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Devious Majik: Shopping Trip
by SifoDyasJr
Alice dragged her boyfriend by the hand down the wide hallway with
painted black walls. Alternating, there were cut out sections of the
wall that gave brief glimpses of the store as they moved towards the
back, and with each open aired space, they both caught a lungful of the
sweet fragrance being pumped into the air system?it was a bit like
cotton candy, but with enough of a hint of spice to mature the aroma a
bit. It definitely stimulated their senses. The sounds of a European
indie rock band were similarly being pumped through the sound system,
aggressive enough to generate adrenaline, but not so much as to be
overwhelming. It was almost as if all of the senses were placed into
the perfect balance?being prepared before the DM shopping experience
that she had heard so much about.
Since she was studying retail management in college, she took mental
notes of the expert way in which Devious Majik was laid out deliberately
to bring the consumer through the entire shopping process in a natural
way.
Alice surveyed the floorplan of the store: A small variety of fragrances
and makeup were what greeted the shopper when he or she emerged from the
minimalist entrance. To either side of that section were the clothing
sections, women on the left, men's fashions on the right, with a pair of
huge leather sofas placed in the center section back to back. Instead of
magazines, there were old tomes splayed out on the side tables?an odd
choice, but one that seemed to work within this postmodern mash-up.
Just beyond the sofas in this middle island were fashion accessories:
belts, hats, bags, body jewelry, etc. The placement of the items matched
the layout of the store?the further right, the more masculine, the
further left, the more feminine the item, with a unisex mess in the
middle.
Towards the front registers were the novelty items: shelves of party
games, peg boards filled with gag items, and a glass case that held
expensive looking crystal, statues, and other odd knick-knacks.
At the counter, the staff consisted of a pair of identical twins, and
the only way to tell the two apart were that one had a streak of bright
blue running down the right side of her otherwise bleached white, spike
cut hair, and the other had a streak of green?even the large heart
shaped tattoos on their exposed shoulder blades, and eyebrow rings were
exactly the same. One was folding t-shirts while the other was entering
new item information into the computer station/register.
"Do you think this belt would be acceptable at the office?" Stan joked
as he held out the black monstrosity that had large 2 inch spikes
embedded into leather sides. It was ridiculous and would never be able
to fit through the belt loops of any pair of pants.
"No, but this one might," she said as she pulled out a much more subdued
model?it had skulls lightly embossed into the material, but unless the
light hit it just right, it looked like a normal fashion belt.
Stan nodded. "Yeah, I like it. Is there a longer one?" he said patting
his slightly overweight belly, "I don't think that one is long enough."
After the couple searched through the entire series of racks, they came
up empty. Alice stood in front of Stan with the original find. "Let's
see if this one is even close. We could always punch another hole, and
it will give you an incentive to lay off the Guiness." She reached
around his waist with the strap and pulled it through the metal buckle.
"Hey, what do you know? It fits!" she said as she easily pushed the
prong into the hole.
Stan looked down at his waist in surprise and a little confusion.
"Hmmm... maybe I've lost some weight?" he said patting his belly again
which was most definitely slimmer than it was just a moment earlier.
She pulled on the buckle which gave a few inches. "I like it. I think we
can pull this a little snugger." Alice undid the prong and pulled it in
a few more notches with ease. "This too tight?"
"No. It's not at all," Stan said with a bit of bewilderment.
"Okay then, we have a winner." Alice undid the belt and slung it over
her shoulder, appreciating her boyfriend's fit midsection. Her nagging
for him to hit the gym obviously had paid off more than she had dreamed.
"Maybe I should get a nose ring to match?" Stan joked as he held up a
large horseshoe shaped metal bar.
"Well, they do have these fake magnetic ones," Alice joked back, holding
up a small plastic box.
"Gimmie that!" Stan grabbed it from her hand, turned his face away from
her and placed the two pieces up his nose.
"Ewww... gross, you don't know who else has done that!" Alice shrieked
while laughing. "Or the poor person who will wear it after it's been up
your nose!"
He turned back to face her. "Whaddya think?" When she gasped and
squinted her eyes, Stan looked at her in confusion.
"I?how did you...?" she stammered.
"What? What is it?" he asked as she turned his head to face the store's
mirror. "Holy shit!"
His eyes went wide, and the thick eyeliner that shouldn't be around the
edges of his peepers moved with them. His jet black hair was swept
forward, nearly obscuring his left eye, which was odd, because he kept
his light brown hair cropped fairly short. And why was his face so much
paler? "How...?" he asked the image facing him. He could see Alice in
the reflection behind him, studying his face as much as he currently
was.
Her fingers reached in front of his face and pulled the fake piercing
out, and they watched in fascination as his rock star face and hair
slowly returned to their normal state.
"Hey, you can't do that!" the green striped twin called out from the
front of the store. "That's completely unsanitary."
Alice smiled as she assured the girl, "Don't worry, we'll definitely be
buying this!"
"And the belt," Stan added, finally understanding why it fit so well,
and glad that the effects of that didn't wear off like the fake piercing
did. He now understood the true meaning of the store's name and looked
around for more merchandise that could have... interesting... effects.
It didn't take long for him to hit paydirt.
"Hey Alice, let's get this," he grinned while clasping a leather slave
collar around her neck.
"Funny," she deadpanned, quickly reaching up to remove the fetish gear.
"How do you remove this thing?" she asked, fumbling around
unsuccessfully.
"Oh, come on. You can be my slave tonight," he said grasping the chain
leash that was attached to the collar.
"Or howabout you be my slave, inste?Um... Stan, honey... what the hell
did you do?" asked the golden brown haired stranger wearing the collar
in front of him. Well, not quite a stranger, he had seen this woman
before?in the centerfold of the December 1997 issue of Playboy he snuck
out of his brother's room when he was 13. He had fantasized about this
statuesque beauty often throughout his life. She was his dream woman.
She was perfect.
"Stan? What did you do to me?" she asked, examining her new body in
front of the mirror, still wrestling with the clasp. Her clothes were
very ill fitting on this taller and much bustier frame, which, she
noticed, didn't seem to bother Stan one bit.
"Well... uh..." he blushed a lot, careful to hide the growing erection
in between his legs initiated by the site of this ideal woman in person.
"I think it... um... turned you into my fantasy girl," he said shrugging
his shoulders.
"Well, help me get this thing off..." She groaned at the exaggeration of
the female form that she now wore, her fingertips finally giving up on
the latch that locked her into this shape.
Stan reached up and easily undid the clasp, secretly hoping that the
collar was made out of the same stuff as the belt. But, alas, his hopes
were dashed as he watched his girlfriends slowly deflate like a balloon
with a slow leak, her features steadily returning to the girl he
loved?even if she didn't look like the girl he lusted over. "See? That
was easy to remove," he said showing her the simple clasp. He didn't
care what it cost, he would definitely be willing to max out his credit
card for this particular item.
"Easy, huh?" she said sarcastically as she slapped the collar around his
neck. "Let's see you get out of it."
"No problem." He was already at work trying to open the clasp, but no
matter how close he thought he was getting, it wouldn't quite open for
him. "What the hell?" he griped in frustration.
"Not so easy after all," Alice winked back at him. "I guess you'll have
to be my slave then..." she said taking the leash in her hand, clearly
thinking about her fantasy man. Stan was curious about what he would
look like?he knew that she had a thing for the lead singer of The
Killers, but hoped it would be someone with a little more muscle.
Both were surprised however, as the reflection in the mirror gave a
completely unexpected result. Stan shrank within his clothing, his hair
lengthening and lightening simultaneously as it grew well beyond his
shoulders, eventually turning an unusual shade of peach.
The erection that had started just moments before became more intense
than he had ever felt before, but instead of pushing outward, it was
pulling inward, his testicles throbbing and growing and moving within
his body, out of their usual home and disappearing deeper within. Both
could hear a slight slurping sound as a vacuum formed briefly to
accommodate the displaced mass as it finished pulling inwards.
His upper body became thinner, arms and legs slimmer, hands downright
tiny. And finally, his chest expanded?rounding slightly into small
mounds. The tips of enlarged nipples pushed out awkwardly from his
comically oversized t-shirt.
"Emily?" Alice asked under her breath, recalling the sorority sister she
pledged with.
"Emily?" Stan repeated, as much testing his new vocal cords as
questioning what had happened. "You never told me your best friend was
your fantasy lover." He was a little crestfallen with this revelation
and the implications it had on their own relationship.
"No. She's not my fantasy," Alice said plainly. "But she was my first."
"Your first?" the teenage girl asked trying to piece it all together
while still struggling to get the collar off of her. "What do you mean
your first? That doesn't make sense. I never had sex with Abigail
Summers," referring to the Playboy form she had donned.
"But did you masturbate to her...?"
"Um... well... yeah..." Alice noticed that Stan blushed much brighter
when in Emily form.
"And was she your first...?"
"Ah..." it all finally clicked into place. "So howabout taking this
thing off of me now?"
But Alice called out to the clerks at the front of the store, pointing
at her diminutive companion. "Is it okay if she just wears this out of
the store?"
The blue striped twin smiled and gave a thumbs up, her blue striped
sister nodding in approval as Alice pulled the leash towards the
register, dragging Stan along.
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