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It had been about a year and a half since THAT spring break, the one where Erik had screwed up a potion that had turned the two of us into sex-crazed bombshells and Mark and Kevin into young gods who were more than willing to take advantage. I still woke up from dreams where Mark was pounding into me for the nth time. We'd mixed up a batch of the potion to give to Mark and Kevin instead of the other way around, but events had conspired against us when a bout of appendicitis had put me in the hospital toward the end of the school year. Between that and all the other things that had gone on in our lives, Erik and I had never gotten around to changing the other two. Erik had experimented with some of the other strange books that were down in the basement of the library. I never let him test another potion on me again, but I knew that he'd discovered some strange things. He called us together around the dining room table of the house we were renting, and I could tell by the look on his face that he had something interesting. Once Mark and Kevin and I were sitting, Erik said, "Summer's upon us. Well, in a few days, once Kevin finishes that last final. But I found something in one of the books that will make this a great summer." He held his hands up as the room shook with groans and invective. "No more potions, man, I told you," said Kevin. He had been one of the ones who'd stayed male, but I figured he was a good enough friend that he didn't want a repeat of spring break. More likely, he didn't want to risk it happening to him.. "No, listen, I've been double-checking the research this time, and I think that I've got it. It's a potion that's related to the last one, but should have milder effects and should last most of the summer. And now we know not to test it on ourselves, so we can find someone more appropriate." It was an interesting thought. Mark said, "More appropriate? Like who?" Kevin said, "Maybe those losers in that comic shop that Al goes to sometimes." I was starting to regret ever having taken him there on game night last month. "It's not like they'd have anything to do this summer, or anyone would believe them." Erik held up his hands again. I was impressed that he had moved us from considering "if" to wondering "how," but I kept my mouth shut. "Like I said, I've done the research and mixed up a batch that should last for three months. I'm still translating to learn all the ins and outs, so we have time to think up a plan." Kevin probably didn't do very well on his test that week, but he wasn't the only one who was having trouble concentrating on things. He sprang for his celebration feast like a good little tradition-follower (the last guy to take a test each year bought a feast, his choice of food, for the four of us). It was pizza, but there was plenty of it, and he mixed a pitcher of margaritas to go with it. Kevin poured for us and we all drank, and he started laughing when he finished his. He laughed harder at the looks of puzzlement on our faces. "Oh MAN!" he crowed, "this is going to be the best summer ever!" Erik's confusing drained away into shock. "Kevin. What did you do? What did you DO?" Kevin went over to the counter where he'd been mixing the drinks, and he held up a small flask. Erik confirmed my fear. "That's where I had the potion! What did you do! Moron!" Kevin slammed the flask down on the counter and said, "Boom! I'm the giver! You're ALL the receivers! And it's all summer this time, baby!" Erik blinked at him. Mark and I were too shocked to say anything. I suddenly became aware of this strange burn that was coming from my throat and belly, a little like the burn from the alcohol but becoming more and more like...well, it felt like a really strong afterglow from sex. Erik said, "Kevin. Moron. I haven't explained it all! I said it was like the other potion, not that it was the exact same thing! You have no idea what this'll really do to us!" "I feel strange," said Mark. Kevin put his hand on his belly, his grin fading. "Me too. Like I'm on fire." "I'd like to set YOU on fire, idiot," said Erik. We all had the same feeling that I'd noticed. The glow/burn was strong, but it never got to the point of being uncomfortable. In fact, it felt really nice and relaxing. After reaching a peak, it just spread throughout the rest of my body. I was still really upset with Kevin, but the glow made it difficult to be anything more than irritated, as if I was on an overdose of endorphins. It also relaxed the hell out of my muscles, which made me want to sit down instead of stand and break his face. Erik made a serious effort and got the book that he'd been researching, but the burn was so distracting that he ended up just leafing through it. We were about half an hour into it when Mark looked over at me and said, "Al. I think you're getting shorter." "What?" I managed. "Tha's crazy." I stood up, and my pants were too long for me. The whole kitchen felt bigger somehow, and I could tell right away that I had shrunk. The others stood as well. Mark was shorter too, though not as short as I was already, and Erik was about the same height. Kevin had actually gained a couple of inches, which made him snicker until our glares shut him up. The glow subsided a little after about an hour. We went into the bathroom, dreading what we'd find. Standing against the doorframe, we made notches above our heads and then measured them. Erik almost hadn't changed, though he reported that he'd felt the glow and burn just as intensely as the rest of us. Mark was shorter, around five-five. I'd lost around a foot of height, ending up at five-one. Kevin was even taller, finishing at six-three in his socks. Our weight had remained constant, which meant that I was pudgy now and that Kevin was scrawnier than usual. The glow intensified again, filling first me and then the rest of us after its brief hiatus. We made our way back to the living room, the burn soaking into us, and Kevin managed to say, "What's it doing, man? It's changing me, I know that, but that's it doing?" Erik sat down heavily on one end of the couch, shaking his head. "I don't know. I can't concentrate long enough to try to translate." I wanted to yell at him, to get him on his feet and in front of that book, but it would have taken too much energy. I felt as if I'd had a massive orgasm and then spent an hour soaking in a hot tub, and the others didn't look as if they were much more coherent than that. Again, the burn had filled me for about half an hour before I realized how it was changing me. I'd been pudgy from all the excess weight having been pushed onto a smaller frame, but I noticed that I had lost weight. I didn't know where it had gone, but I wasn't nearly as heavy as I'd been before. I wasn't skinny, but I wasn't fat any more. Mark and Erik had barely changed, and Kevin had actually gained weight. When the glow finally receded at the end of the hour, we went and examined ourselves again. Erik was cut, well-muscled in a way that he'd never been before. I, on the other hand, was still a little rounder than I liked, but at least I wasn't a chunk anymore. Mark and Kevin looked normal for their height, which was still a little freaky. Everything about the situation was freaky, though, and we would have been screaming insane if it wasn't for the incredible, relaxing glow and the memory of the special spring break; we figured we would be okay. The glow had only pulled back again, though. Whatever it was doing to us, it wasn't going to stop until it was done. It surged again, filling us with a sensation that was at least five times as intense before settling back down to its previous level. I cried out, and the others made some noise too. It felt amazing, much more like pleasure than pain now, and I barely noticed that my hair was falling out. Once I did notice, I found that I could run my hand through my hair and pull out huge handfuls. All the hair on my body was falling out, too, which was kind of prickly. In five minutes, we were all totally bald from tip to toe. I adjourned to my room to change, shivering at the feel of my new (still very large and loose) clothing on my skin, but I did the best I could. The glow resumed its burn, but this time it seemed more concentrated than before. I felt prickly all over my head, and it burned down in my groin as well, but nowhere else. The others reported similar findings, with Kevin complaining that it was almost too much to bear. I was half- erect from the sensations myself, and didn't want to think about what it would be like for them to be stronger. Five minutes later, we were all seeing the first fuzzy tufts of new hair growing in. After about half an hour, it was much longer and we could all see our new hair colors. Mine was a deep, rich red that contained hints of gold. Mark's and Erik's were jet black, thick and somewhat coarser than mine. Kevin's, though, was so blonde that it was almost white, and it was growing twice as fast as the rest of us. When the burn finally subsided at the end of that hour, I had hair that reached down to my shoulders in rich, glorious waves. Mark's had started curling during the hour, and while it was probably as long as mine it had ended up in ringlets that bounced on top of his shoulders. Erik's wasn't as long as either of us, cut in sort of a pageboy that hid part of his face when he moved quickly. Kevin's hair, though, was spectacular, endless falls of blonde perfection that reached down to the bottom of his ass. Each of us had acquired eyebrows of our color, and the curtains matched the carpet now as well (at least in my and Mark's case...the others reported being totally bald down there still). We got our hair of the way as best we could, with ponytails or a hat in Erik's case, and we sat and waited for the next change. We were pretty sure what was happening to us by now, but there was nothing we could do right at the moment, at least not until it was over and Erik could make an antidote. The glow spread out again, but this time it was concentrated right under my skin. All we could do was lie still and try not to move too much, since even blinking aggravated it. I sucked it up and sat up halfway through, as was becoming my habit, and my "Holy SHIT!" of surprise was enough to get the others to sit up as well. I was lighter, but the big difference for me was that I had this light spray of freckles in various places now. My skin was smoother and softer. Erik had changed in shade, gaining a light tan. Kevin was even lighter than me, and well on his way to porcelain-paleness. Mark had gone the other way, though, and he now looked as if he'd gotten the deepest tan of his life. As the hour went on, he got darker and darker, and by the end of it he was the same color as a Hershey bar. It was weird to see his face and body under that hair and skin, but there was a lot of weirdness going around. Erik had acquired a definite yellow-tan coloring, and Kevin was pale. All of us had that same soft, smooth skin. When the glow came back, it settled in our hands and feet this time. Erik managed to overcome it enough to get back to work translating. It was hard to walk or manipulate anything, since my ankles and hands didn't really want to cooperate or do anything but just go limp and soak in the burn. It soon became clear that both hands and feet were shrinking, and by the end of the hour we all had much smaller hands with delicate, slim fingers. Our feet were smaller too, each toe as perfect as if it had never seen the inside of a shoe. By hour six, the burn had subsided and then started up again, this time settling in our heads. I could feel waves of hot afterglow pushing through my face, sculpting and changing things. It was difficult to talk or hold our eyes open, which didn't stop Kevin from calling Erik all kinds of names when we found out that Erik hadn't found an antidote yet. Eventually even he shut up, and we just gave in to the inevitable. I didn't open my eyes until I felt the burn start to ebb, so I was shocked at the results when I saw them. Kevin was the first one I saw. Our faces had all changed, and he now wore one that was familiar to me: he wore the face of the high-cheeked, cool-eyed Nordic queen that I'd worn for a week last spring break. Even in shock, her face held a promise of untold delight that made my half-mast hard-on become a full one. Mark and Erik had fulfilled the promise made by their skin. Erik was now a Japanese beauty of the highest order, with smiling eyes and a wide, welcoming mouth that made my cock think of things besides kissing. Mark's face was that of an ebony princess, with proud dark eyes and pouting lips. I went to the bathroom and looked in the mirror, only to see that my face was no longer my own. I now had laughing eyes of deep emerald green that complemented a wide, soft mouth and a tiny nose covered with a spray of freckles. We were all breathtaking, though Kevin edged the rest of us out slightly. The burn settled in our shoulders, arms, necks and throats next, rendering us unable to talk. We mostly just sat there, watching the sculpting continue. By the time it was done, we were all blessed with beautifully curved, long necks, narrow shoulders, and a lack of adam's apples. Erik's arms were sculpted and mine were still pleasantly curved, but it was spectacular either way. When Mark said, "Guess we're down to business now," I damn near came at the sound of his voice. It was like liquid sex poured into a cup of hot cocoa, complete with a sexy purr. It was a voice that winked and swayed its hips. We experimented, and soon found that all of us had voices that were sexy in different ways and that were all unlike the ones we'd had before. From the shoulders up, we were the hottest women who'd ever lived. The rest of us were mismatched, but I was pretty sure that Erik's potion would fix that soon enough. The burn migrated downward, settling in our legs this time. Once again, we were rendered nearly immobile as it started its work. Erik did his best to work on the book while the rest of us half-heartedly played on the XBOX, but not much got accomplished. It was hard to concentrate on the video games or the reading while our legs were being bathed in the feverish pleasure that was changing us from the inside out. By the end of the hour, Erik was the clear winner with legs that had added three inches to his height and were smoothly muscled all the way. Sheathed in the soft, smooth skin that we all wore now, they were eye-catching even when compared to the rest of us. We were no slouches, with firm smooth skin covering legs that seemed to go for miles. We all slowed and stopped what we were doing when the burn moved upward. It settled in our hips, and it seemed to be concentrating on those rather than the important equipment this time. Sitting down was...distracting, and I know that I was hard through most of that hour as my hips and ass both expanded while my waist contracted a little. Mark said that the burn was really intense in his case, and he finally just lay on his belly and tried to read while his ass became rounder and fuller with each passing minute. When it finally drew back, we all had world-class hips and beautiful round behinds that would have stopped traffic. Mark, though, had ended up with an ass that wouldn't just stop traffic but might actually cause the cars to explode. He had split a seam in his shorts, though the rest of us were wedged in ours tightly now. Kevin, with his taller frame and proportionally more generous curves was in a lot worse shape than I was, but still my too-large sweat pants were stretched tight around my much wider hips and larger ass. Mark, though, he'd turned into something just this side of a parody. Walking was strange, and sitting down felt weird, so we didn't really move from our spots as the burn headed for its next location: our torsos. Erik and I found ourselves in a strange position, since we'd gone through something like this before. Erik kept telling the other two that it was all reversible just as soon as he figured out how, and I kept telling them that it wasn't that bad, that Erik and I had gotten through it, and that we'd all be fine. If it hadn't been for the incredibly relaxing burn, though, we probably would have had a full- scale panic. The glow settled in to our torsos, covering everything from our belly- buttons to our altered throats. I could feel it changing my muscles and altering bones, but all I had eyes for was my chest. It burned intensely under my nipples, and I understood what Mark had gone through the previous hour. It was all I could do to not cry out with the mingled heat and pleasure that was radiating from my nipples as they started to puff out. The other guys were feeling the burn, but none of them were feeling it as strongly as I was this time. I checked under my shirt every five minutes. First the nipples themselves grew, widening and gaining much broader bases until they were damn near as wide as my new tiny palms. Then they started to expand outward on rising mounds of flesh. I'd had breasts before, but I'd gained them overnight while I slept. The quiet panic inside was only kept at bay by the burn. Every time I looked, I think I gained a cup size. Halfway through, I looked like I wore a D-cup, and by the end I had the biggest tits of any girl in the room. And that was saying something; Kevin's were huge, buoyant things that bounced where mine just quivered. Erik's were probably a shapely C-cup to go along with the overall impression of incredibly well-toned perfection. Mark's were bigger than Erik's, more of an E and pointy rather than smooth like Erik's. I recognized Kevin's huge tits: I'd worn them a year and a half ago myself, giant bouncing monsters. Mine were still bigger than his, though, soft and warm and heavy on my chest in spite of the increased musculature in our backs that let us carry the tits around. On my smaller, curvier frame, they looked amazing. Finally the burn finished, and I sat up with difficulty. I'd been lying on my back, not talking to anyone, feeling the growing weight as my breasts pooled on my chest, and the sliding sensation as they settled into place when I sat up was intensely erotic. I was hard as a rock, so I noticed it when the burn finally migrated to the last thing that it needed to change. Soon all of us were paralyzed, hard and throbbing under the burn's assault as it worked on our male equipment. I had my eyes closed, so I didn't see the reactions to anything, but I could hear tiny moans and gasps that sounded like they were coming from sexy women all around me. I know I added my own noises the chorus, but I couldn't help it. Even while my cock was shrinking, it felt amazing. Muscles and organs were shifting around inside, too, but that was strictly secondary. As it got smaller, the nerves seemed more and more compressed, and about the time that it vanished, I had a sudden, strong orgasm. I moaned loudly, and the other three weren't far behind, as waves of pleasure washed through me. The burn kept the orgasm going, on and on, until finally I felt the same feelings between my gorgeous legs that I'd felt during spring break: heat and softness and wetness. The orgasm finally released its grip, and I came down slowly as the burn receded. Just as I was ready to sit up and take stock, the burn intensified once more and moved upward, through my belly and chest and into my throat, and from there into my skull, where it burst and I fell into blackness. I woke up in a strange place, on a bed in the middle of what looked like an open-air garden. The bed and the garden were all in shades of silver and black, as if I'd entered a world fashioned from moonlight. I looked around and found that I was back in my male body as if nothing had happened. INTERESTING, said a huge voice. I'VE NOT SEEN ANYONE IN SO LONG. I kept looking around, and then there was someone there with me. She was gorgeous, looking just like the body that I'd been turning into for the past twelve hours. I said, "Who are you?" She smiled, a motion that made me hard all of a sudden. IT DOES NOT MATTER, SAVE ONLY TO TELL YOU THAT YOU THAT I AM THE ONE WHO HAS CHANGED YOU. "You did? I thought that Erik found a spell or a potion or something." OF COURSE HE DID, BUT WHO DO YOU THINK LED HIM TO THAT BOOK? I WISH TO HAVE MY POWER OUT IN THE WORLD AGAIN. "What do you mean? It was a mistake! Can you change me back?" WHAT I SAY, NO IT WASN'T, AND YES. BUT NOT UNTIL YOUR TRANSFORMATION IS COMPLETE. "What do you mean? I'm fully a woman!" She stepped toward me, and suddenly I realized that we were both naked. Her breasts shook with each step, and I felt myself getting harder and harder. PERHAPS IN BODY, she said, BUT YOU HAVE A WAYS TO GO. She joined me in my bed, and there started quite a ride. She was everything I'd ever dreamed of in a woman, and it struck me that those very desires had shaped my transformation. She reached out and took me in her tiny hand, and I lost track of the analysis. Sliding into her was the greatest thing I'd ever felt, and pumping in and out of her was as fulfilling as sex could be. I slammed into her, and she met me gladly, and when I finally came that first time I felt as though a dam had burst. I roared as I emptied myself into her, and her answering whimpers of pleasure as she came only drove me onward. In the way of dreams, it went on forever. We rocked back and forth, so wrapped up in each other that we lost track of where one ended and the other began. There was whimpering and moaning, and the waves of ecstasy kept flowing over us. It felt strange, though, a lot like the burn that had been sculpting me the day before, pleasure almost to the point of pain, I guess. We were mindless, pumping our hips together and pulling closer and closer until we were one creature. I don't know when it changed, but I became ware that more of the moans and gasps were coming from me. It was so gradual that I didn't even think it was strange when I felt my lover suckling on my nipples and massaging my breasts, or when I learned that he was using my broad hips as a grip to keep himself steady as he pumped in and out of me. The pleasure decided for me. Finally he pushed me back on the bed and started thrusting in and out, grunting and then roaring when he pushed deep and filled me up again. I whimpered at the pleasure that filled me at the same time, and then he collapsed on top of my soft flesh. I still felt the burn inside me, but this time it was just afterglow from the sex. I felt lazy and relaxed, not even caring that I was wearing this body. I'd been a woman before, after all, and this felt great. Eventually he sat up and looked at me, my own face staring at me with those silver glowing eyes. THAT WAS VERY NICE, he said. YOUR TRANSFORMATION IS ALMOST COMPLETE. "Mmm," I purred. "Won'tcha tell me how we c'n change back, then?" I stopped in surprise, and he smiled slightly. The rich, sexy voice that I hadn't yet gotten used to was now flavored with a soft Irish accent that I hadn't put there. YOU'LL RETURN TO THIS FORM WHEN THE MOON HAS SHOWN ITS FACE THREE TIMES. NOW, IT IS TIME FOR YOU TO ASK FOR YOUR BOON. "My what now?" He sighed. YOU DIDN'T READ THE WHOLE SPELL, DID YOU? EACH OF YOU IS UNDER A GEAS, AND SO IN RECOMPENSE YOU GET A BOON. "A geas? What kind of geas? What boon?" THE INFORMATION IS IN THE BOOK. AND THERE HAVE BEEN MANY BOONS OVER THE EONS. RICHES, LUCK, EVEN REQUESTS TO KEEP THE FORM YOU'VE ACQUIRED. BESIDES THE LAST, THE BOON LASTS WHILE YOU KEEP THIS FORM, NO LONGER. "Oh. Well, bein' rich would be nice, but I think I'd like t'be very lucky." He leaned down and kissed my forehead, the hair on his chest sending shockwaves throughout my body when it rubbed against my nipples. DONE. NOW WAKE. I blinked, and suddenly I was back in our living room, the morning sunlight just starting to show through the front window. A quick glance told me that I was still incredibly female, and the other girls were still asleep. Erik's brow was furrowed, looking fierce and confused at the same time. Mark was relaxed, breathing deeply and evenly with no trace of anything but peace on his (her?) face. Kevin seemed to still be in the throes of the dream, though, her wide hips pumping slowly up and down as she groaned over and over. Suddenly she convulsed, her breath driven from her as she writhed, and then she relaxed. I got up, and was aware of several things. First, the burn was gone, and I felt really good. Second, I felt totally natural in my body, not thrown off by my shifted center of gravity or loss of a foot in height. Third, I was really hungry. I headed for the kitchen, absently tying a knot in my shirt under my massive tits. It revealed my belly and held my breasts a little better, so they wouldn't go thrashing all over the place. I could feel the beginnings of panic swelling on the edge of my brain, and I figured that cooking might help me keep from freaking out. Why I thought that, I couldn't tell you, but it was there in my head and I didn't question it. I set to work in the kitchen, and where before I'd only been a passable cook, now I knew my way around well enough to make a feast out of the limited ingredients available. My movements, when I was aware of them, were graceful and controlled in spite of much wider hips and those enormous breasts. I figured it had something to do with the changes that had been made in my sleep. The panic lurking in my brain demanded to know what else had been changed. I felt like I was an observer, looking at this person doing these things in the kitchen. I'd been a woman before (wearing a body much like the one that Kevin wore now, while was an interesting coincidence), but at the time we'd been under a spell that made us only want to fuck. We hadn't had the opportunity to find out if we were world-class chefs. I was halfway through making an impressive breakfast when Mark walked in. Maneuvering her incredible hips in ways that should have garnered trophies, she slid into a chair after pouring some coffee. She stared into it, the color of her skin only slightly lighter than the drink. Finally I said, "Are y'okay?" Her head snapped up to stare at me. I shrugged and said, "Can't help it, can I." "No more than mine, I suppose," she said. Her voice was rich with Britain, calling up images of kings and queens long dead. We gave each other rueful smiles and I went back to preparing the food. "Al, did you...did you have a dream last night? About a, um..." "'Bout a man an' a bed?" By the look on her face, she was blushing. She nodded. I said, "I did. Did he say somethin' about a boon to ye?" She nodded again and said, "What did you ask for?" "Luck, girly. Luck o'the Irish, or better. What'd you ask him?" She smiled a little into her drink. "I guess you won't think it was strange, since you had the same experience. It just felt so incredible, everything that we did. I didn't even notice when I was...like this, not at first." I nodded and turned a fluffy omelet out onto a plate. "So I asked him to let me be able to make anyone feel like that any time." I looked at her. "Ye did what now?" She stood up and said, "Sit down. Hold on to the table." I did so, slowly. I grasped the table, and she reached out and laid her hand on top of mine. I suddenly felt warm, and when she withdrew her hand the feeling didn't go away. Instead it grew until heat and tension filled me, and my broad hips started twitching as I gnawed on my full lower lip. I gasped and whined as the tension cranked up and up, and then it burst into a huge crashing wave of pleasure that plowed me under. My hips jerked over and over as I shook, whimpering and moaning. I was aware of every nerve in my body, all of them enthusiastically signaling bliss. It finally ended, the wave ebbing away, and I was left holding on to the table and gasping. "That," I said, "That was a good boon." I sucked in a shuddering breath when an aftershock made me quiver, and answered her smile with a grin. "Guess it works," she said as she picked up her fork. I went back to working on another omelet, and looked up when I heard movement in the other room. Mark leaned back in her chair, glancing into the living room, and then said, "Kevin's not there. Must have gone to find some clothes. I need to do the same thing." She looked down at her spectacular body, particularly the place where her amazing hips had burst seams in her pants. Kevin's door opened and closed, and she walked into the kitchen wrapped in a robe, her face bright red. I snickered and put the next omelet in front of her. Mark grinned over at Kevin and said, "Did you have any interesting dreams?" Kevin's blush deepened, and she said, "Shut up." She definitely had an accent, though I couldn't tell what it was from those two words. Mark laughed and went around the table. Before Kevin could react, Mark gave her a hug, Kevin's head pillowed between Mark's huge breasts. Kevin suddenly squirmed and Mark backed away. Kevin's eyes went unfocused, and I saw her nipples turn into spikes. Her hips quivered, and she moaned. Her moans went louder and louder until she was almost crying out, and then a deep groan shook her as the orgasm hit. She shuddered over and over, her broad hips pumping, and she was barely conscious enough to hang on to the table to keep from falling out of her chair. Finally she came down, gasping, and said, "Vhat the fuck vas that?" Her voice was just as sexy as it had been, but now she had a definite Norwegian accent attached to it. Mark sat down and said, "He told us we could have a boon. That's what I asked for." I sat a fork down in front of Kevin and said, "I asked t'be lucky. How about you?" She closed her eyes as her magnificent body shuddered one last time, and then said, "I asked for money, duh." "You know it's only supposed to last until we change back," said Mark. "So vhat? Sounds like a goot time until then, ya?" We agreed that it couldn't hurt, and I went to work making French toast since we didn't have enough eggs left for another omelet. Kevin kept her eyes on her plate and nowhere else, and Mark mostly stared into her coffee. Eventually Erik swayed in, catlike with her newly enhanced muscles, and she slumped at the table. She put her head in her hands and let her beautiful hair flow over her face like a curtain. I put one plate down in front of her and sat down with the other. We were quiet for a few minutes until Mark said, "So. Have any dreams last night, Erik?" She lifted her exotic face out of her hands and said, "Oh, you too?" Her voice had taken on a very definite Japanese accent, and she sounded as if she were singing. Mark nodded. "Al got lucky, Kevin got rich, and I learned how to make people feel better." Erik snorted, a strange noise from that face and form. "Hah, use it on me, then. I asked for knowledge about the magic." Mark nodded and patted Erik's hand, a devilish look on her face. Soon Erik was hanging on to the edge of the table, moaning. The moans turned to cries, and then when the climax really hit her she screamed several times. She came down breathing hard, her eyes wild, and yelps kept escaping her lips for a minute or two. We all stared at her, impressed. Color bloomed along her high cheekbones and she said, "Shut up, I can not help it." Kevin snickered and Erik glared. I spoke up before the whole thing turned violent. "So what'd your knowledge of the book teach you that's got y'down?" "Huh? Oh, it's not that. It's Ellen. She's coming back here in a week or so." Ellen was Erik's girlfriend, one that he'd kept for longer than any relationship the rest of us had had so far. She'd been gone for a while doing some sort of research in Peru, but I guess she was scheduled to be back soon. Erik's dilemma was bad enough, but the rest of us started to realize how cut off we were. "Geez, what if my parents call?" said Mark. "How c'n we get a job like this? No ID, no passport, nothin'," I said, panic starting to sharpen its claws. Erik held up her hands. "No, no, like I said, it is related to the last potion. But instead of no one being able to see the changes, people are going to think that we have always been like this." "Oh. And ve don't have to worry about yobs, if my blessy thing comes through," said Kevin. "Mine works," said Mark. "Yes. It does," said Erik. Mark snickered, and Erik went back to her lecture. "Obviously some things will be different, but people will gloss over that in their minds." "Okay. So what's th'problem, then?" I said. "Well, these bodies were made for a reason. I think you can guess by now. As long as we are wearing them, we will have to spread our blessing, to quote the book." We sobered and stared at our dishes. Well, in my case, I stared at the massive breasts that now adorned my chest, and I knew from the memories of the dream what this body had been designed for. "So change us back," said Kevin. "This vas very interesting, and it's not anymore, so change us." "I can not. The magic has to wear off." "Vhat? How lonk vill that take?" Kevin's accent became more pronounced as she got agitated. "Three months. Three complete phases of the moon." I thought we'd been quiet before, but this was an interstellar sort of silence. Mark looked at Kevin and said, "Another fine mess you've gotten us into." I held up my hands. "Okay, okay! We won't get far blamin' each other! Erik. What else do we need t'know?" "Well, um, there are different details. Like, we can not get pregnant unless, to quote the book, we lay with the same man three nights in a row." Kevin snorted at this. "Like I'm gonna be with a guy. Lezzie all the vay, who's vith me?" She reached over and squeezed my right boob, and I slapped her hand away. I noticed that it felt nice, though, and so did my nipples, which started to wake up and send tingles through me. "Well, that will not be enough. It is sort of vague, but the book says something about the light of the moon being just a reflection of the light of the sun, and that eventually the moon's touch will not be enough. I mean, it could mean anything, but I would not bet very heavily on the all-lesbian option." I sighed, much more aware now of the way that the fabric of my shirt was rubbing on me when I did so. "Well, we c'n cross that bridge later. What else?" "We have each become our ideal." I raised an eyebrow and glanced at Kevin. "I thought she was Mark's ideal. That's the body I was wearin' last time, if I recall rightly." Kevin shrugged. "Vhat? I liked vhat I saw." Mark nodded. "And you remember the trip I took to Britain last year. Well, I met this girl in a club, and we hit it off. I changed my mind a bit, is all." "Well, great. Sure'n I've always been a boob man, haven't I. So what're ye going t'do about Ellen then?" I got up to clear the table. Erik slumped back, managing to look incredibly sexy even in her despair. "Well, that is the thing. She and I are inseparable when she is here, and I will have to tell her or go crazy. There is also another wrinkle. Remember when I said that the moon will not be enough? It turns out that this potion WAS meant to be taken in tandem with someone else." "Hah! I knew it!" said Kevin. "Vait. If that is so, then vhy am I like this?" "Because it does not work the same way. See, it was meant to help a tribe if they were running out of fertile mating couples. So whoever drinks the potion becomes their ideal mate, and it was given out to help keep a tribe alive." "So vhat?" "Well, if they wanted to change back, then they had to give the potion to one man and one woman. The change is permanent unless, and I quote here again, the 'Daughter of the Moon is pierced by a Prince of the Sun' before the three months are up. So, I think that unless we give the potion to a woman and turn her into a man who then sleeps with each of us...we will stay like this." The hits just kept on coming. Mark was computing faster than the rest of us, and she said, "So what does this have to do with Ellen?" "Unless we want to stay like this forever, I am hoping to convince her to take the potion and turn into one of these Princes of the Sun. And then, well." We were silent, thinking about the possibilities. I didn't know anyone who would take the change for me, having only a few short-term girlfriends in my history since the last change. I knew Kevin was in the same boat, since he was more of a one-night-stand sort of guy. "Actually, I know someone who might help as well," said Mark in her beautiful voice. "Really?" I said. I stopped washing dishes and sat on one of the bar stools, looking at her with interest. "Well, yes. That girl I told you that I met in Britain, Venice, is planning to be in the states for the summer. I didn't want to tell anyone in case it didn't go anywhere, but she contacted me a couple of days ago and told me that she'd be here the whole summer and was interested in seeing me again." "An' you think she might be interested in this, then?" I said. She smiled a little. "Well, it couldn't hurt to ask. Venice is...adventurous." Erik nodded. "Well, okay. Ellen should be here in four days. Can we get Venice here at the same time? It might be easier to explain then." "Yes, she'll be in the states by then. How will we convince her that we're not crazy?" "Um. Well. There is a spell, that will let them see us as we really are. But it is a one-shot. They can not go back to seeing us as men until we change back." "So what's th'next move, then?" I said. "I know vhat I'M going to do," said Kevin. She got up and headed for her room. A moment later she came back wearing an award-winning smile. "Ladies," she said, "our money problems are solved for now." She slapped a printout down on the table and we were suitably impressed by the number of zeroes in her bank account. "I can tell you what I want to do next," said Mark. "I want some clothes that will fit. Will your magical bank account stretch to covering that?" Kevin grinned. "I think it'll stretch to buying my own large island." We got his bank information and scattered to our rooms, but pretty soon we'd all grouped up in my room since I was the one who'd been lucky enough to stumble across the information on proper bra measurements. "All right, girls," I said, "take those measurements." I had a cloth tape measure from a sewing kit that mom had insisted on packing for me, and I handed it off to Kevin first. She looked at it and then herself and then shrugged. She let her robe slide off, letting her huge round breasts bounce free of confinement and displaying her magnificent body to us all. We all laughed nervously, but she was very matter-of-fact about it. "Ve're all girls here, until Erik finds a vay to change us back." That may have been true, but as she wrapped her measuring tape around herself, I realized something: I was still turned on by her. Her flawless skin and giant bouncing tits were getting me warm, and from the expressions on their faces, Mark and Erik were feeling the same way. Finally, Kevin came back with a set of measurements. I ran them through a calculator I'd found online, and told her that she was the proud owner of a pair of 36-E breasts. She rolled her eyes and handed the tape to Erik, but didn't cover up again. Indeed, she seemed to be enjoying the feel of the air enough that her nipples were starting to stand up. Erik hesitated a while, but eventually she took her shirt off. Her breasts were smaller, but they were still large for her frame. When the measuring was done, she ended up with 32-D's. She picked up her shirt and sat down next to Kevin, but didn't put it back on. They were both admiring each other while Mark went to work. Mark's breasts were beautiful, conical and soft, and her nipples were obviously quite hard by this time. I knew the feeling: mine were so hard that I thought they were going to crack, and I felt pretty warm down below. Mark was set up for a 34-F when all was done. She too kept her shirt off, sitting close to Kevin and pushing the taller girl closer to Erik. Kevin put her arms back, leaning back on the bed and causing the other two to slide even closer to her, bare skin on skin. I took the tape and undid the knot that semi-supported me. Gravity pulled my enormous breasts into teardrop shapes, and my nipples were even larger than Mark's now. I brushed them a few times while I was taking the measurements, and it was all I could do to not gasp out loud at the sensations that they were sending me. Mark's hand was drifting up and down Kevin's leg when I finished, and by the time I found out that I was a 34-H, Erik was rubbing her bosom against Kevin's arm and right breast. I put the tape measure and my shirt down in my chair, and I walked over and used both my tiny hands to pick up Kevin's left one. I bowed down to suckle softly on the engorged nipple. She moaned, and that was it for us. None of us had ever been with a woman like the ones we were now, and suddenly we were here with three of them! We groped each other, fighting our clothing off and losing ourselves in the flesh that we now wore. I'd only been that horny once before, but this time I was in my right mind. My luck powers held, allowing me to find just the right way to please whichever girl was in reach of my fingers or tongue. I was nearly silent, but Erik's near-constant screams and cries made up for it. Kevin filled in with deep moans and groans, and Mark whispered soft encouragement with each breath. Broad hips thrashed in helpless ecstasy, and our new bosoms heaved with exertion as we poked, squeezed, caressed, and licked. We were winding down after an untold number of climaxes when Mark's words changed. "Okay, okay, okay, okay...girls...I'm going to get us all at once. Ready. Ready. READY. NOW!" I felt the deep pulse of her power throb through me, and then it was racing through my blood. It was so much faster and stronger than before, I held on to whatever I could find. I was only slightly aware of others holding on to me as well. Suddenly it hit, and even I squealed with the power of it. I felt as if I'd been washed out to sea, and there was no way to fight the power of the wave that carried me. It let me go, and I drifted on an island of flesh into sleep. I woke up next to myself, and he was already caressing my enormous breasts with one hand. I sighed at the sensations, and he moved closer to kiss them. I said, "An' what're you doin' here again?" I AM ALWAYS WATCHING, he said, unmuffled by my flesh. Certainly his mouth was hot and soft on my nipples even as he spoke. IT HAS BEEN SO LONG. I AM GLAD TO SEE YOU AGAIN. "Only...oh...only a few hours, boyo. Mm." His hands were gentle and slow, sliding and caressing my smooth skin everywhere. I reached out with one tiny hand and touched his heat and hardness. IT HAS BEEN SO LONG SINCE ANYONE HAS COME TO SEE ME. I HAVE A LOT SAVED UP. Part of my brain, a buried, distant part, was screaming at me to run and get away, this wasn't right! The magic of his hands and what had happened to me allowed me to ignore that piece of my brain with ease. I moved my hand along his shaft, and he groaned into my throat. I was hot, I was ready, but he had more to do. He kissed me all over, and I licked or nibbled what I could reach. When he finally slid into me, he pushed deeply and then stayed there while he kept at work on me with his hands and mouth. I gasped and whimpered, my wide hips bucking toward him without any conscious command from me. After eternity, he slowly slid back and then into me again, and I moaned into his ear. I was wild with heat and lust, but he kept teasing and taking his time, moving so slowly that I thought I would go crazy. My climax, when it came, started so slowly that I barely noticed it. I suddenly found myself on the top of a surge that was carrying me higher with each gentle push into my body. My hips rolled with his, and he never once sped up. The tension built, but this time it wasn't the quick release that the other orgasms had been. I felt as if I was riding a roller coaster and that I was being carried to the top of a steep drop, and I half feared the height. Finally, finally, he stiffened and then started to pulse inside me, and I fell down the other side of the wave. I convulsed around him, unable to even whimper as my body shook and the rapture tried to kill me. I wrapped my incredible legs and arms around him and concentrated on breathing as I came and came and came. Halfway through, I realized that I was back in my room and still convulsing. I fell off the bed and shook, my hips pumping until finally the pleasure released me and I could relax again. I lay there not wanting to move, only gradually coming aware of the sounds that were emanating from my bed. I sat up with an effort and saw an orgy going on. Erik was pressed flat on her back, whipping her hair back and forth as she screamed and clawed at the sheets. Across her legs, Kevin was grinding her spectacular hips and groaning. Mark was wrapped around Kevin, also bucking herself against the taller woman, and unleashing a steady stream of encouraging dirty talk that almost made me blush. The thing about it was, they were all still asleep. I assumed that I wasn't the only one who'd been visited in my sleep, and sat down to watch. The aftershocks and -glow were still strong inside my smaller body, so I wasn't about to go out jogging. I DID put my shirt back on, though, and re-knotted it below my tits. The potion had given me strong enough muscles that they weren't a huge deal, but the girls were enormous and heavy no matter what. While the sounds behind me died away, I sat down at the computer and started looking for clothes. I used Kevin's account number and went on a little shopping spree, at least enough to keep me for a few days before we went to the mall. I made sure to buy plenty of underwear, though, since I was fairly sure that the mall didn't stock bras in my new size. Determined to view this as a learning experience, I also ranged around into the world of lingerie. My luck was working overtime, since I found amazing deals everywhere I went on exactly the stuff that I wanted. I ended up buying twice what I'd planned, and paying about two-thirds of my original mental budget. Of course, Kevin could have afforded a thousand times that without blinking, but I didn't want to impose too much. I had clicked on the final send when I heard the bed creak. I looked around and saw Mark sitting up and blinking. The other two girls were wrapped around each other, Erik's head snuggled into Kevin's huge bosom. I put my finger over my lips and then waved Mark over to the computer, where I showed her how to do the ordering. She took over, stopping only once to get some additional measurements, and I went back to the living room. It was the first time I'd really been by myself without anything to do since the change, and I sat down to stare at a wall. I tucked my tiny feet up under my butt and contemplated. This was crazy. What if I was crazy? I reluctantly decided that I wasn't. I'd been turned into a woman before, after all, through more or less the same process. I felt too lucid to really think that I was crazy. Then I worried about whether I was gay. I mean, I'd taken to this pretty easily. I hadn't offered much resistance to the dream guy, and I'd enjoyed every second of it. I turned on the television and flipped through the channels until I found some old show featuring lifeguards on a beach. Sure enough, the male leads were interesting in a new way, and I caught myself wondering what they'd be like under those shorts. But I felt the same way about the women on the show, and I'd been turned on when I had watched Kevin take her bra measurements. If I hadn't been utterly sexed out in my dream and in the girl pile earlier, I'd have been getting hot at the thought of her. But then, who knew what the potion had done to me while I'd been asleep, anyway? I knew that the burn had continued all through the night as the dream guy had been introducing me to my female body. It had given me an accent, it had taught me to cook...who knew what else it had done. It had certainly lowered my inhibitions. I decided to just go with the flow; I was in the grip of something larger than myself, though possibly not larger than my chest. Mark came in about that time, and I told her what I'd been thinking. She nodded and joined me on the couch, lying down with her head pillowed on my hip. I was the curviest and best-padded of all of the four of us, certainly, though it was a narrow continuum, and I'm sure my hip made a comfortable pillow. I ran my fingers through her hair as we talked, and I heard her breathing deepen as her words drifted into incoherence. I picked up the controller for the games and clicked it on as she slept. Glad to see that the changes had done nothing to my shooting skills, I signed in to a live game without sound and started in. Not five minutes into the fight, I heard Mark whisper, "Oooo, yes." I looked over and saw that she was still asleep, but she was shifting back and forth and smiling. As the game went on, Mark's movements became more pronounced. Her affirmations did the same, and about the time she started to roll her hips, she started to agree with someone emphatically. I signed out of the game, too distracted to do anything but die, and watched as Mark worked herself into a frenzy while screwing someone in her dreams. Finally she moaned a long, drawn-out "YEEEEEESSSSsssssss...." and started shuddering. Her hips bucked for a few seconds, and then slowly stopped moving. She rested her head on my hip again and resumed her quiet breathing, a smile ghosting over her lips from time to time. I was impressed; I had no idea how she'd had enough energy for another wet dream, if hers had been anything like mine. I signed back into the game, and Kevin came out and joined in, still bare-breasted and apparently unconcerned about it. I kept glancing at her, and finally I said, "Aren't you gonna put a shirt on, then?" She shrugged, making her tits bounce. "Vhat for? Ve're all girls here, ya?" I sighed impressively and said, "Ya, but it's still distractin'. That's how th'last bit got started, isn't it." She rolled her eyes and headed back to my room, returning in a tight white t-shirt that did nothing to hide her stiff nipples or support her bounding bosom. Still, it was a little better than just baretit, so I didn't say anything. She was also wearing a pair of sweatpants that was stretched to the breaking point. Erik came in and sat down and said, "Okay, Kev, your turn on the computer." Kevin tossed her controller to Erik and left, and Erik sat back on the couch with a sigh. She closed her eyes and leaned her head back. I said, "Are y'okay?" She laughed a little. "As okay as I can be. I am...like this, and I am going to ask my girlfriend become a man so she can make love to me." I arched an eyebrow. "Make love? You get awful loud, don't you." Her face turned bright red. "I can not help it! No more than this accent, or anything!" I rested my hand on hers and said, "It's okay, it's okay, I was just kiddin'. We'll make it through this." She sighed and sat back again. "I suppose. Still, it will be difficult to explain." "Do y'have the spell ready for her?" "No, there are some things I need to buy. I am sure I can get them here in town, probably just at Wal-Mart." "You're takin' th'romance outta the magic, girly." She smiled a little at that, her exotic lips curving slightly. "Maybe. I do not care at the moment, though." "So, shoppin' trip?" "Not dressed like this, I think. Or at least, not during the day. I think I will wait until late tonight or early in the morning." She had a point. Her clothes still sort of fit, but she wasn't going to win any fashion awards. Actually, looking at her in the over-tight shorts and well-filled t-shirt, I thought that she might, but that was beside the point. She was probably the one who was most able to pass for normal at the moment. My breasts were too huge and without real support under a too-large shirt. Mark's hips and ass had ruptured nearly everything but an old pair of Kevin's sweatpants, and who knew how long those would last. Kevin's new height and overall larger size made her very conspicuous even without considering her flashing headlights. Even without a bra, Erik looked almost normal. Mark woke up then, and we told her about the plan for the spell. She agreed once we'd explained the reasoning, and I asked if she'd had a nice nap. Her eyes darted around as she allowed that she had slept pretty well, and I snickered. "I spoke to th'man in the dream, an' he said that he'd be around every time we went t'sleep," I said. "I think we c'n count on him, don't you." Erik's eyes widened. "Every time? Oh God." I nodded. "Looks like. I don' plan to warn Kevin." Mark snickered, and I went back to my room. Kevin clicked a few times on the computer and then exited out of the shopping window before I could see what she'd ordered. She said, "Got mine. Ordered some pizza, too." I nodded and said, "Jus' in time, then. I was gonna hole up in here until m'delivery arrived." She nodded, but didn't move. She looked like she wanted to say something, so I said, "What is it?" "Vell. I, uh, I've been having some dreams, you know." I nodded and sat down. "I think we all have." "Right. Right. But it doesn't mean anything, right? The dreams?" "How do y'mean?" "I mean...they feel great. Vith him." She looked as if she were in pain. "Kevin. Who knows what th'potion did t'us, huh? I'm tryin' t'see it as a learnin' experience. Not much we c'n do about it anyway, is there? An' besides, I've been in that body. It ain't s'bad." I grinned at her. "No, no it's not. Thanks, Al." "No problem, girly. I'm cuttin' everyone some slack this summer. Besides, we'll all have t'do things we wouldn' normally do." She made a face. "I don't know about that, still." I arched an eyebrow, amused. "Really? So all that time durin' your dreams, you were with a girl? You weren' with a man?" She flushed again, and said, "Vell, no, I vas, but that vas a dream, ya?" "For now. For now." She got up and walked out, her tremendous bosom bouncing all the way, and I logged into one of my favorite games. I managed to lose myself in the fighting until the doorbell rang, and then I went out to the living room to see who'd come to bother us. It was the pizza guy, and by the time I got there he was well-hypnotized by Kevin's body and dazzling smile. Maybe people who knew us would see us as normal, but the ones who didn't were sure getting a show. Kevin smiled and winked at the delivery guy, and then said, "Come by later, so I can make up for your tip, ya?" He nodded slowly, and she closed the door in his face after taking the pizza. "Paid him online anyvay," she said. I just shrugged. I got some pizza and retreated to my room, where I stayed until late that night. I noticed that I didn't have to eat nearly as much as before, so the three slices lasted until Erik knocked on the door and announced that she was heading to the store. It was nearly 1 AM, so she figured that not too many people would be there. I looked over her outfit. She was magnificent in pants that were slightly tight, overlarge sandals cinched down on her tiny feet, and what appeared to be two shirts that were tucked in tightly to the pants to minimize bounce as much as possible. She also wore a baseball cap and a pair of sunglasses, which I vetoed as a Bit Much. "Anything you need from the store while I am there?" she said once I'd gotten rid of the offending items. "Oh, not f'me, thanks. The clothes I ordered should be in tomorrow sometime." She nodded and headed out, unaware of the hypnotizing sway that the tight pants accentuated from her rear. I shook my head and went back to the game. She came back a couple of hours later, and I met her in the kitchen as she unpacked. Something looked different about her, and I blurted, "You got a bra!" She blushed a little and nodded. "Well, you told me my size, and there were a few in that size at the store, and I needed one, so..." "No, it's great, totally works for ye." It did, too, lifting and supporting her large breasts and turning them into a real joy to behold. "Lookin' forward to mine." She grinned. "Me too. I could use a tent." I punched her shoulder and we unpacked the rest of the ingredients. They weren't very impressive, but she insisted that it was the proportions that made the mix, so I didn't ask any questions. Once they were all packed away, I headed back to my room and went to bed. Sure as his promise, he was there as soon as I drifted away. I said, "How'm I going t'get any rest with you around?" He grinned and moved atop me, his hands and mouth already busy. I WILL NOT BE HERE ALL NIGHT, DAUGHTER OF THE MOON. JUST...LONG ENOUGH. He was much more forceful this time, his need obvious in his hardness and heat, and we both came two or three times before he finished slamming into me. He lay down beside me and rubbed his talented hands over me, leading me to more helpless pleasure at his touch, and then he said, I AM GOING TO RELEASE YOU INTO YOUR REAL DREAMS. FAREWELL, AND SEE YOU WHEN YOU NEXT SLEEP. I sighed happily and said, "Lookin' forward to it," and then was whisked away into a world of multicolored feathers as my normal dreams took over. I woke up feeling amazing the next morning. Part of it was not having to worry about a schedule, but part of it was just that I felt good. The clothes were supposed to arrive today, and that meant that I could get out and about. I wasn't a social butterfly, but I'd been stuck inside the house for two days now. Showering was interesting, and fun. I knew my new skin was sensitive, but that really made me realize how sensitive it was. The shower finally degenerated into a fingering session that made my smile reappear. I didn't really WANT to be a magically-enhanced woman, but there were compensations. I dried off and got to see myself naked for the first time. I had a magnificent body, perhaps slightly curvier than was the accepted norm, but I'd never gone for skinny girls anyway. My hair was drying soft and fluffy, and overall I was an amazingly sexy woman. Yes, there were worse things. I did the shirt-knotting thing again, looking forward to the time when the clothing would get here, and found myself an old pair of shorts that barely stretched over my hips. I padded into the kitchen, hips swaying and breasts tumbling, and made myself some toast. I went to the couch and munched, stretching out my short frame and lying on my side. I appreciated the view of my own cleavage and how lying that way made my hips look, and I was still appreciating the view when I heard a key scrabble in the lock. I sat up quickly, just in time to see Ellen carefully open the door and glance inside. She was a cute girl, taller than me but probably not as tall as the others, with a slender body. She was also a couple of days early. She saw me sitting there and her eyes widened. "Al!" she whispered, "Don't tell Erik I'm here, okay?" I sat there, very aware of my enormous breasts and my wide hips, and I nodded. She smiled and came in, carrying a paper bag. "I wanted to surprise him, is he still asleep?" "Yeah, he's in 'is room," I whispered back. Either she saw nothing out of the ordinary, or she'd always seen me as a leprechaun with jumbo tits. She smiled and twiddled her fingers at me and headed toward Erik's room. Well, what was I supposed to do? I didn't hear any screaming coming from that way, so I figured that Erik was done with her wet dream, and it wasn't like Ellen was seeing anything unusual. I heard quiet talking, and then Erik and Ellen came out of Erik's room. She was wearing boxers and nothing else, as she usually did when she was male, and even though her breasts were firmer than mine, they WERE D cups. Believe me, they bounced. She saw me standing there and said, "Hey Al. We are going into the kitchen so that I can make that special drink for her. Care to join us?" I shrugged. "Couldn' hurt, could it?" I figured my luck might be able to help the oncoming conversation a little. Ellen and I sat at the table while Erik got to work mixing. It wasn't that she was mixing up such strange things, but they were in very precise quantities, and when she added the final drops the clear mixture suddenly turned a brilliant yellow, with blooms of red in the middle. We were suitably impressed. Erik brought the cup to the table, and said, "Okay, you remember the book that I have? The one with all the spells and potions and things?" Ellen smiled. "Sure, some of them sounded like fun." Erik took a deep breath. "Well, they work. Some of them work. Al and I are both under the effects of one of them." She looked at me and then back to Erik, her smile wavering a little. "What do you mean? You guys look fine." Erik sighed. "There was an accident, and Kevin gave us this potion that I had mixed up. It worked, but since we are under its effects, you can not see how it has changed us." "What are you talking about? What potion? You're not making any sense, Erik." "Listen, this stuff that I mixed up here will let you see through the illusion. I need you to trust me, babe." She reached out and took Erik's hand. "I DO trust you, but this is a long way to go for a prank." Erik shook her head. "I swear it is not a prank. Please promise me that you will not panic?" "O...okay. You're kind of scaring me." "There is nothing to be scared of, really. You can help us fix this." I stood and walked around the table to stand in the doorway just in case Ellen wanted to run. She took the cup from Erik and drank, just slammed it down all in one go. She shivered and made a noise of disgust and then opened her eyes. When she looked at Erik, I saw confusion and then fear. Ellen jumped backward, knocking her chair over, and she looked toward the doorway where I stood trying to be as intimidating as possible at five-one. "What...what..." she said. Erik held her hands up and made calming motions. "Please, please, Ellen! It is me, it is Erik!" I stepped between them and put an arm around Ellen's shoulder. "Erik, girly, might work better if y'had somethin' on over the twins, huh?" Ellen's eyes went to mine and widened, and took me in with one swift motion. I smiled charmingly. "Quite a view, isn't it. Come sit down, now." I led her unresisting to the chair while Erik scrambled around looking for something to cover herself with. She finally left the room and came back trying to get into a shirt. She damn near killed herself tripping over Ellen's discarded chair, but she finally wedged herself into one of her old shirts. I said, "I know it's hard tae believe, but it's me, Al. An' that's Erik." "But...but that's crazy," Ellen whispered. "Ellen, think for a moment, think about what it would mean if one of those potions worked!" said Erik. She sat down and reached for Ellen's hand, but she took it away. Erik continued, "Remember some of the potions, about what the book said they could do. Think back, baby." Ellen stared at the gorgeous Japanese woman in front of her and said, "How many times have Erik and I had sex?" "What? I mean, we haven't, you said you were a virgin." "What's my favorite color?" "Aquamarine." "What's my dog's name and what did she do when you first met her?" "Sadie. She drooled all down my leg because I gave her a French fry." Ellen reached out and took Erik's hand, slowly. "Erik? Really?" Erik nodded, and I thought she was going to burst into tears. We were spared that as Mark walked into the kitchen, yawning. She was dressed in a tight button-down shirt (that had gaps between t