going to be wearing these pantyhose for the rest of my life. You won't have to as long as you have your male lower half. Ah, I can see it dawning in your eyes. Yes, I control whether you have your male lower half. You don't have to worry though. I will make sure you have it when it is really important. The rest of the time, whether you have it or not, all depends on my mood and how you have been treating me. And OF COURSE, every now and then we will be going out together as girlfriends. You will get to see the real price of having a great pair of legs. I can do that to you as well." She attached the breasts to his chest once more, turning him into a full woman again. "Now let's get you dressed, I want to go show you off to some friends. You see, part of the way I was able to get the price down for all of this, is I am going to be bringing in business for Spells R Us. I just can't warn anyone about the old man's twisted sense of humor; all I can warn them about is to follow the directions. But one thing YOU may like is that he has given both of us the ability to find his shop once a month, and twice on our birth month. Now get those pantyhose on." Jon reluctantly did as she said. What choice did he have really? When he was finished getting dressed in one of his wife's dresses he went back over to the closet to get a pair of shoes. He went to put on the nice flats that Joanne usually wore with this outfit, but couldn't bring him self to pick them up. Inwardly groaning he let his hand move down the line of shoes till he came to her new ones, one of the size 5 1/2, five- inch heel strappy sandals. As his hand came in contact with them and he picked them up he looked over at her in horror. "But honey, these are even smaller than what I've been wearing." She smiled back, "Don't worry, the hose will make your feet fit, and you will have no trouble walking in them." Begrudgingly he slipped his feet into them, feeling his feet shrink to fit them. Once they were both on and the straps done up Joanne chimed in, "Oh by the way, now that your feet are that size, whenever you have female feet, they will always be that size. I know I said that you would fit in any of our shoes, but the way you will fit from now on is that the shoes will change to fit your new tiny feet. Now let's go. I want to get this over with so we can get back here later. There are so many sexual combinations I want to try out and I can't wait to get started." 'Well, that is one compensation, I guess. Heck, this may even be more fun than I've thought of. She doesn't need to know if I'm enjoying all this. Besides, now I will never lack for sexy silk covered legs to look at. Be they mine, or hers, they both look great in these hose.' Jon thought as his wife dragged him out of the house. In-between many different dimensions and realities, in the back room of an odd little shop, an old man sat back from a crystal ball and looked over at the wolf sitting next to him. "Okay, I guess he did manage to surprise me one more time. I thought for sure he would have a fit. However, before I pay you off on that bet, there's the NBA playoffs just starting. What say I give you double or nothing on the team of your choice making it to the championship game? And remember, this season all wizards have vowed no magic. So your guess is as good as anyone's." The wolf's tongue rolled out the side of his mouth is a wolfish grin. He almost laughed. The wizards may have sworn off magic for this season, but he knew of some fae who were going to be more than dabbling. This time HE was on the inside. And when he won he would for sure make the old man pay for turning him into a bitch for the whole off-season last year, when he'd lost. The old man changed the crystal ball over to ESPN. The first playoff game was starting in a few minutes.