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Parallelalities - Take Three (Part 1 of Take Three) by Bill Hart In total disgust, Randy stared at the blank screen of the television he'd just turned off. How was this possible? He couldn't believe all the crap he'd read in the listing. And that crap wasn't confined to the six over-the-air networks either. All two hundred channels on his newly expanded digital cable system were airing nothing but garbage tonight. What good was having this six-foot diagonal television screen when there was absolutely nothing he considered worth taking his time to watch. It was nights like this one that almost made Randy wish he'd made one final attempt to make up with his soon-to-be ex-girlfriend Julie Thomas. But Randy had finally had enough of her constant nagging and whining about every little thing she considered wrong with him. Julie's latest tirade had centered on how much television he watched. He'd lost count of how many times she'd told him people called it the boob tube for good reasons. She was constantly nagging at him that it would be better for him if he watched less television and read more books; she kept telling him that doing what she wanted would broaden his horizons. On top of that, Julie was always complaining that he never took her anywhere. But Randy knew that was utter nonsense. It had been just six weeks ago that he'd taken her to see that insufferably boring tearjerker movie - Randy had always hated that kind of movie. A few days afterwards, he'd decided Julie - who could be a total pain in the ass when she didn't get her way - had manipulated him into watching it. He'd had tickets for the taping of his favorite show - someone had sent him a pair of complimentary tickets - and Julie had been so insistent about going to some book signing at a local bookstore. At the time, he'd thought the movie had been a compromise. But her attitude made no sense to Randy. How could Julie keep telling people he never took her anywhere? He'd even taken her to that old dusty bookshop a few blocks down the street from the theater in an attempt to convince her he'd been listening to her advice. In that odd shop, which seemed far larger inside than it had appeared from the outside, Randy had found a rather large and ancient tome full of magical spells. He probably would have bought the old tome, if Julie hadn't been with him. But as usual with Julie, she'd bitched about the high asking price the thin gray-haired proprietor had quoted for its purchase. In the end, the shop's owner had suggested another book to him - one several thousand dollars cheaper than the old tome that had initially caught his interest - about alternate realities. He'd read a few pages of the book after taking Julie home that night. Randy had found the book utterly fascinating. In a real sense, their latest fight about his increased interest in this unacceptable - at least to Julie - material he was currently reading was all Julie's fault. If she'd only let him purchase that old spellbook, he would have probably become bored after reading just a few pages of it and quickly returned to reading the current issue of TV Guide. In fact, now that he'd finally decided to break it off with Julie - Randy was certain she'd be incensed with his decision once he finally got around to telling her - he had plenty of free time for reading. Tonight would be just perfect for catching up on his reading about alternate realities. There were times when Randy wondered why there couldn't be some viable alternative to dating girls. Certainly every girl in this world wasn't like Julie. But if his book were correct, there were plenty of other Julie's, who weren't really anything like Julie, spread across the multitude of realities. Although it was difficult for Randy to imagine, the book implied Julie might be either male or female in these other worlds in which her alternate selves lived. There were probably several worlds in which he and Julie were man and wife - in some of them Julie would be the loving wife; in the others being the wife would have been his job. As he settled down into his chair with the book, Randy had a sudden horrible thought. If he and Julie could be of the opposite gender in the same world, there must be a few worlds in which Julie's con man cousin had been born female. Somehow he couldn't picture that wussy Frank Mallory as a girl, even though somewhere he might have actually married one of those female Frank's. Hearing several sirens outside, Randy slowly looked up from his book. The sirens sounded really close, but Randy had always been aware of how the unusual acoustics of his apartment made things out on the street sound nearer than they actually were. And this was - had always been - a very safe neighborhood. Randy had no reasons to think he'd have any problems, especially when he wasn't going anywhere tonight. And then, someone was unexpectedly knocking on his front door. "Who the hell can that be?" Randy wondered aloud. "I'm not expecting anyone this evening." And yet, feeling totally safe and secure in his second story apartment, Randy set his book down and walked over to the door. Randy barely had enough time to open the door before he was shoved back inside by the unexpected arrival of a young woman wearing a very tight-fitting pair of jeans with a skimpy tube top that bared her midriff and left very little to Randy's imagination. Before Randy could even say a word to her, the young woman's soft lips had swiftly puckered and greedily meshed against his. Randy was surprised. But her kiss wasn't the cause of his surprise, of course; kissing had never been one of their problem areas. He just hadn't been expecting her to show up tonight or, for that matter, any other night real soon. "Thanks for inviting me inside, Randy. You've always been so sweet to me," purred the young woman sexily. "I didn't really invite you into my apartment, babe," he smiled back, thinking this might not be the right time to tell her they were finished. "I hope you don't take this wrong way, babe, but just what the hell are you doing here, Julie?" "It was an implied invitation, lover," replied Julie with a wide grin. "You opened your door after I knocked on it. I've really missed you a whole lot, babe. Have you missed me as much as I've missed you?" "If I'd known it was you, I would have found some way of opening the door quicker. I just can't believe you're here." Neither could Randy believe how good Julie looked tonight. It wasn't possible, he knew, but it almost seemed that she'd become several years younger than she'd been the last time he'd seen her. "I'd heard through the grapevine that you'd be spending the night shopping at the mall with several of your girlfriends." "I just knew you'd be happy to see me, Randy," she smiled sexily. "I don't really know why, but all of a sudden all the other girls had changes in their plans. I'd have to guess their changes in plans had something to do with their boyfriends, particularly since none of them would tell me anything about what they were planning to do tonight. And you know how much I hate it when someone messes with my plans. "But you know, Randy, you should be glad I came here tonight. My freaky cousin Frank was standing around just outside your door when I arrived. Even for him, he looked far more freaky and jittery than normal. Although I don't know what he wanted, I told Frank to get lost and not bother us tonight." Julie suddenly smiled. "Did you know that Frank thinks I think he's my favorite cousin? But Frank's never fooled me. He always been such a total screwup, but then, he just can't help being the fuckup he's always been." "I'd really rather not talk about Frank." "I certainly can't blame you for that, Randy dear. He's not one of my favorite subjects either," smiled Julie. "And I'd really hate to spoil what's left of our evening by wasting any of our valuable time thinking about my ditzy cousin Frank. "I'm sure you would." With Julie looking so youthful and incredibly hot, not to mention her being so friendly, Randy decided he could put off for a while telling her that he was calling their relationship quits. "What do you want to do, tonight?" "I just knew you'd understand," purred Julie. "You must know I had my heart set on going shopping at the mall tonight before all the other girls canceled out on me. I was hoping you might be able to help me out with that little problem of mine." This sounds more like the manipulative Julie I know, thought Randy. "I haven't got a clue what you want me to do, Julie." "And here I thought I was being so obvious." Julie brushed her lips against Randy's cheek. "I still want to go shopping at the mall tonight. And I was thinking you might want to accompany me." "You want me... to go to the mall?" Randy shook his head. "There ain't no way I'm going to the mall, babe. I avoid that place like the plague; you know that. Why the hell would you think I'd want to go to the mall?" Julie stared daggers at Randy. "I thought you'd enjoy spending some time with me." She began to frown. "I really thought you'd like to make me happy... if you know what I mean." "I'd love making you happy," he smiled. "But there's got to be another way. Something other than going to the mall must make you happy. But if you think I'm going to the mall, you're crazy." "There's nothing crazy about us going to the mall, Randy. I'm sure you'd be very surprised by everything you've been missing by staying away from the mall." Randy merely shrugged his shoulders. "That's not very likely, babe," he smiled. "Whatever might be there, I have no intention of setting foot in that mall tonight... or, for that matter, any other night in the near future." Julie was getting annoyed with Randy. "You don't, do you? Damn it, Randy, you can be so damned stubborn at times." She glared at him. "If you don't change your mind and tell me you want to take me to the mall right this instant, I'll probably never speak to you again. Is that what you want?" Randy sighed. This wasn't exactly how he'd planned on ending things with Julie, but in the long run it might actually work out better for both of them if people thought she'd been to end their relationship. "C'mon babe, you're overreacting to this mall thing." Calmly sitting down in his chair again, Randy told her point blank, "You can go shopping at the mall tonight, if that's what you want to do, but I'm not going anywhere near that place." For an instant Julie glared at him. And then she began fumbling around for something in her purse. "You're breaking up with me. Aren't you, Randy Taylor?" Oddly, Julie didn't look as hurt as Randy thought she would, but she really did look totally pissed off. "When the other girls told me what they thought you were planning to do, I didn't want to believe them." But then Julie's anger seemed to fade; she'd never been able to stay mad at Randy. "I'm not ready to quit being friends just yet, Randy Taylor. But I'm also damned sick and tired of you never taking me anywhere, you cheap bastard. So whether you want to believe me or not right now, Randy, you and I are going to the mall tonight. And I don't give a rat's ass whether you like it or not." "We are not going to the mall!" exclaimed Randy. "And that's final. Quit being such a spoiled little bitch, Julie. Besides, there's nothing you can do that will make me want to go to the mall." "I think you'd be very surprised knowing the things I can do," she smiled wickedly. And then, Julie pulled from her purse a very long and quite thin stick. But it was so long Randy wondered how she'd ever managed to conceal the thing in her purse in the first place. "What the hell is that thing supposed to be?" Julie smiled knowingly at Randy. "It's my magic wand. I found it in that same odd little bookshop where you bought that stupid book about alternate realities. That white-haired old lady who runs the shop thought I might find it useful." Julie's smile widened. "So I'm sure you can see that, with its help, you and I will soon be leaving here and heading straight for the mall. And once we're there I'll guarantee you'll have more fun than you've ever had in your life." "That's very unlikely. How can you expect me to believe that's a magic wand?" Randy began laughing. "How could a dumb little stick make me go to mall, Julie? Are you going to try whipping me into submission?" "Don't be so silly, Randy; you don't whip people with a magic wand," replied Julie. "I really hate it when you're being so damned condescending to me. I can do real magic with this wand, Randy. It took me a while to learn the full command structure and language for this wand, but trust me I have learned it. And I now speak it very fluently." Julie then lifted the wand and pointed it at Randy. "Hathem umhy du vhid af psukem Omhetz imt omdah ehfevafe iffuvet Nuwe mud imt pseik mud." Despite the fact Randy had been reading about alternate realities and not magic, he thought Julie was being downright silly about this stupid magic wand business of hers. Even if magic existed, which he doubted, making it necessary to point some stupid stick just to invoke a spoken spell wasn't a very effective use of resources. But the language she'd used had sounded strangely familiar to him. There'd been some strange words written in a pair of unknown languages on the first page of his book. From out of the blue, Randy somehow knew those words were some kind of warning. Although he hadn't been able to translate either language - they'd been like no other language he'd seen or heard - he had tried sounding them out as best he could. One of them, he now realized as impossible as it seemed, had sounded remarkably similar to that language Julie had just used. In his mind, Randy could see all the odd words of those warnings. And somehow he knew what they all meant. It was the same warning written in two languages. "Peboesse stee baofilest ickna stee borlu!" had been written in the more ancient script. And in the language that he thought sounded like the one Julie had used the written warning became more simply "Gevire ste vaehter us ste vomt!" And in his mind, those same words slowly rearranged forming the same warning in his own mother tongue - "Beware the wielder of the wand!" Wondering if this new equivalent phrase now appeared in his book, Randy went to reach for it, but found himself unable to move a muscle. Nervously, Randy swallowed involuntarily - his only muscles that still seemed to be in working order. When he tried asking Julie what she thought she was doing, Randy quickly discovered he couldn't speak. This is pretty damn serious, realized Randy. If that wand was really letting her do magic, then what was she thinking about doing to him? Randy didn't have to wait very long before he found out what was on Julie's mind. With a widening grin, she pointed the long wand at her errant boyfriend. "This shouldn't hurt you one little bit, Randy. And in just a few short moments, you'll look like a totally different person. From memory, Julie began her obviously preplanned recitation. "Stame twine vaff pumsurn Vast ste flice nidplamb ny mait Rechipe placs imt pliahs, imt corzy tub diahs Vast fobir imt psape, imt iff stambs mape." Randy became increasingly worried and nervous as his body began tingling all over. He still wanted to ask Julie what her spell and this wand were doing to him, but he still could neither speak nor move. With Julie acting like a crazy person, Randy quickly realized he should have simply agreed to take her shopping at the mall like she'd asked him to do. Randy wanted to scream out "I'll take you to the damn mall!" But it was a little too late for that. Although Randy had no specific idea what Julie's spell was actually doing to him, there was no sense in denying that the body he'd had his entire life was apparently, not to mention quite impossibly, changing into someone else because of Julie's spell empowered by that that unbelievable magic wand. But into who - or even what - could Julie be transforming him? He had no idea who he would be or what he would look like after the spell finally finished remolding him according to Julie's design. But regardless of whomever he was well on his way to becoming, Randy was convinced he wasn't going to like being him very much. But why couldn't he move a muscle? And why couldn't he speak? Randy realized Julie's first spell must have removed his mobility and rendered him speechless; Julie hadn't wanted him to attempt an escape or otherwise complain. And his body continued tingling all over - a most peculiar feeling he sure as hell didn't like. Randy remembered reading something in his book that might explain the tingling - bodies passing from one reality to the next often tingled until they fit in with their new reality. And then those disquieting tingling sensations abruptly ended. Whoever Julie had had in mind for him to be, he'd obviously now become. Although he could still neither speak nor move, Randy knew Julie was carefully scrutinizing the results of the spell she had used the wand to cast on him. There was also something very disquieting about that odd gleam showing in her eyes. Randy felt more uneasy now than he'd ever felt before. "That's not too bad for my first attempt," smiled Julie. "I think only a few minor adjustments will be necessary." Minor adjustments, thought Randy. What the hell kind of minor adjustments was she talking about? What could Julie have done to me? Quite obviously, Julie hadn't finished with him yet. As she pointed the wand at Randy again, she smiled. "I just know what I have in mind for you will be just so totally perfect, Randy dear." Her smile widened. "Now just relax, Randy. This shouldn't take very long either." Randy did as Julie suggested; he relaxed as best he could. But with Julie and her magic wand firmly in control of the situation, it wasn't as if he'd really had another choice. And then, Julie began casting her adjustment spells. "Dran amples twun ste viath Stem reitt sten du ste lacs Fahkem nupks dorm chidamon ghumte Shuvamb du nasnhe us ste gipk Fexy briy urgs, hake imbry thurn phoots Soff imt sarn, kwade femfadawe, greiths Excimt am faze du stardy-fax Pai Geiody ste cair us Irdenaf ste busnetz Stai fliff ge tefaret gy nem If veff if emwaet gy vunem." Once again Randy felt that peculiar tingling spreading rapidly throughout his entire body. He really wished he knew how his body was being changed. Was it actually possible that Julie had truly mastered an ancient language that allowed her to cast spells on people with the help of that wand? That now seemed very likely, given that his body was seemingly once more being physically changed into someone else. Finally, the tingling subsided again; Randy guessed he must now fit in with his new reality. Even though her actions annoyed him, Julie looked Randy over from top to bottom, from side to side, and from just about every other angle possible. Randy suddenly felt an inexplicable urge to turn Julie over his knee and spank her for all the trouble she'd caused him. If only I could move, he thought. "This is definitely much better," said Julie with a widening grin. Randy wondered what his former girlfriend meant by that odd crack. 'Much better' than what? "I'm sure you've begun wondering what I've done to you by now. I know I'd be really curious about that if I were you." She looked around the room. "Let's see if I can find something with which to show you just what I've accomplished." Julie pointed the wand at the chair her brownnosing cousin had given Randy last Christmas. "I've always hated that horrible-looking chair Frank gave you. And I'd be even more surprised if you liked the damn thing any more than I do." "Lussat heakamb pliar, catz cear basd Gepune gecler basd, im urmide imdakwe nassur am stw viff Hake ste bhitz us ste vadpl am Pluv Vhade." Julie had been right about how much he disliked that chair. He'd never known why Frank Mallory had given it to him; he'd probably just wanted to get rid of the ugly thing. But now Randy was wondering what other reasons Julie might have for transforming the chair her weird cousin had given him into that large antique mirror now hanging on the wall. On the other hand, Randy wasn't about to complain about losing that chair; it freed up some floor space for something more useful. And his new mirror - in both appearance and probable value - was certainly a vast improvement over its former incarnation as a chair. "Go take a look at yourself in the mirror," smiled Julie. "I'm sure you'll be suitably impressed with what I've accomplished, given what I had to work with. Randy wobbled unsteadily on his feet as he rose and began walking towards the mirror. Although he was uncertain why he was able to move again, his body just felt totally wrong - awfully strange and way out of kilter - with each step he took. But Randy didn't need to see his reflection to know his hair had somehow grown out to the middle of his back. The heavy weight to which he was unaccustomed now hanging from his chest could best be explained by his possession of a larger than average-sized pair of female breasts. And he certainly didn't need to feel at his crotch to know the strangeness he felt there while walking meant his manhood had gone AWOL. But once he'd reached the mirror, Randy stared at his (or should that now be her) reflection. He just couldn't help himself. Julie's wand and spells had remade him in ways he never would have imagined possible. He was now a very pretty girl apparently the same new youthful age as Julie. The girl reflected in the mirror had smoldering gray eyes. Her silky platinum blonde hair hung to the middle of her back. And Randy could also feel it constantly tickling the tops of his breasts. Randy frowned when he saw his new tits. By his own estimation, they should probably measure in around 36C, not much larger than Julie's. "If Julie was so intent on making me live the rest of my life as a girl, then I wish she could have given me a larger rack," he mumbled. "Knowing Julie, she was probably jealous that the guys would have found me more interesting than her." That unexpected thought about guys finding him in any way interesting made Randy cringe. But that thought also made Randy realize that his real male self would have probably become as hard as a rock looking at this pretty girl in the mirror - even though he would have preferred her having somewhat larger breasts. Suddenly, Randy turned and glared at a very amused Julie. "You're very pretty now, you know. And do you want to know something very interesting, Randy?" she asked. "I'm sure that when we finally get ourselves to the mall tonight, every boy we meet there is simply going to adore this new you." "Boys? At the mall? Adore me?" mumbled Randy. "No fucking way! You certainly can't mean what I think you mean." Randy was definitely becoming one very flustered young lady. "Don't even joke about me... and some boy... doing something like that... in the same breath!" exclaimed Randy in a soft dulcet voice he would have never recognized as his own. "Holy fucking shit!" he swore, after one of his small hands inadvertently brushed across one of his newly enlarged breasts sending pleasurable shivers rushing throughout his body. Emotionally overloaded, the very confused and thoroughly bewildered Randy suddenly passed out. ---------- Parallelalities - Take Three (Part 2 of Take Three) by Bill Hart ---------- Randy moaned softly as his consciousness slowly returned. After opening his eyes, he slowly looked around the room unsure of how long he might have been out of it. He was surprised at finding himself sprawled out on his couch; he had no idea how he'd got there. As his hands lightly probed his body, he was stunned once more by everything his fingers discovered. "I thought everything that happened must have been just a weird dream." But his hands had discovered it wasn't a dream; he still had a pair of female breasts and his body still possessed far more curves than any man should have. "This definitely is no dream, Randy dear." Julie smiled at him. "But I do suspect that all the pent up stresses induced by your change of sex has been a traumatic and disorienting experience for you." "You suspect it was traumatic? Is that all?" asked Randy angrily. "Don't you know the full effects of the spells you cast?" "Of course not, Randy. How could I know that unless I cast them on myself first?" replied Julie. "I'm totally and unequivocably female; I'm sure even you remember that. I've never had any desire to be a man. Why would I cast a spell on myself to turn me into a man?" "And I've never wanted to be female, Julie." Randy slid his hands slowly across his altered frame, then shook his head in disgust. "But that didn't seem to stop you from changing my body into one of a girl anyway." "But I wanted to go to the mall," snapped Julie. "And you didn't, my dear girl." "Don't call me that," snapped Randy. "What the hell does your wanting to go to the mall have to do with you changing me into a girl?" "You know something, Randy? As smart as you think you are, you can be really dense sometimes. Just think about what I've done to you for a few seconds. Looking like you do now, you can go shopping with me at the mall and no one will ever know you were even there." Julie paused for a moment to let what she'd told him sink in. "Just who do you think would ever believe that someone looking as totally hot as you do now could possibly be Randy Taylor?" "You goddamn bitch! I should have known!" he exclaimed, absently slipping one of his new slender hands onto one of his newly expanded hips in a decidedly feminine manner. "This is all about you getting your own way again. Damn it! I should have known." "Of course I want to have things my way. Don't you think I should know what would be best for me?" Julie's grin widened. "But I'm sure you'll feel so much better about yourself, if you just take another look at yourself in the pretty mirror." "No thanks. I've already seen the final results of your spell." And yet, even though Randy had no intentions of either standing up or looking at himself in the mirror, Randy was nevertheless drawn to the mirror. Unable to prevent it, he stood up and started ambling towards the mirror. But very oddly, with every new step he took, nothing about himself felt inherently wrong. His every movement, including the increased swishiness of his ass and hips and the new sexy bounce of his tits, just felt for lack of a better phrase - perfectly natural. "What did you do to me while I was unconscious?" But Randy arrived in front of the mirror before Julie could answer his question. Not really wanting to believe what he saw, Randy stared at his reflection. He didn't know why he hadn't noticed it before or even when it had happened - he was however certain he didn't like it - but he was now dressed almost exactly as Julie was dressed. His new tight-fitting pair of jeans hugged his slimmer waist and wider hips. And his equally tight tube top left his midriff bare, while clearly highlighting the more obvious aspects of his new feminine endowments. "We didn't have a lot of time to waste," replied Julie. "Even you must know the mall doesn't stay open all night. So while you were so peacefully sleeping, I simply pointed my wand at you, recited a little spell, and your current sexy physical state became totally natural for you. I think the boys are really gonna love you - just you wait and see." "What the hell are you talking about, Julie?" But even as Randy was objecting, he could feel his body becoming aroused at the mere thought of some boy at the mall being interested in him. Randy wasn't certain he liked this business of his becoming physically aroused at the thought of other boys. And he was thoroughly pissed with Julie for clearly messing with his mind. However, even though he had no intentions of ever being attracted to boys, Randy had started wondering, given that his appearance was now so decidedly female, whether or not he should make a few exceptions for any guys he considered exceptionally cute. "You shouldn't fight those feelings, Randy. It'll be a lot easier on you that way. And we'll also get to the mall that much sooner." "Up yours, bitch." In the mirror, Randy saw Julie frown. "Temper, temper, little girl," she chided. And given that she was also pointing her wand at him again, Randy wasn't overly surprised when Julie began casting another spell. "Um nihe nofambs mu humber noff, Taits nimhy shai staf namt. Hase umhy if senihe muv waev, Mev ipds du fuhehy excretz yoor possemd twine." "What the hell did you just do to me?" asked Randy nervously. While continuing to look at the girl's image in the mirror, Randy knew with an absolute certainty something had definitely been changed as the result of Julie's latest spell. But that was pretty much the whole problem in a nutshell. Just what the hell was different? Randy definitely had no idea what Julie's spell might have changed about her. Although she tried as hard as she could, Randy just couldn't spot anything noticeably different about herself. At the same time, Randy had begun wondering why she'd been so worried about the clothes she was wearing. She was convinced that Julie must have been behind those worries. They were definitely her clothes. And even though she knew they were a little tight and revealing, what could possibly be wrong with that? She had always enjoyed wearing clothes that showcased her body. Wearing them made her feel so sexy. And very obviously, they also made her look really hot, which was a definite asset whenever she went trolling for boys at the mall. And just thinking about those boys at the mall made Randy wonder why she'd been thinking something might be wrong with the idea of boys finding her attractive. After all, what could be more natural than some really cute guy finding a hot babe such as her attractive? And given her vast experience with the boys who hung out at the mall, Randy knew something would have to be wrong with any boy - there was most definitely nothing wrong with her - who failed to find her attractive. Except for that one rare exception of Julie's geeky dweeb cousin Frank Mallory, Randy had never found any guys whose company she didn't thoroughly enjoy. And yet, despite knowing everything she knew was absolutely true, Randy was still positive that deep down something must obviously be very wrong in her world. "Is something still bothering you, Randy?" Randy didn't know how to answer Julie's question. Her head was swimming in circles. Although knowing something about her current situation must be wrong, she slowly shook her head. She looked at Julie for a moment, then frowned as she replied, "I don't really know, Julie." All of a sudden Randy felt the upwelling of a new urge - one she couldn't possibly resist - to giggle. "Something isn't right, but I don't what it is. I feel so confused about myself." Randy began giggling again. Although it didn't make much sense to her, somehow being able to giggle made her feel so much better. "I should have realized I'd missed something important." She pointed the wand at Randy again. "I think another little spell should help eliminate your confusion once and for all." And once Julie began casting her wand-assisted spell, Randy's gray eyes rapidly glazed over. Sty femfe us fehs fhasds Stame mev bemter punes vast sty mev mine. Vhu yoo vere af mu humber vhu yoo ire. Umpe, Randy Taylor, fum us ste ciremds, Ge amtheit, Randi Taylor, stear tioblder, Am tiys us ste cith, am tiys yed du pune Iff kluv stai if Randi, sur Randy mewer vif "Are you feeling better now, Randi?" grinned Julie. Randi Taylor, formerly Randy Taylor, brushed several strands of her platinum blonde hair away from the front of her face. Whatever sense she'd had of something being wrong began fading. After only a few moments had passed, she no longer considered anything being wrong and she no longer remembered thinking anything had been wrong. After taking a long deep breath, she sighed. "I feel totally awesome, Julie. I can't understand why I was feeling so confused about myself earlier." But Julie decided she needed an additional test in order to confirm her spell hadn't altered more of Randi's mind than she'd intended. And it didn't take long to settle on the one test she considered truly infallible. "Randi," she began, "Would you mind telling me what you think of my cousin Frank Mallory?" "Frank Mallory? I really try not to think about him at all," replied Randi. "But since you asked me what I thought of him - I really hope you won't mind - I really think he's a geek; he's a horrible dweeb." Julie smiled at Randi's description; her thoughts about Frank hadn't appreciably changed. And yet, something unexpected had mysteriously changed. "Did you know that Frank gave me that antique mirror last Christmas," added Randi to Julie's surprise. "I know I shouldn't have - it was so expensive - but it was also so beautiful I just had to accept it from him. However, if I'd only known what was on his devious little mind, I would have never taken it." Randi crossed her arms under her breasts. "Frank's been hot after my body - not that I can really blame him - ever since," smiled Randi. "But that little bastard was figuring I'd spread my legs for him in gratitude." Julie was surprised at hearing Randi's new account concerning the mirror. After all, less than an hour ago the mirror had been just a stupid-looking chair. But she soon realized that the way she'd worded her spell had left the mirror transformed from the chair as a gift. And it had simply remained a gift from Frank to Randi. "You didn't; did you?" "Of course not, silly." Randi laughed. "And I really can't believe you even had to ask me that. I mean... me... and your dweeby cousin Frank? Don't make me gag." Randi then smiled at Julie. "It's getting late. Weren't we going to the mall tonight, Julie?" "I'd almost forgotten we were going to do that tonight." It wasn't actually a lie. Julie had simply been caught up in her own spells. She'd always dreamed of having the perfect girlfriend just like Randi who enjoyed doing the things she enjoyed doing. And now - at the mere cost of one totally expendable ex-boyfriend - she had one. Unexpectedly, someone began pounding on the door. Randi was annoyed with this apparent new delay, knowing the mall wouldn't remain open all night. She'd always hated having someone arrive at her door unannounced when she and her best friend Julie had made plans for a shopping binge at the mall. "Who the fuck can that be?" she snarled. Aren't you going to answer that?" "I suppose I'd better." But before Randi could take a step towards the door, whoever was outside pounded on it again. "It seems we must have some impatient bastard waiting outside," snapped Julie. "Or were you expecting someone else to show up tonight?" "I have no idea who might be out there, Julie. You know I would have never invited anyone else to come over tonight. After all, haven't we been planning our latest outing to the mall for well over a week?" Then who the hell, wondered Julie, could it be? No sooner had Randi opened the door, then she found herself locked in the tight embrace of her visitor. "Goddamn you, Frank!" she managed to exclaim. "How many times must I tell you to leave me alone! And don't you ever grab hold of me like that again." "What the hell are you doing back here, Frank? Didn't I tell you to get lost when I saw you outside earlier?" "Not that it's really any of your business, but I came here to see Randi," replied Frank. "And just in case you've forgotten, you selfish little bitch, this is Randi's apartment, not yours." Randi couldn't believe Frank had returned to bother her again. Ever since he'd given her that antique mirror last Christmas, he'd been showing up at her apartment at some of the weirdest and most unpredictable times. Even worse, the damn little geek typically had only one thing on his filthy little mind. "Just how many times must I continue repeating myself?" she asked him with growing annoyance. "I've told you over and over again that I'm not interested in you." "You can deny your interest as many times as you want, babe," replied Frank confidently. "No matter what you insist on telling me, I still know better." "It's that damn mirror," muttered Randi, staring daggers at Frank in disgust. "I should have never kept that damn thing." "You need help, Frank. Why do you constantly harass Randi like you do? She's told you she's not interested." "It's very simple. I just don't believe her," grinned Frank. "Why should I?" As Randi listened to Frank and Julie arguing, she continued staring at Frank. After a while, she began wondering why she'd never noticed just how cute Frank was before now. Something very strange seemed to be going on. Randi knew she'd never liked Julie's cousin. And these sudden strange ideas she had of him as someone kind of cute disturbed her. However, these ideas somehow didn't bother her nearly as much as she thought they should. "Randi and I had plans for the evening." "Oh boy! Another boring shopping expedition to the local mall," chuckled Frank. "Sometimes I really find it difficult to believe how dull and predictable you two girls can be most of the time." Randi, continuing to listen to their argument, said nothing. However, somewhere in the last few minutes her thoughts about Frank had gone through another distinct change. She no longer considered Frank as someone merely cute. In her mind's eye - even though Randi knew he couldn't be that food - Frank had somehow graduated several steps up her sliding boy scale from merely cute to handsome hunk. And if that wasn't enough, she was definitely starting to have feelings for Frank that she'd never expected to ever have for him in her life. "You're pitiful. Why don't you go out and find some other poor girl to endlessly bedevil?" "I'd rather stay here with Randi." Randi smiled at Frank. He really liked her. But that wasn't anything new, she'd always known Frank was hot for her body. However, much more oddly, Randi had never once suspected that she actually liked him back. And she definitely knew she must like him, since her pussy had suddenly grown so damp while she'd been thinking about him. That had never happened to her as a result of Frank's presence before. "Why don't you get yourself a life?" "I have one, cuz." "Yeah right," snarled Julie sarcastically. "Why don't you just go somewhere else and try finding yourself a girl who actually likes you?" "I've already found her." "Just who could be that stupid and hard up?" "Why me, of course, silly." Feeling incredibly sexy, Randi slinked her way over to Frank. Without a moment of hesitation, she planted her lips squarely on his. "What did I tell you, cuz," he smiled as Randi pulled back hesitantly. "I told you Randi was my girl." Julie was stunned by this new unexpected development. She was certain there had been nothing in any of her spells that should have turned Randi into Frank's girlfriend. That was a horrible fate even Julie would have never wished on her worst enemy. "Just when did all this shit between the two of you happen?" "Not too long after last Christmas," replied Randi with a wide grin. "I just fell in love with the beautiful mirror he gave me." Once again, but with an increased passion, Randi kissed Frank. She still remembered not liking Frank and thinking of him as a geek before last Christmas, but those feelings had definitely been submerged and altered since Frank had given her that wonderful mirror. Randi Taylor was now quite obviously a girl in love... with, as strange as it might have once seemed, Frank Mallory. "This is just so impossible," snapped Julie. And yet, it was very obviously happening. After a moment of thought, Julie concluded that this unexpected horrible development must somehow be connected with that spell which had changed that horrid chair into an antique mirror. "We knew you wouldn't like us seeing each other." "So Frank and I decided we'd keep it a big secret." "What about our plans of going to the mall?" "I am really sorry about that, Julie. But Frank and I have already made other plans; we're going to have to postpone our plans for a little while. Maybe we can go shopping some night next week." Julie stared at Randi in disbelief. She glared angrily at Frank. This wasn't how Julie had planned on things working out at all; it wasn't even close. She and Randi should have already been at the mall; they should have been there long before Frank showed up to screw things up even more. But Frank's arrival had only delayed them still further. That meant this was all Frank's fault. And yet, Frank's interference was something she could easily fix. "I won't let you cancel out on me at the last minute, Randi." Julie began grinning. "We're going to the mall tonight and that's final." "But Julie, I can't," objected Randi. "Didn't I just tell you that Frank and I have made other plans for tonight?" "That's okay, Randi. I'm open-minded about including someone else in our plans," grinned Julie. "Frank can go to the mall with us; that is, if he wants to come along." "Let's see," chuckled Frank. "You haven't really given me many choices. It's either me and Randi alone or the three of us wandering aimlessly around the mall. I hope you won't take this wrong way - not that I really give a shit - but I think I'll take me and Randi alone." "You can't do this to me." Julie began fumbling in her purse. "You must go to the mall with me." "No, we don't have to go to the mall." Julie pulled the wand out of her purse. With a wicked grin, she said, "Oh yes you do." Pointing the wand at Randi first, she quickly cast another spell. "Dudiffy surbed Frank Mallory." Randi shook her head. Giving Frank a thoroughly bewildered look, she asked, "Who are you? Are you some new friend of Julie's I don't know?" Frank was furious with his cousin. "What the hell did you do to Randi, you bitch?" "How do you know my name? I don't even know who you are." "It seems Randi's forgotten all about you, Frank." "You won't get away with whatever you've done to her, you conniving little bitch," snarled Frank. "I'll tell everyone what you've done to her." "Don't be so stupid. Of course I'll get away with this, you stupid twit," she chuckled. "And not that anyone would ever believe you, you won't be telling anyone what you've seen." Julie then pointed the wand straight at Frank. "Omighe du nuwe imt ampicighe us psaipl!" Frank, to his total surprise, suddenly froze in his tracks unable to move or speak. "You know, Frank, I really should have subjected you to my magic wand long before now." Julie smiled at her immobile cousin. "I'm sure everything would have gone a lot smoother with you totally out of the picture. But you don't need to worry, I won't remove you entirely. In short order, you'll have become a much better person. And once you've changed, I really think you'll enjoy accompanying Randi and me to the mall." "Ge hanger us surn, Nuht du sad oor mait. Taic vastam staf namt Samt fle us laf tefares Liwe lan itucd ler surn." While Julie and Randi watched, Frank's shape and bodily contours began rapidly altering. Within only a few moments, Frank had shrunk from his previous height of over six-foot to a more acceptable 5'7" of his developing new build. His waist slimmed noticeably, while his butt and hips expanded just as conspicuously. Although his face had become more feminine in appearance, he was still, provided you were actually looking for him, recognizably Frank. His eyes had turned an emerald green. And his hair had rapidly grown out - at the same time turning a fiery red hue - over the tops of his blossoming breasts, a rather impressive pair of mounds that had eventually quit expanding somewhere in the neighborhood of 46DDD. "Wow! How'd you do that, Julie? You somehow turned that guy into a girl," said Randi with surprise. "But I don't think it's really fair." Randi stared enviously at the newly transformed man. "Why did you give that total stranger - and a male stranger no less - a pair of boobies so much bigger than ours?" "I didn't. That spell was just supposed to turn him into his fantasy girl," replied Julie. "As weird as he's always been, I've never known he had that kind of big breast fetish," she muttered. "But I really thought he'd wind up looking a lot more like you." Randi looked puzzled. "Why should he look more like me? I don't even know who he is," she said innocently. "But with those big boobs you gave him, I think all the guys at the mall will be paying far more attention to him than they will to either of us. That's just not fair." "Never mind his current appearance, Randi. It's not important." "If you say so," she pouted sullenly. "I guess we should find out what Frank thinks about this change in his appearance." She pointed the wand at the newly transformed Frank. "Nugahady ge rebiamet, psaipl ge redormet." "What the hell have you done to me?" asked Frank almost immediately upon finding his speech restored. Although he'd felt all the peculiar sensations pulsing through his body as it was impossibly remolding, he still hadn't completely guessed the full extent of what Julie had done to him. That is, until one of his hands landing on his crotch and discovered his penis was missing. And then the other one landed squarely on one of his new large breasts. "You goddamn fucking bitch!" he exclaimed. "You've turned me into a girl! I've got tits!" But as his hand absently stroked each of his new large breasts in turn, Frank sighed in obvious pleasure. "And just what an utterly fantastic pair of tits I've been given!" He began rubbing them more vigorously. "I'll be damned! This feels damned incredible. I've always loved stroking some busty girl's tits, but I've never known how good it actually felt until right now." Julie stared at Frank. "You're such a beast." And having already listened to more of his shit then she could bear, Julie pointed the wand at him again. "Inche gufun muv fu uwerfazet, Retope muv du ste neim us lers imt name." "What are you doing to me now?" asked Frank, once his breasts began tingling. "No! You can't do this to me!" he screamed, as he realized his mammoth breasts had begun shrinking. "You jealous little bitch!" Frank yelled at his cousin, once the tingling - and its attendant shrinkage - ceased. "What the hell did you do to my wonderful tits?" But even to Frank, what Julie had jealously, as he gauged her action, done to his boobs was clearly obvious. Even though a little larger than Julie's, his new breasts had been shrunk to a size somewhat smaller than Randi's. "I thought they were a little too big for you to handle," smiled Julie. "I've simply made them more manageable for you." "I want you to put my boobs back the way you found them," demanded Frank. "I don't give a rat's ass whether or not you think they're manageable. Those were my tits you shrunk; I want my big tits returned right this instant." "But why?" asked Randi. "You're just like us now." Frank shook his head, then puzzledly stared at Randi. He put his hands on his breasts. "What the hell's wrong with me? And what's wrong with Randi?" "I really don't know what your problem is," snapped Randi, "but there's nothing wrong with me, buster." "Yeah right." Frank turned to Julie. "I don't know how you've done what you've done to us, Julie. But you've had your fun now; your games are now over." He glared at her. "I want you to do whatever you need to do to make me and Randi normal again. And I want you to do it immediately," he demanded. "Ever since you were little you've always been such a party pooper, you know," grinned Julie. "But if normal is what you want, then I suppose normal is what you're going to get. Just stand still, Frank," said Julie as she pointed the wand at him again. "This won't take very long." "Nihe ird stoo mud, nihe lith stoo mewer gaim. Senihe stuo ird muv, senihe lith stoo ewer gaim. Umpe fum us ny sister's father, Muv tioblder us ny nuster's gruster, Frank Mallory mu nure, Frannie Malone surewer nure." Julie then pointed the wand at Randi. Frannie Malone, yoo vaff muv renenger Geth twaemts liwe ve strai ewer gaim "Frannie!" exclaimed Randi, as her awareness, albeit somewhat modified from before, returned. "When did you get here?" Frannie slowly shook her head. "I'm not sure exactly." Julie smiled with the new changes now fully evident in her cousin's young body. In transforming Frank into Frannie, she'd altered his parentage. Frannie was still her cousin. But instead of being the son of her father's sister as Frank had been, the new Frannie was now the daughter of her mother's brother. And along with this change in her parentage had come very noticeable - at least to Julie, even if to no one else - changes in Frannie's appearance. Her formerly red hair and green eyes had both turned brown. Absolutely nothing remained visibly Frank in her face. In fact, Frannie had become a real babe - a veritable man magnet - who would be a real asset at the mall. And, just like those Randi and Julie were wearing, Frannie was now dressed in a tight-fitting pair of jeans with an equally tight midriff-baring tube top. "What took you so long to get here, Frannie?" Frannie stretched her arms over her head, then slowly shook her head again. "I don't really know, Julie. I seem to be a little confused about that for some reason. And yet, I'm absolutely certain I left home at the time I told you I would." "You didn't get lost, did you?" "How could I possibly get lost coming over here, Randi? You know I've been here just millions and millions of times." Frannie suddenly giggled. "I'm starting to sound like that Carl Sagan guy I saw on television." "You watch too much televisio, Frannie," replied Randi, as she and Julie succumbed to Frannie's giggles. "Whatever made you arrive so late can't be overly important," said Randi, even as Frannie sauntered over to the look at herself in the antique mirror she'd bought her good friend Randi last Christmas. "I guess not, since I'm here and all right." Frannie posed before the mirror. For an instant, it seemed as if she'd never seen herself before. "Hot damn, I'm one totally hot babe," she smiled as that feeling vanished. And then rather sheepishly, she turned towards Julie. "It's not to late is it?" she asked. "I mean, we still have time to go the mall tonight. Don't we?" "There's always time to go to the mall." "You can say that again, Julie. I just wish there could be a few more of us going tonight." "If it's just the three of us, then what are we doing just hanging around here shooting the breeze?" asked Frannie. "Let's hurry up and get our hot little asses down to the mall." Seemingly within moments and without another word spoken, the three attractive girls - the best of friends since they were small - were entering the mall. Their sole intent for the entire evening was doing a little shopping and having as much fun as they possibly could. The End