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The InstaScepter By Bill Hart Hank stared at his best friend. "You must be insane, Matt! Is this why you wanted me to come over here this morning?" "I am not insane! I'm perfectly normal, Hank!" Matt glared back at his friend. "I wouldn't have asked just anyone to do this for me, I'll have you know." "How long have we been friends?" "A long time. Since we were little kids," replied Matt. "That's why I thought I could count on your help in getting Jessie back. She'll be at Frank Wilson's party tonight." "Give it a rest; it's over. Jessie has moved on, Matt. She's dating someone else now." Hank shook his head. In fact, she was currently dating several someone elses. "She wasn't really your type anyway. Whatever it is you're thinking about doing will never work. It's as plain and simple as that." "How can you say something like that?" asked Matt. "You don't even know what I've got in mind. Jessie still loves me; I just know she does. I simply have to make her jealous enough so that she'll realize it for herself. Once I've done that, then everything should be perfectly all right between us again. We won't actually know if my plan will really work as I think it should until we give it a try." "I don't believe this. You're a hopeless case," replied Hank. "Were you even invited to Frank's party tonight?" "Of course not, Hank. Why would Frank Wilson ever invite me to one of his parties?" asked Matt. "He doesn't even like me; I'm sure he hates my guts." He smiled oddly at his best friend. "I'm sure he knows I feel the same way about him too. But none of that shit is going to keep us away from his party tonight." "It's not. What the hell do you mean 'us' anyway?" Hank was clearly worried about his friend's state of mind. "I don't believe you're serious about this. As soon as he sees you, he'll beat the crap out of you. You know how that damn bastard feels about gatecrashers." Hank shook his head slowly. "Once he finishes up with you, he'll beat the crap out of me just for the hell of it." "No, he won't," said Matt calmly. "What the hell do you mean 'no, he won't'?" asked Hank. "He likes beating the crap out of people. He gets off on inflicting pain. I'm sure you remember that the last person who tried going to one of his parties uninvited spent the next three weeks in the hospital. He had to have reconstructive surgery... twice. And he still walks around with a cane and a limp." "I remember that poor boy," smiled Matt. "Don't you worry about that. I won't let him hurt you like that." "Gee thanks," said Hank. "How the bloody hell do you intend on keeping that sadistic bloodthirsty bastard from doing that to me? Once you're down and out for the count and being put into the ambulance, I'm dead meat. Living the rest of my whole life depends on me going nowhere near that damn party tonight." "I got an invitation." "How the hell did you get an invitation?" screamed Hank. "Didn't you just finish telling me that he'd never invite you to one of his parties?" "That was the overall gist of what I said," smiled Matt. "But just because he'd never invite me to one of his parties doesn't mean I can't have an invitation to one." "Shit. This is even worse than I thought it was." Hank stared at his friend. "Who the hell did you steal that from?" "I didn't steal it, I made it myself." Matt handed the invitation to Hank. "They'll never know the difference between this and the real thing. Frank will probably wonder about it for a few minutes, but then he'll just wind up thinking he sent me this invitation himself." "Just what the hell have you been smoking today? And why haven't you been sharing it?" Very carefully, Hank looked over the invitation in his hand. "This is good. It almost looks like the real thing." "It is the real thing." "That's impossible!" replied Hank. "You just said you made it." But something else had begun bothering him. "This says 'Matt Jeffries and date'." He felt somewhat relieved at the wording. There wasn't too much he could do to stop his friend from using his counterfeit invitation, but at least he wouldn't have to go with him and watch the ensuing carnage. "Who are you planning on taking with you tonight, Matt?" "You, of course. Haven't you been listening to anything I've been saying to you?" Matt smiled oddly. "I know you've always wanted to go to one of Frank's parties. Here's your chance." "Your bogus invite says 'and date'," snapped Hank. "Those dumb and dumber redneck bastards aren't going to accept me as your 'date' any more than I want to be your 'date'. I don't want any of those idiots out spreading any shit about me liking other guys." "Don't worry about that, Hank," smiled Matt. "Nothing like that is gonna happen." "You're damn right it ain't gonna happen," snapped Hank. "I ain't going anywhere near Frank Wilson's house." "Of course, you are. I need your help with my plan." Matt's continued smile made Hank increasingly nervous. "Besides, that's what this is for." He held up a rather ordinary looking very thin, eighteen-inch long, white stick. "What the hell is that supposed to be? Frank won't be scared by that wimpy looking thing." "The girl in the small shop at the mall who sold it to me called it an InstaScepter," replied Matt. "All I have to do is 'point, click, and wish'." Hank hadn't paid any attention when Matt had pointed the dumb looking stick his way. "That's how I got this invitation, you know. I took a blank sheet of paper, pointed the InstaScepter at it, clicked the little button, wished I had an invitation to Frank Wilson's party, and there it was." "You expect me to believe that totally bogus load of horseshit?" asked Hank. "Just how fucking gullible do you think I am, Matt?" And yet, why did his voice suddenly sound so odd in his ears? "Just what the hell are you smiling at?" he demanded, even though his voice still sounded really odd and certainly didn't come across as very threatening. Matt simply continued smiling. Annoyed with his friend's behavior, Hank shook his head. As he did, an unexpected mass of thick dark brown hair swirled about his neck and shoulders. He stared at the long slender fingers with the long pink fingernails that had reached up and grabbed a handful of the hair that was simply several inches too long to have been on top of his head. His eyes widened in stunned shock, as one of his hands slipped down to his chest. "Holy fucking shit!" he exclaimed. "I've got a pair of tits!" His voice had definitely sounded higher pitched and more sensual than he would have liked hearing come out of his mouth. "You sure do have tits. I'm sure you'll agree that having a pair is definitely better than having just one," replied Matt with a big smile spread across his face. "They're big and firm, very sensitive too I'd imagine, you know. Even as big as you are, you won't need a bra." Matt's smile widened still further. "If you'll take some time to check it out, I'm sure you'll find you have a hot moist pussy as well." "Shit!" swore Hank, once his hand shot down to his crotch and confirmed his missing manhood, as well as the existence of this hot damp pussy beneath his tight bikini thong. He hadn't even noticed what he'd been wearing before now. "How the hell?" he mumbled, still in shock at his latest discovery. "Point, click, and wish," replied Matt simply. Hank stared at Matt. "If that's the case, then you can just 'point, click, and wish' me back to the way I was before you did this to me. Do it right now." "No," replied Matt simply. "What the hell do you mean 'no'!" growled Hank. He swept the hair that had fallen across his face away with a casual practiced ease. "I don't want to be a girl." "You don't have to remain a girl all that long. We still have a party to go to tonight. Remember the invitation. Don't worry, I'll change you back again as soon as we get back," replied Matt. "Even you must have realized by now that Hank Schuyler showing up with me at Frank's party would have never made Jessie jealous. She might have even hurt herself laughing at us so hard and so long. You wouldn't have wanted that to happen to her. Would you?" Hank sighed; he was stuck. Matt had all the cards in his hand. There simply wasn't anything he could do about changing his current set of circumstances. He had no idea what had happened to that stupid stick Matt had used to turn him into a girl. He picked up the invitation again. "What the fucking hell's going on?" The invitation no longer read 'Matt Jeffries and date'. "This damn invitation now reads 'Matt Jeffries and Hallie Schuyler' now." "Of course it does, Hallie. That's just who everybody thinks you are now - Hallie Schuyler," replied Matt. "Who would have ever believed that someone looking as totally hot as you would ever be named Hank anyway?" "You're probably right," replied Hank. The only problem he had with the name was he'd never once thought of himself as a Hallie. But why should he? He just hoped he'd remember to answer to that name. "Are you sure there isn't another way, Matt?" "We could stay here a while. We could even blow off that party altogether, Hallie," replied Matt. "You've become quite attractive now; you're a really hot babe. We could spend some quality time getting better acquainted." 'In your damn wet dreams, asshole,' thought Hank, as he glared at Matt in total disgust. "We don't need to get any better acquainted; I know everything I need to know about you. When the time comes, let's just go to your damn fucking party," he snarled. "The sooner we get there, the sooner we can leave again." It still ticked him off that his best friend actually thought he might be that kind of girl just because he was a girl. *** As Matt and Hank walked together toward Frank Wilson's house, several guys along the way clearly noticed the sexy girl Hallie that Hank had now become. He wished his boobs would quit bouncing. He wanted his ass to stop swaying back and forth so noticeably. Hank wasn't too sure he liked getting all this attention, especially from a bunch of guys he didn't know. However, at the same time, he would have been sorely pissed if even one of them had ignored him. He didn't know why he had these conflicting thoughts. He needed to get Jessie and Matt back together as soon as possible. It wasn't that tough decision to make, even though he still considered Jessie all wrong for Matt. The sooner he could accomplish his part of Matt's dumb plan, the sooner he could get his real body restored. When they finally arrived at Frank Wilson's house, Hank began feeling antsy. He still wasn't totally convinced that Matt's conjured invitation would get them inside. Frank had never liked Matt; that was well known and undeniable. If he even thought this invitation might be slightly bogus, what would he consider doing to this girl he'd become after swiftly dealing with Matt. Hank didn't like any of the thoughts he was having on that subject. Those two exceptionally large hulking beasts manning the gate had stared intently at the invitation for a few minutes that felt more like several hours to Hank. Of course, when they hadn't been trying to determine if the invitation was real or phony, they'd leered hungrily at Hank's breasts. Those bastards had made him feel far more uncomfortable than he'd ever felt in his entire life. Hank no longer had any doubts what they'd try doing with him if Matt wasn't there. Eventually, they let them pass through the gate. Hank felt greatly relieved as they entered. However, he could still feel their eyes fixed on his ass as he and Matt kept walking away from them. How did real girls cope with this kind of shit all the time? And yet, how else could he possibly expect them to act in the presence of such a hot, sexy babe as he now was? "Hi there, Hallie," said one of the guys sitting alone at the pool. He pretty much ignored Matt. That was no great surprise. Just about everyone else was ignoring Matt. He was just that kind of guy. "Hi yourself, Todd," replied Hank. He had no idea how he could have known the guy's name. Hank couldn't remember ever having met him before. After all, he'd never really paid much attention to the male contingent of Frank Wilson's strange crowd. Hank suddenly grew nervous as he saw Frank Wilson approaching them. He was afraid the shit was about to hit the fan head on. "Hello, Hallie," he smiled, leaving no doubt what he was thinking. "You're certainly looking hot and sexy today, babe." Hank smiled back at Frank, even as if he felt his face flush. "Thank you, Frank," he replied in a far more sexy manner than he'd intended. He also wished Frank would keep his damn hands to himself. At the same time, even though it made him want to puke, Hank felt a sudden physical attraction toward Frank. He wondered what else that stupid damn stick of Matt's had done to him. Just what had Matt's actual wish been? "Hello, Jeffries," said Frank coolly. "Wilson," replied Matt in an equally cool manner. Clearly, neither of them was happy to see the other. It was simply a case of Matt being more or less tolerated because he was here with Hallie. What was going to happen to Matt when he decided to make his move toward Jessie? Hank wasn't too sure he wanted to find out that answer. He was, however, thoroughly convinced that every guy here would be hitting on him once Matt had been knocked unconscious and no longer cared or worried about anything else. On the other hand, that might turn out to be a lot of fun. Matt was just too hung up on Jessie. Matt slid his arm around Hank's waist. Hank might not have liked it, but he made neither objection nor complaint. A moment later, their lips unexpectedly met. In spite of everything else he was feeling, the very surprised Hank definitely found the kiss very pleasing. He decided right then and there he'd have to borrow that damn stick of Matt's. For what he had in mind, he wouldn't even need to be as complicated as 'point, click, and wish'. He should be able to 'stick' one end or the other - which end, didn't really matter - up Matt's ass just fine. When their kiss broke, Hank saw Jessie glaring their way. She was standing beside Richard Andrews, his arm wrapped tightly around her waist. If looks could have killed, Hank knew he would have been instantly fricasseed. 'Just what is her fucking problem?' he thought. 'She was the one that had dumped Matt, not the other way around. What was going on in that girl's head anyway? How could she have ever dumped Matt for that dumb old dork Richard Andrews?' Hank shook his head, wondering how he could have known Richard's name. He'd never met him, or even seen him, before tonight. At least he didn't think he had. Some things were a little confused in his head. On the other hand, it didn't take a rocket scientist to know the dumb fool was a dork. A dork by any other name was still a dork. Hank certainly knew a dumb dork whenever he saw one. Richard Andrews was definitely one. He also wondered what Matt had ever seen in Jessie Powaqa. Just from the look of her, the damn bitch had to be one spoiled pain in the ass. It was so patently obvious to him that Jessie was one of those kinds of girls that got whatever she wanted whenever she wanted it. She also - Hank saw it all so clearly now - only wanted something until she finally got it. Why couldn't Matt see that for himself? Jessie was going to be a problem. Quite possibly, she'd be a major one. Matt's idea of making her jealous was simply the worst possible approach he could have taken with her. She certainly viewed him - that is, Hallie - as someone who was simply trying to take something - or someone, in the case of Matt - that belonged to her. When Hank looked back toward Jessie, he was surprised seeing another girl standing beside her. He had been so certain, there'd been a boy standing there with her only a moment before. But nobody else near Jessie seemed to notice anything different. Besides, Hank's imagination was known to become vividly overactive at times. It was particularly so during those times when he was feeling stressed. He was definitely feeling totally stressed at the moment. On top of all of that, who in their right mind could have ever mistaken the hot and sexy Ruth Andrews for some boy? Her wild mane of shoulder-length hair was unmistakable identification. In addition to that, the girl had tits that easily made the Alps look like small molehills. Once Ruth had left hanging onto to the arm of Brad Addams - there was still another male name Hank didn't how he'd known it - Jessie began slowly walking their way. She had an odd look in her eyes that Hank found unnerving. "Hi, Matt honey," she smiled warmly. "Schuyler," she growled coldly. "I'm glad you could come to our little party tonight. I thought Frank might have forgotten to send you your invitation," she said sweetly. "I just don't see why you found it necessary to bring this damn whore along with you." Hank glared at Jessie. Knowing anything he might say in retaliation for Jessie's unwarranted barb might jeopardize their reconciliation and his restoration, Hank wisely remained silent. He could easily take a few insults from this damn bitch in order to get his male body returned to him. "Hallie's not a whore," said Matt in defense of his friend. "She's a friend of mine." "She's your friend? That's my mistake, I suppose," snarled Jessie coldly. "Do you want to go to my room now, lover boy?" "You know I do, babe." "Then go on ahead. I'll join you there in just a few minutes." Jessie leaned over and kissed Matt squarely on the lips. "I just want to have a few words with this damn bitch." "Hallie's not a damn bitch." "Don't ever contradict me again, Matt. If I say this girl's a damn bitch, then she's a damn bitch." Jessie glared at Matt. "Accept it now as the truth, lover. Or leave and never come around here bothering me again." Without saying another word, Matt turned and headed straight for Jessie's room. He'd just caved in without any complaint. Hank didn't know how Matt or he knew that Jessie's room was in the direction Matt was heading. Hank had never been here before. He'd always assumed Matt had never been here either. Clearly, he'd been wrong about that. "And you called me a damn bitch," snapped Hank. He'd had more than enough of Jessie's shit to last a lifetime. "After that little performance of yours, if there's a damn bitch here, I'd have to say it must be you." "That's close enough, little whore. You were only off by a letter," smiled Jessie. "You really should never touch what doesn't belong to you, bitch." "Matt's my friend; that's all there is to it." "Not anymore he isn't," grinned Jessie. "What are you talking about?" "Matt no longer has any idea who you are, silly bitch," replied Jessie with that unnerving grin. "I've simply removed all knowledge and thoughts of you from his mind. He could stand right next to you; he wouldn't know who you were. And since you obviously never learned the proper respect for other people's property that you should have as a child, I'm going to very generously give you a second chance to correct that little character fault." "What are you talking about?" Hank's voice suddenly sounded funny in his ears. Why had Jessie suddenly become so much taller than him? "What the hell is going on around here?" "You're going to have to watch that foul mouth of yours, young lady." Jessie began laughing. "I suppose we really should call your parents now, Hannah dear. I'm going to have to have a long talk with Frank about those moronic clowns he hired to work the gate. Eight-year-olds really were not supposed to be admitted onto the grounds tonight. "I'm eight years old?" Hank ran his hands quickly across his body. His tits were gone. His hair reached down to his waist. "Oh shit!" He was also a little on the chunky side as well. He was wearing braces on his teeth again. He might have been a young boy, except his exploring hand quickly discovered that part of him was still missing. "It will be a few years before you start thinking about taking something that doesn't belong to you again, Hannah," grinned Jessie. "As Hannah, things won't come anywhere near as easily as they always had for Hallie. Maybe next time, you won't be so quick to touch and grab the property of others." With that, Jessie swirled around and headed for her room to join Matt. "Shit!" Hank sighed, as he watched Jessie depart. "I suppose, things might have been worse," he mumbled. But he sure as hell didn't know how. If Matt no longer knew who he was - the fact that he was now an eight- year-old girl added considerable strength to Jessie's claim in his mind - then how was he ever going to get his proper male body back again. He might have had a reasonable shot at getting into Matt's apartment if he'd still been Hallie, but nobody would ever consider letting chunky eight-year-old Hannah into his room. As he sank down into one of the deck chairs about the pool, Hank realized he would probably have to age and go through puberty all over again. That was a horrible thought. It hadn't been all that much fun the first time. Only this time around, he'd be doing it as a girl with plenty of those female hormones coursing rampantly through his body. It seemed highly likely he'd lose his true sense of self somewhere along the line. *** A soft gentle shaking awakened Hank. That was strange. He hadn't even realized he'd fallen asleep. "It seems the witch got you real good, Hannah," said a male voice beside him. "However, you might consider yourself lucky. She must have been in one of her very rare good moods." "Witch? Lucky?" As Hank rubbed the sleep from his eyes, his small hands reminded him of what had happened. "Damnit. I'm eight years old. What witch are you talking about?" "The witch Jessie Powaqa, of course. It's Hopi for witch - that is, Powaqa is, not Jessie - but she's definitely no Hopi. Don't tell me you didn't know she was a witch," replied the voice. "That explains a lot. It might also explain why you're currently eight years old. You may not know it, but there are a great many other things you might now be instead of eight years old, little girl." Hank stared at the man sitting beside him. Even though the man was so much larger - at least relatively speaking - than he'd been before his encounter with Jessie, Hank still recognized him from earlier in the day. "You're Todd," he said clearly. "I saw you... earlier, at the pool." Hank didn't have any idea how long he'd been asleep. All he really knew was it was still fairly dark, so it couldn't have been very long. "You remember me from your arrival? How very strange?" Todd looked the eight-year-old girl over carefully. "I doubt you should have really remembered anything. This must be the witch's doing. She must have wanted you to remember for some reason. That witch can be such a bitch at times." "Can you help me out here, Todd?" asked Hank sweetly. All he had to do was take him back to Matt's room so he could find that stupid InstaScepter. Everything should be simple from there. "Perhaps, I can." Todd had a strange gleam in his eyes. "She is fully occupied with your young man Matt at present. We were all surprised she let him get away before. We were even more surprised that you brought him back here. He'll be extremely lucky to escape her bed this time without becoming a Marianne or maybe even a Melissa. However, Jessie just might fancy him more as a Misty or even a Megan. One never really knows what she'll do. Her unpredictability might have been what saved you. I'm sure you witnessed how easily she changed Richard into Ruth." "I didn't actually; I'd turned away just for a moment," replied Hank. "But that explains a lot." He looked Todd straight in the eye. "Can you help me get away from here?" he repeated. "I can try; she might not notice," replied Todd. "I'm nowhere near as powerful as she is. Few are. And she is female; I am not. She is like all the other witches here, who ignore mostly their brothers and sons. We're not overly important to any of them. I'd like to show her otherwise." Hank nervously swallowed. He'd begun thinking Todd wasn't really his best hope for salvation. Hank doubted the man's sanity. He believed in witches and spells. On the hand, Hank was an eight-year-old girl at the moment. "Perhaps, this isn't such a good idea." "Nonsense, girl," replied Todd. "We should just get started. We'll let the chips fall wherever they may." "But..." Hank abruptly paused. He didn't know why, but he suddenly felt somewhat strange again. Whatever had happened quickly passed. Once he stood up, he realized he was now a lot taller than he'd just been. His hair only reached the middle of his back now. His hand shot to his chest. "What's going on, Todd? I've got tits again. They're nowhere near as large as they'd been before, but they're very definitely tits." These smaller, barely noticeable, sized boobs were all right with Hank. They were more manageable. He neither needed nor wanted the monster- sized knockers Matt had given him before returned; they simply attracted too much attention, particularly from men. All he really wanted to do was go back to Matt's apartment, find that stupid damn InstaScepter, and turn himself back into a man. Was that asking too much? "Whoa there, horsey," said Todd. "Damn! You must have really pissed off the bitchy witch of the east something fierce for her to cast this kind of spell on you." Todd shuddered briefly. "What, if anything, did she tell you before she left?" "Not that much really. She was pretty cryptic," replied Hank. "She basically said things wouldn't come anywhere near as easily for Hannah as they'd always had for Hallie." "I'm afraid she definitely didn't lie to you about that, Hortensia?" Todd looked at Hank and shivered again. "Hortensia?" "Sure. What were you expecting? You're Hortensia Schuyler now. You simply can't be Hannah anymore, because you're no longer eight years old," replied Todd. "You might be the same age Hallie had been when you got here this evening, but you sure as hell aren't her anymore either." "Why not?" "Are you kidding me? Give me a break," replied Todd with a roll of his eyes. "I don't have the power Jessie has. Hallie was a really hot babe. You damn well aren't." He looked around the area, then slowly shook his head. "This is nothing personal. I kind of hate the idea of calling you a dog, Hortensia. I sure hope you don't take this the wrong way. I kind of think you'd have a whole lot of trouble attracting a drunken St. Bernard that had downed a couple dozen too many of those little kegs of brandy they always wear around their necks for rescuing those people up in the mountains." "No offense taken, Todd," replied Hank. "I don't really have to be a beauty queen, Todd." It didn't bother Hank a bit that Hortensia was, to be more politically correct, a little bit on the beauty-challenged side. That actually worked to his advantage. No one would pay any real attention to him now. That was just the way he liked it. He'd be able to sneak into Matt's apartment and grab the damn InstaScepter without anyone being the wiser. "We might have a small problem here, Hortensia." "What might that be?" Hank couldn't imagine what kind of problem Todd might be worried about. He had a good idea that people would go out of their way to avoid him. "I'm not sure whether or not you're noticed the obvious, Hortensia," began Todd. "There just aren't a lot of girls here tonight that look anything like you." "So what," replied Hank. "I told you I didn't need to be a beauty queen." "I know what you told me, but it would still help if you were just a little prettier." Todd frowned. "Now don't go getting me wrong here, Hortensia. I'm not talking about pinning the beauty meter here. It's just that when Jessie comes back, finds Hannah missing, and sees you standing around looking for a fire hydrant, she's gonna know just who you are. Once that happens, the shit's gonna hit the fan then for sure. You're very likely to get more than a little splattered." "Oh," said Hank. "Now that you've explained things, I can see where that might cause a problem or two." He also realized that Jessie might not be so nice - not that he thought she'd been - this time. He didn't relish the idea of waking up the next time and discovering he'd become a real bitch - that is, a card-carrying, four-legged, tail-wagging dog with a penchant for going into heat. "Is there something you can do about keeping Jessie away from me?" "I'd have to prettify you up a bit," replied Todd. "Prettify?" asked Hank. "Just what does that mean?" "Isn't it obvious. However, you don't need to worry about that at all, Hortensia," smiled Todd. "The prettification process I've initiated for you is already well underway." Hank was suddenly feeling rather peculiar again. He also knew, quite suddenly and very inexplicably, this was a helluva big mistake. When he looked down, he could easily see that the barely noticeable boobs he'd had as Hortensia were now every bit as large as Hallie's had been before he'd been turned into Hannah. And even worse than that, they were still expanding. "Aren't these things big enough already?" asked Hank, as he felt at his chest. Was that his voice he'd just heard? It sounded so hot and sensual. It just seemed to ooze sex. "Not quite yet, Honey," replied Todd. "I think a few additional inches will be more satisfactory." "Okay, I suppose," said Hank. Strangely, he simply didn't know what else to say. At least he didn't until after he realized he'd gained a thick mass of platinum blonde hair. "Do you like my hair, Todd?" he asked in that same hot sensual voice. By then, Hank was afraid things had gone a little too far in this damn prettification process. That damn slimy bastard Todd had taken full advantage of his naivete and made things even worse than they'd been. Hank decided he'd put a stop to this shit. Instead, he began giggling. He couldn't - didn't really want to - stop giggling. He was simply enjoying himself far too much to want to stop. Suddenly, and quite inexplicably, he planted a wet juicy kiss squarely on Todd's lips. Hank knew he shouldn't have done something like that, but no longer really gave a shit. He certainly didn't want anyone thinking he was some old wet blanket bitch that didn't know how to have fun with his man. What if Todd didn't like him? What would he do then? By the time, Hank realized the thoughts he was thinking - his brain cells had slowed to a working speed of about five percent tops - Todd had begun lightly stroking Hank's now overabundant breasts and supersensitive nipples. Nothing else really mattered to Hank just then. Additional thoughts, aside from pleasing Todd, became both superfluous and unnecessary. Then quite abruptly, the mood Todd had been cultivating was shattered. "Todd William Wahlstrom!" screamed a female voice. "You philandering bastard. Just what the hell do you think you're doing with that damn trollop!" Todd's eyes widened. "It's not what you're thinking, Jolene." "I'm not even a trollop," objected Hank, even though his brain cells were still working far below their normal capacity. "My name's Honey Schuyler." He turned toward Todd. "What's a trollop anyway?" "Honey?" snarled Jolene. She glared daggers at Todd. "It seems you have a very short memory. I told you what would happen the very next time I caught you with some blonde floozy." Hank's head was still spinning madly. He had no idea what was going on. "I'm not a floozy," he objected. Although he wasn't too sure just what a floozy might be, there was simply no sense in denying the blonde part. "Todd was just playing with my boobies a little bit. What could be wrong with that?" "Shut up, Honey!" screamed Todd at Hank. "What did you say to me, you bastard?" screamed Jolene back at him. "Not you, honey," replied Todd. "I meant Honey." He shook his head after suddenly realizing he was just digging himself a deeper and deeper hole with every word he said to his angry girlfriend. "You know what..." A sudden blinding flash of light brought blissful peaceful silence. *** "That light? What the hell just happened?" mumbled Hank, as his eyesight slowly began returning to his still tearing eyes. He also wondered why his voice sounded so much different than it had before. "Shit," he grumbled as a few vague memories of what that damn bastard Todd had done to him began surfacing. "I hope you're fucking pleased with yourself," said an angry, but awfully damn sexy sounding, female voice from not very far away. When Hank turned his head to investigate, he saw this dark-haired girl about fourteen, maybe even as much as fifteen, standing there, hands on her hips, glaring angry daggers at him. He wondered who the girl was. At the same time he couldn't keep from staring back at her. The girl sported a monster pair of tits; each of them reminded him of Pike's Peak. "Damnit! You can quit staring at my boobs anytime now, bozo," snapped the girl. "I just can't believe any of this shit." "Who the hell are you?" asked Hank. The girl glared at him with renewed vigor. "Who the hell am I? What the fucking shit do you mean 'who the hell am I'?" She shook her head slowly. "Damn you to hell! I just don't fucking believe you." "What's wrong?" That had clearly been the wrong question to ask her. "And after I went to all that trouble to help you too. How soon they forget?" As she shook her head again, her dark hair swirled about her head and shoulders. "You should have just kept your big damn mouth shut. As angry as she was, the very last thing Jolene needed to hear you say was that I'd been playing with your boobs." "But that was what you'd been doing." Hank stared at the girl. "Are you trying to tell me you're actually Todd?" he asked. He might not have believed what he was seeing if he hadn't already had such trying day of his own." "Give the boy two points," sulked the transformed Todd. "At least you're not the total moron I thought you were." Todd slid one of her hands under one of her massive breasts. "Nice hunk of female flesh I've got here. Don't you agree?" Hank nodded absently. Even though Todd no longer looked anything like the Todd that had helped him earlier, Hank wondered why he couldn't take his eyes off Todd's exceptionally large tits. No other girl he'd seen - Todd was very definitely all girl in her current appearance - since Matt had first used that damn InstaScepter to change him into a girl had caused this kind of reaction from Hank. "Jolene was always threatening to give me a sizable pair of breasts of my own so I'd have a little something to play with when she wasn't around." Todd suddenly smiled at Hank. "She finally went and did it. This is all your fault, you know. How would you like to play with my boobies for a little while, big boy? It seems only fair since I got to play with yours earlier." "That's the second time you called me a boy." "You're not very observant. Why shouldn't I call you a boy, Horace?" replied Todd. "It's all a part of Jolene's spell, you know. Although you look like you're in the neighborhood of fifteen or sixteen, she took what made me a man and gave it to you. Just where did you think she got all this hot great tittie flesh for me? You're now Horace Schuyler. And she made me Tonya Whitney Wahlstrom. You can just call me Tonya now, my handsome little stud muffin." "I'm a boy?" Hank reached down to his crotch. "You're right. I really am a boy." "I told you so, silly," smiled Tonya, her stance and mannerisms having suddenly taken a decided turn toward the feminine. "You'd better get used to having a cock, Horace sweetie. Jolene might decide to change me back into Todd when she thinks I've finally learned my lesson." She casually flipped her hair away from the front of her face. "But there will have to be a blizzard in the bowels of hell before she'll ever begin considering turning you back into Honey." "That's all right with me," smiled Hank. "I won't really mind remaining Horace for a while." This was great. At least he was no longer a girl. All the guys at this party would no longer be thinking about trying to get into his pants now. He might even be able to pass himself off as Matt's younger brother. It should also make things that much easier getting into Matt's apartment now. "Is it hot in here all of a sudden?" asked Tonya. "Or is it just me?" She smiled at Hank. "I never really noticed before what a really hot handsome stud you've become, Horace dear." "What do you think you're doing, Tonya?" Hank didn't like the lusty look growing in her eyes. He'd seen that look - not as often as he would have liked - before. He just didn't like the idea of fucking some girl who'd been a guy not too long ago. "I don't really know, Horace. Whatever it is, I just can't seem to help myself." Tonya smiled wantonly at Hank. "Damnit all to hell! I don't really think my girlfriend Jolene's gonna let me off too easily this time, Horace. She must have been really pissed at me this time. I'm starting to feel really hot and horny all over. I don't think I'm gonna to be too satisfied if all you do is finger my titties and nipples a little." She growled hungrily at Hank. "I want you right now, you know. I know where there's this room we can be all alone for a while, Horace honey," she smiled lustily. "If you won't tell anyone I'm only twelve years old, then I won't bother telling anyone either." "Twelve? You're only twelve?" Even for Hank - whether he was fifteen or sixteen now - twelve was just too young. He wasn't up to a charge of statutory rape. He didn't know how a girl of twelve that had just been a man in his mid-twenties could possibly have such an impressive Rocky Mountain sized rack. But this odd place was really weird... and continually getting weirder all the time. Who knew what else might happen if he simply stuck around to find out any answers to his questions? I don't think this is a good idea, Tonya." Hank then turned and bolted off into the darkness. "Oh pooh on you, Horace," sighed Tonya in evident disgust. "Why is it I always wind up finding all the damn losers? I suppose it's my fault for picking up some stupid guy who was once a girl. I just kind of thought he'd understand me a lot better than one of those other guys here tonight. How come my little sister never has this much trouble getting laid?" *** As Hank was fleeing - what better word explained it - from the clutches of young Tonya, he suddenly, quite unexpectedly, ran into something - or possibly someone - solid and was knocked to the ground. He groaned as he slowly sat up and looked around the area. What the hell had he just run into? "Are you all right?" a voice Hank could barely hear asked him. "You really should have been watching where you were going, young man. You could have been seriously hurt." "I suppose I'm all right," replied Hank nervously. "I don't seem to have any broken bones." He looked around the area again, but still saw no one else. "How about you?" he asked. "Are you all right?" "I'm just fine. Thank you for asking," replied the voice just above a whisper. "Most people just whiz by and knock me over without even bothering to say 'excuse me'. Don't you think that's ever so rude, young man?" "They knock you down?" Hank sounded as if he was not entirely convinced that could be possible. "They certainly do." Hank's disbelief intensified as a very slim young girl with flaming red hair that wasn't much taller than he was held out her hand to him. "My name's Pepper," said the girl, as she looked him over carefully. "I'm... Horace," replied Hank, as the girl helped him to his feet. He had wanted to tell her that his name was 'Hank', but whatever it was about this strange place he was in had compelled him to tell her he was 'Horace' instead of 'Hank'. That was the name Tonya had called him, so he must somehow be stuck with it. He looked at the new girl. She was a very pretty girl, probably in her early to mid-twenties. She was also wearing really tight shorts and a tank top that strained to keep her breasts contained. She might even have been interested in him - he found her totally fascinating - if only he were a little bit older. "Nice to meet you, Pepper. I'm really sorry about running into you the way I did. I guess I wasn't watching where I was going." "No real harm done, Horace. A lot of guys are always running into me, you know," smiled Pepper. "Besides, I had to pick you up from the ground where you'd fallen, you know." As if looking for something, Pepper took a quick look around. "Just from whom were you running, cutie pie?" Cutie pie? Had she somehow seen through this sixteen-year-old body in which Jolene had stuck him to his real self? "Tonya," said Hank sullenly. "Tonya Wahlstrom." "You poor, poor boy. I didn't know that persnickety pre-pubescent would be running around here tonight," frowned Pepper. "I'd thought Jolene and Todd had more or less worked through all their latest problems. I suppose it must have been some really dumb bitch, although Todd and his wandering fingers will never achieve sainthood, that must have set Jolene off again." "I don't understand, Pepper." "Those two are going at it all the time, Horace. It's more like some weird game with them," smiled Pepper. "Someone should post warning signs about them. In just a couple of days - give or take - Tonya will become Todd again. Whatever he's done, Jolene will have likely forgiven him by then. Neither of them will remember what was done to the poor foolish dumb bitch that had set Jolene off. Whatever that girl became is very likely what she'll remain the rest of her life." "Oh," replied Hank, as he realized things could have been a lot worse than they already were. Jolene might have turned him into a tree or a chair or possibly something even worse. How could he have possibly used Matt's InstaScepter if he'd become some big old dumb tree? By comparison, being a sixteen-year-old boy was almost normal for him. "Do you know how I can get out of here, Pepper?" "Why would you want to leave here now, hot stuff?" Pepper smiled at him. There was no misunderstanding that look of lust that filled her eyes. "We've only just met, good looking." "I really should leave." "Nonsense," smiled Pepper. "You're just worried because I'm a little older than you are." Her smile widened. "It won't really take too much of an effort to fix that little problem, cutie pie." "What are you talking about?" However, even as Hank asked the question, he wondered what Pepper had done to make herself start shrinking. It wasn't until his head firmly struck the overhanging tree limb above him that he finally realized Pepper hadn't been shrinking at all. He'd grown taller... and grown taller quite considerably. As a guess, Hank placed his height somewhere between 7'3" and 7'6". He now towered over Pepper, who certainly seemed to really like these changes she'd just made in him. His legs looked like tree trunks and his arms could easily pass for limbs from that same tree. In addition to his larger frame, he had huge pectorals, as well as far more muscles than he'd ever dreamed of having in his entire life. "What have you done to me, Pepper?" he asked, his voice having deepened considerably. "Do you like what I've done for you, hot stuff?" smiled Pepper. She slid her hands slowly across his chest. "I just love a man with large rippling muscles." She took a swift glance downwards. "Nor do I really mind if my guys have other rather large body parts as well." As Pepper continued sliding her soft hand across his chest, Hank found himself becoming increasingly aroused. He couldn't fight the feeling, but then, he really didn't to fight it one little bit. What he wanted was Pepper. And he wanted her right now. "Go bed now, girl?" he asked, wondering why he spoke so strangely. "Not quite yet, lover," replied Pepper. "There's just one other little thing I must do for you first." "Too much talk," replied Hank. "Bed now." Hank felt increasingly strange. As he shook his head, he was somewhat surprised to feel his hair swirling about his head. Was Pepper a lot kinkier than he'd imagined she might be? Or had she simply caught him off his guard and turned him into a girl once again? However, he very quickly dismissed that possibility. Even though the hair on his head fell over his shoulders and down his back, he still had that new and vastly improved king-sized manhood Pepper had given him. It was hard to miss it, since it was straining so hard to split open his pants and get at Pepper. "I do so love a man who knows exactly what he wants." "Bed now, girl?" asked Hank again. He didn't know why he could think of nothing other than ravishing Pepper. At that particular moment in time, he simply didn't really give a rat's ass about anything else. Besides, what could possibly be better than fucking Pepper? When Pepper made no objections, Hank easily swept her up into his big strong arms. It was only then that he finally noticed it wasn't just the hair on top of his head that had grown longer. The hair covering his arms was a least a foot longer than it had been before. And that on his legs must have been just as long if not even longer. From head to toe, he was simply covered in a mass of long brown hair. Had his arms been longer then they were and his hair more orangish in color, Hank might have easily passed as a large orangutan. "I hope you don't mind these new changes I've made, Harry dear," smiled Pepper. "I just love my men hairy. The hairier they are, the better I like them." Her smiled widened. "You're a wild beast now, Harry my love." "Harry?" questioned Hank. "Don't you just love it, Harry dear?" teased Pepper. "I think it fits you ever so perfectly now. Don't you?" "Harry Schuyler," grunted Hank. What the hell was in a name anyway? He'd changed forms once again. With each new physical change he'd undergone a new name had come along with it. Even though his mental outlook had changed to varying degrees each time, he'd never forgotten that he'd started out this morning as Hank Schuyler. He did, however, wonder if Pepper might have done something a little different to him this time. "Bed now, girl?" he asked, an animal leer in his eyes. He shook his head slowly. Clearly, she'd done nothing to him. He'd always enjoyed bedding these basically hairless girls like Pepper. They were soft; he liked them soft. "I think it's past time for bed, Harry dear." "Good." Hank flung Pepper over his shoulder and headed for the girl's room. How he knew where the girl's room was, he didn't know. Nor did he really care. "Pepper. Fun now," he grinned. "You bet your life, hot stuff." *** As Hank carried Pepper toward the house and her bedroom, the idea that he was now a large hairy beast named Harry Schuyler didn't seem overly important. Everything seemed normal. His thought patterns were so much simpler now. He was man; Pepper was woman. He wanted her; she wanted him. That was that. It was all so simple. What else possibly mattered? Hank was about to find out. After fumbling with the door for nearly a half-hour - his larger hairy hands were not nearly as dexterous as they'd once been - and getting nowhere, Pepper had begun squirming about in Hank's grasp. She'd then jumped down from his broad shoulders in order to casually open the door herself. Pepper grabbed Hank's hand. "Come on, Harry lover. I sure hope I didn't embarrass you by opening that nasty door myself," she said firmly as she pulled him inside. "It's just that I really wanted to have sex with you while I was still young enough to enjoy it." Hank grunted an unintelligible reply. "I don't think so, young lady," said a firm male voice. "Just how many times have I told you no sex with your pets?" "Daddy!" wheedled Pepper. "Harry, no pet," said Hank. "Harry bed girl." "Not in this or even your next lifetime, Sasquatch," snapped Pepper's father coldly. He shook his head. "Damn it, Pepper! You really should quit making hairy beasts of all the strange boys you meet. For once in your life, girl, try establishing some sane and more normal relationships." "But Daddy." "Don't but Daddy me, young lady. You know your mother's in therapy because of this. That Abominable Snowman creature you made of that Johnson boy and then screwed where your mother had to watch last week finally pushed her over the edge." "You know I didn't mean to do that, Daddy," replied Pepper. "It's not my fault Mom's so high-strung." "I know that, dear," replied her father. "But that's not all of it and you know it. That Snowman's abominable fur clogged up the shower drain something fierce. It took me three days to get it all cleaned up. I've finally had enough of your shit." Hank shook his head. He was feeling really confused; he had no idea what was going on. Were they talking about him? However, all other things aside, he did remember why they'd come here. That was still perfectly clear in his mind. "Girl bed now?" he asked Pepper. "Just a minute or two more, Harry dear," smiled Pepper. "Daddy and I aren't quite finished with our little argument." "You're not going anywhere with him, young lady." "You can't stop me, Daddy. You know you can't tell me what to do," replied Pepper. "I'm sure you must remember what that crazy wannabe shrink you sent me to told you about forcing me to do what you want." "I remember every word. I suppose you'll just have to join your mother in therapy," grinned her father. "Look on the bright side, Pepper. Maybe I can get the group discount rate now." He swept his arm in a wide sweeping circular pattern. "I think that should do it. How do you feel now, Pepper dear?" "What did you just do to me, Daddy?" screamed Pepper. At moment later, she began smiling. "Whatever you think you did to me, Daddy, it didn't work. I don't feel any different now than I did before." "Girl bed now?" asked Hank again. Pepper turned and glared angrily at Hank. "Are you fucking crazy or what, Harry Schuyler? You're just a goddamn sex-crazed filthy hairy beast. I bet you'd probably shed hair all over my bed, you animal." She turned and glared at her father. "What the fucking hell is that goddamn filthy pervert doing in our house anyway, Daddy?" Without waiting for answer, she turned and headed toward her room. "What should I do about Harry, dear?" Pepper turned and glared at her father. "Why ask me? Do whatever you want with him, Daddy," scowled Pepper. "I don't really give a rat's ass what you do to that damn filthy beast Harry Schuyler." Abruptly, she began grinning. "On the other hand, if you can find a large vat of industrial strength hair remover somewhere, then why don't you toss hairy beast into it and see what comes crawling out of it." Once again she turned away from Harry and her father and continued toward her room. "Bed now, girl?" asked Hank again. He was really feeling confused now. Nothing made sense to Hank. The girl had said after she finished arguing with the man. She must be finished now. She was leaving the room. Why did she leave him here? "I'm afraid you're shit out of luck there, Harry. My little girl is simply no longer interested in you or any of those other hairy beasts of her imagination. I've cured her of that affectation," grinned Pepper's father. "On the other hand, she probably needs a new friend right about now. I think it should be someone that will reinforce, perhaps even share, her new set of values." "Not understand." "I'm not surprised. However, it's not necessary for you to understand anything, Harry," grinned Pepper's father. "In any event, it won't really matter to you in a few more moments anyway." Once again Pepper's father swept his arm in a wide circular pattern. Hank felt oddly dizzy again. His thoughts were beginning to speed up again. Enough of Pepper's clouding of his mind had soon dissipated for him to realize he was being altered once again. He sort of remembered Pepper's father saying something about needing someone to be Pepper's friend, who would help reinforce his daughter's new set of values. Hank thought he should be perfect for that job. Perhaps this whole strange affair might yet work out all right for him after all. Abruptly, he felt a little chilly. When he looked down he found himself standing in the center of a very large pile of shed hair. It was clearly his hair. Apparently, all of his hair - he'd certainly had a lot of it - had just fallen out and formed this large heap about his feet. He didn't really think he'd miss any of it. "Just what are you doing to me, Mr. Peters?" Hank was surprised he suddenly knew the man's name. He didn't think he'd known it before and he was also fairly certain Pepper had never mentioned her last name being Peters. Since they met, she'd had other things on her mind. "I thought your intelligence would return and rise swiftly, Harry," smiled Mr. Peters. "Pepper never really liked smart young men before, but that will soon change." He smiled even wider. "It's all very instinctive, you know. I'm sure you already know that boys don't have to be very bright in order to fuck girls. The girls really call all the shots." "What are you talking about, sir?" Hank shook his head again. He was once again taken by surprise. Apparently, not all of his hair had fallen out in that heap at his feet as he'd thought. The hair on top of his head was still there. It was just as long now, if not even longer, than Pepper had made it. Hank suddenly had a really bad feeling about what Mr. Peters had in mind for him. He should guessed. Men in this place were certainly consistent. "That's quite an impressive cock," said Mr. Peters, as he looked down at Hank's crotch. "My daughter always liked her men rather large in that particular area. Big and dumb, you know; that's how she liked them. I have no real problems with that. I'm also sure you'll come to enjoy the same things just as much as she does." Mr. Peters put his hands over Hank's crotch. "I'm afraid there's simply no longer any great need for you be so over-equipped. It'll just get in your way." Hank felt a sudden electrical jolt passing through his entire system. He could also feel his insides being thoroughly and completely rearranged. Once Mr. Peters removed his hands, Hank nervously glanced down - even though he'd already guessed what he'd see - at his newly reformed crotch. Although he was somewhat annoyed about having been denied the use of his new monster dick at least once, he wasn't the least bit surprised at having regained a pussy. Things just were so damn consistent in this wacky insane place. "You won't get away with this, Mr. Peters." Hank's voice had cracked on every syllable. "You think not, my dear?" With a wide smile on his face, Mr. Peters laid his hands on Hank's chest. Hank immediately felt his chest start expanding under Mr. Peters' hands. As soon as he removed his hands from Hank's chest, Hank promptly recognized the new weight on his chest for exactly what they were. He wasn't about to tell Pepper's father that he'd had breasts - not quite this large, of course - before. Even the rest of his body had clearly become that of a young girl now. "You damn bastard," growled Hank in clearly feminine soprano tones. "I've changed many a boy into a girl, you know. It's exceptionally easy; it's one of the great joys in my life," smiled Mr. Peters. "All you really have to do is take away some boy's dick and put a hot pussy in its place. Then you can grow him a large pair of overly sensitive boobies. After that, the rest of the body just quickly follows along like a little lost puppy dog. Once you make them like boys, it's all over." "You wouldn't dare." "Of course I would. Why do you think I've gone to so much trouble with you already, sweetie?" Mr. Peters passed his hand in front of Hank's face. "What do you think of boys now, Heidi Schuyler?" Hank shook his head as scores of strange thoughts invaded his mind. "I like guys a lot. I just can't wait to get one of them deep inside my hot pussy, Mr. Peters," said Heidi sexily. Hank was silently appalled at this sudden new turn of events. He certainly didn't like boys the same way Heidi - his newest identity - obviously did. Even worse, this new Heidi persona seemed to have a helluva lot more control over his body than he currently did. Mr. Peters smiled at her. Hank was suddenly having a lot of trouble thinking of herself as a male, even though she had no such problems remembering who she really was. "I suppose we should put some clothes on you, Heidi. You look great nude - I'm sure you know that - but we wouldn't want you catching some nasty cold." 'I'll just bet you're concerned, you bastard,' thought Hank. She had no doubts that Pepper's father was just like all the other old lechs around here that were always lusting after her body. "How about something just like I saw Pepper wearing?" suggested Heidi. "An excellent idea." Mr. Peters made another pass with hand. "How do you like these clothes, Heidi?" Heidi - Hank had no real control of their body - strolled over to the large wall mirror. Once she'd seen Heidi's reflection, even Hank had to admit she was one totally hot babe. She was wearing a tight short skirt just like Pepper had been wearing. And the tank top had the same trouble keeping her oversized boobs confined. "I just love these clothes, Mr. Peters. They make me look and feel so hot and sexy." "Heidi! When did you get here?" asked Pepper, when she unexpectedly returned to the room. "I just got here a few minutes ago. I'm not sure exactly where I was before I got here though. Your Dad let me in," replied Heidi. Hank wondered if Pepper remembered anything about Harry before finally deciding she didn't. She doubted anyone actually remembered anything about Harry other than Mr. Peters and herself. In addition, she had this funny feeling that Mr. Peters believed he was the only one that knew anything at all about Harry. "Let's go to my room, Heidi," suggested Pepper. "We have a couple bazillion things to talk about, you know." "I hope most them are boys," smiled Heidi. "I'm sure you know there's only one thing I like better than talking about boys." Inwardly, Hank groaned, as the girls headed for Pepper's room. She hoped Heidi and Pepper wouldn't suddenly decide a trip to the mall was in order. 'At least things will be normal now,' thought a very pleased with himself Mr. Peters. What did he know? *** Once they were back in her room away from her father's presence, Pepper looked Heidi over very carefully. "It's amazing. My Daddy sure did a good job on you, Heidi," she smiled. "Good job?" Heidi looked and Hank felt confused. "What are you talking about?" one of them, more likely Heidi than Hank, finally asked. "You don't remember anything about it. Do you?" replied Pepper. "Remember? About what?" asked Heidi. However, Hank had a good idea now that he'd a moment to think. She also had another of those bad feelings where this might be heading. "Being a boy, silly girl," replied Pepper. "Are you crazy, Pepper?" asked Heidi. She slipped a hand under one of her large breasts. "Just how many boys do you know that have boobs like these?" Hank didn't think she really wanted to know the answer to that question. It was bound to be more than she expected. Pepper smiled back. "I really wish my dimwitted Daddy would quit playing his dumb head games with my boyfriends' minds. He's so predictable." "Boyfriends? Predictable?" wondered Heidi. Hank quickly realized Pepper knew more than what she'd thought she had. She also had to know a lot more than her father thought she did. "You know, Pepper, your Daddy's kinda cute... for a really old fart, that is." "That's my Daddy you're thinking about." "And thinking is all I'm going to do about that too," replied Heidi. "I might thinks he's kinda cute, but he's still so awfully ancient. I'm still a hot babe. I don't need to go raiding some dumb old fogies' home to get me a fella, you know." That odd thought brought images to Hank's mind that she could have definitely done without seeing. "We really should remove some of that mental programming first." Pepper passed a hand slowly in front of Heidi's face. "That should make you feel a lot better." Oddly, Hank very suddenly felt better. He felt more like his old male self again. Heidi, on the other hand, simply continued standing there staring lustily at Pepper. Hank felt their shared body being aroused. "Feeling better now, Heidi?" "Much, much better." Abruptly, Heidi pulled Pepper to her and planted a wet juicy kiss squarely on her lips. Hank felt a little surprised by the passion the two generated. He was clearly, however, the only one present who was. "I have no idea why I ever thought I liked guys before," smiled Heidi once their kiss finally broke. "Especially when you're around, Pepper. You're so hot and sexy." "It's my Daddy's fault, you know. I'm sure you'll feel even better in just another minute," smiled Pepper. After removing Heidi's skirt, Pepper put her hands over the girl's moist pussy. There was brief tingly feeling. "I think that will be much better," she grinned. "Damn it, Pepper!" Heidi looked downwards. "Look at me. I've got a dick... again!" she exclaimed. Heidi was confused by both the thought of having a dick now and the strange idea she might have had one before. 'Damnit,' thought Hank, although he wished he could smile. 'It's even bigger than it was before.' "Of course you have a dick, Holly. You must know just how much I like my guys with big boobs and a great big dick," replied Pepper. "Or would you prefer that I called you Hugo now?" "It doesn't matter. Either will do," replied Holly/Hugo. "I tend to prefer being called Holly whenever I'm feeling so hot and sexy. It's not really my fault I was born Hugo Schuyler." Hank wondered if there was enough room for three possible personalities in his head. At the same time, he could find no trace of Hugo in his mind. It suddenly seemed very likely that Holly and Hugo were fully integrated into one mindset. "Let's go right to bed, Holly," smiled Pepper, as she lightly caressed Holly's breast. "My Daddy must learn he can't continue changing my boyfriends into girls to suit his whims. I just have to show my Daddy just who the boss is around here." "It'll serve that stupid old fart right," replied Holly/Hugo. "He might be somewhat cute and all that, but he should have never tried keeping us apart." "Daddy has simply never understood me." "He's just a fool." Holly/Hugo looked at Pepper. "Have you taken the proper precautions?" She slid her arm around Pepper's waist. "I'd hate to get you pregnant." "You don't need to worry about that, babe." *** Hank stared at the sleeping Pepper. Apparently, his alter ego Holly/Hugo was also fast asleep. That seemingly gave him control of their shared body for the time being. However, he knew it would never last. He doubted he'd ever have enough time to make it to Matt's apartment. That meant he'd never have the time to find the place where Matt had stashed that dumb InstaScepter. It was nothing like anything he'd ever wanted to know. Unfortunately, he simply had to face the facts. He was stuck in this big busty mostly female body equipped with a monster dick. Slowly and cautiously, Hank rose from their bed. After walking over to the mirror hanging on the wall, he looked at himself. With the notable exception of that tree trunk hanging between his legs, he was a beautiful young woman. The funniest thing about the whole situation was this body just didn't feel the least bit wrong to him. Pepper had clearly played with his mind as well as his body. "Like father, like daughter," he mumbled. As he turned away from the mirror, he suddenly saw an odd-looking antique stoppered bottle sitting on the dresser. He wondered why he hadn't