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Double short-story collection By Set3 Soap Adam was getting ready to shower for work in the new house he had just bought two weeks earlier. There were a few quirks to be sure, what new place didn't? In the case of his bathroom he had to run the sink tap to get the hot water flowing when he jumped in to shower. As he waited for the water to warm up he removed the diminished bar of soap he used to wash himself with. For the briefest of moments he thought of just putting it by the sink but quickly discounted that idea as he was sure that any guest he had wouldn't like washing their hands with the same soap he used to clean himself with so he dropped it in the waste basket instead. "Farwell my friend, you'll be surely missed. Until I get another bar of soap," he joked as he looked under the sink cupboard. On seeing that there was no soap there he grumbled as he got back up to check the hallway closet. On getting there he rummaged through spare towels and other toiletries until he found a small cardboard box and pulled it out. It was just big enough to hold a bar of soap. The package was unopened but he was still confused as the box was unmarked with any brand names and he didn't recall buying it. "Oh well, must have been a left-over from the previous owner," he mused. Which was fair to him as that would make his supplies go a little farther. With that, he removed the rectangular bar from its box, paused for a moment seeing that it was pink in color, and shrugged as he headed back to the bathroom. Once he was there he tested the water coming out of the tap and finding it good and hot he turned it off and turned the water on in the shower and adjusted the temperature until it was just right. On reaching the optimum temperature he disrobed and hopped in the shower with the new soap, placing it in the soap dish for now as he ducked his head under the shower head and reached for the shampoo. After lathering and rinsing the shampoo from his hair her grabbed a facecloth and reached for the pink soap bar. He rubbed the now wet bar into the facecloth to get a good lather and proceeded to wash his face. As he did so, he went on autopilot as he continued to wash himself as he began to think about what to do about work. He was working at, what he considered, a dead end job. Despite the massive chain store he worked for, the store he worked for was notorious for their hiring practices. This had the consequence of drastically slowing down new employee entry. And with the unemployment within the store new employees were quickly overwhelmed with a huge workload with barely any time for training and were essentially thrown to the wolves on their first day. Because of that Adam was stuck in holding the position of janitor, there was a more fanciful title but it was essentially a janitorial position. With no one new lasting more than a few weeks he was one of the few on hand to know the job inside and out and the higher ups saw no reason to let him out of the position. It wouldn't have been so bad if they brought him to full time hours but to save money on benefits, they would work him close to full time hours but shaved, sometimes a half hour, an hour off to keep him in the part time field of employ. Needless to say, this occupied his mind when he wasn't doing anything mentally demanding. And thanks to the simplistic nature of his job, was quite a lot. As he continued to think about the injustices of the working machine he continued to rub the soap lather facecloth over his face causing a magical change to occur. Adam was far to engrossed with his line of thinking to pay attention to the physical change that was literally happening under his nose as his face started to soften, his eyes became more expressive in the feminine manor. And his nose shrank while his lips became full and tantalisingly kissable. He pulled the facecloth away briefly as he got some soap in his right eye and washed it out before moving on down to his neck. He pause again to re-lather his facecloth and began washing his neck. It began to change as well becoming slender and delicate looking. Adam never noticed that he was literally washing his Adam's apple away leaving him with a soft breathy voice he had yet to speak in. Once that was complete he moved down again to his shoulders the magic in the soap brought his shoulders in shrinking them down as well. He re-lathered again and moved on to his arms. As he ran the facecloth over his arms, the hair on his arms became lighter and less course till they were barely noticeable against his now soft slender girl arms. Both of his hands, that were in continuous contact with this magical soap have became unmistakably daintily small and feminine. No one would mistake them for the hands of the male half ever again. Re-lathering again he moved on to his chest. Adam barely registered that his pecks had transformed into breasts thinking that he had put on even more weight thanks to the relative sedentary of his job. He may have worked out his arms and legs but very little was needed to be put towards his mid section and he had become noticeably plump in that area. He wrapped the facecloth around his back and ran it back and forth changing his back as well. He re-lathered and began cleaning his armpits which magically reduced the hair in his armpits to non existence. While he was washing the right pit some of the facecloth continued to rub his right nipple which had the effect he would find soon of making it more enjoyable sensitive. He washed out his facecloth, still on autopilot, not looking at anything as he rubbed the soap into the facecloth again and moved onto his mid-section and began to wash that as well. this time, he was literally washing away the plumpness the fat was causing quite quickly producing a slight hourglass figure. This time Adam did notice when he felt through the facecloth that he didn't have to prod far to feel solid muscle. he smile a little before he returned to the thoughts that plagued his mind and re-lathered and moved down. As impossible as it would seem, Adam never noticed his genitalia disappear giving way to the tight fold of a virgin pussy off-handedly reasoning he was cleaning the head of his penis as he was uncircumcised. His testicles were washed away soon afterwards as he washed between his legs before he re-lathered again and moved on to his rear. He frowned slightly feeling the largeness, to him, of his now tight round ass that fit his slightly wider hips. He then moved down to his legs, starting on the left one. As he washed the leg it became hairless pleasingly thin and lithe. He stumbled a little as his left leg was now shorter then his right but just assumed he slipped on the slick surface of the wet floor. His right leg quickly matched the left as he washed that too. He re- lathered his facecloth for the last time and started on his feet. As he rubbed the facecloth on his lower appendages they shrank, his toes now becoming "cute", they continued to shrink as he scrubbed. By the time he finished washing his feet he could wear, if he wanted to, children's sized footwear, his feet were so small now. His shower finished her turned off the water, drew the shower curtain, and grabbed a towel as he stepped out. He stopped short when he glanced at the mirror to behold a very different reflection. Now standing several inches short than he once did stood a rather fetching looking girl who looked to be about nineteen years of age. His hair, where ever the soap got to, was now blond. And the eye he got soap in was now a steely blue contrasting his left still-hazel eye. Adam opened his move to question his new reflection but was silenced when he heard the soft distinctly female sound come from his throat. With that, the alien sensations his new body were sending him hit him like a brick wall and he could do nothing but scream until he passed out. Meanwhile, in a town not to far off, a man stood on the balcony to his small apartment. he had burned the last of his male clothing in a self- serving ceremony as if to say goodbye to his male self. He had spent the last two weeks setting things up for his new female self. Not too long earlier he came across a website that promised magic trinkets to transform the body. He almost passed it off as another fake site peddling crap to the more foolhardy people but saw a listing for a soap that could turn him into a woman. Intrigued, he clicked on the option that offered a free sample. Soon after it arrived he tried it out. The free sample was a bar of soap the size you'd see hotels offer. When he used it he was beyond surprised to see it work and he had indeed turned into a female version of himself. The effects of the free sample only lasted a day but he had to have more and went back to the site to order the permanent version. He was delighted to see he could customise how he would turn out but was dismayed to see that ordering the single bar was incredably expensive. He had to sell his house to cover the cost of ordering it and used what was left to set up his new life as a young adult girl. It took two weeks to set everything up. With what was left of his past now ashes, he went to the box where he had his magic soap and opened it. It wasn't there. "No!" he shouted. He then went to turn the apartment upside-down looking for the soap. After the second round of searching, his apartment a mess, he realised that he must of left the soap back at his old house. Since he burned all his old cloths he could no longer go as his male self and the new cloths he got for his new self wouldn't fit him. He still had the free sample but it was almost used up that he doubted he could get more than two days of transformation out if it but he needed that soap. With resignation he grabbed the free sample and entered the bathroom to wash up. This was supposed to be the day of his rebirth but he swore he'd get it yet. THE END Fingernails Becca and Ernest were snuggling after watching a chic-flick. It was the kind of flic that got Becca in the mood and she grabbed Ernest's arm as she began kissing from the elbow to his hand. She stopped suddenly when she got to his fingers. She loved Ernest dearly but seeing long fingernails on the ends of his fingers was such a turn off and she sighed as she stared at them. She began playing with his finger tips. "Why are your fingernails so long?" she asked looking up at him. He gave her a kiss before he answered, "It's because short nails make my fingers look stubby," he told her softly in a joking manner. She gave his arm a playful slap, "I'm serious! All this time we've been together and I can count on one hand the number of times I saw you with short nails. So, what's up? You're not secretly gay and using me to hold an image that you're straight are you?" He responded by passionately frenching her causing her to moan pleasantly. He stared into her eyes a moment, "Does that prove I'm straight?" he asked coyly. She smiled at him, "Mmmmm," she licked her lips, "Maybe you bi," she said playfully. Ernest gave a sigh as he looked at his nails, "Would you mind if I told you a story?" "Only if it'll explain these," she answered as she wiggled one of his fingers playfully. Ernest gave a smile, "Do you believe in magic?" Becca gave a short laugh, "I think us getting together despite these nails of yours is proof enough that magic exists," she answered. Ernest gave a grunt at that but continued, "Way back up the family tree, some where during the medieval times my many times great grandmother was engaged to marry a small-time Duke. Afraid that he only married her for her looks she had a gypsy friend cast a curse/blessing in her so when ever her beauty faded, she activated the magic to become beautiful again. What she and the gypsy didn't know is that this 'blessing/curse' was passed down to her children to this day. Now, for me, whenever I cut my fingernails I change to become a beautiful female version until my nails grow back," he explained. Becca looked at him a moment before she broke into a smile, "Yeah right, come on, what's the real reason?" she asked again. Ernest sighed as she pushed up from the couch forcing Becca into sitting up, "Look, I'll prove it to you," he said as he got up and headed to the bathroom and shortly returned with a pair of nail clippers, "Watch carefully," he told her. Becca rolled her eyes but nodded her head as she stared at him. Ernest grimaced as he hesitated before clipping the nail in his pinky finger of his left hand. Almost instantly his features softened somewhat making him look like an effeminate man. Becca blinked at the change, "Wha-what? How did you...?" she trailed off not able to put her thoughts in order. "Magic," he answered sheepishly, even his voice had changed, becoming lighter but still in the realm of the male range. Becca could only stare before she could finally speak," Hey," she said as she got up and put her hands on her hips, "I thought you said you'll turn into a beautiful woman if you cut your nails off," she accused as if catching him in a lie. "I have to cut all my nails to fully change. So cutting my pinky nail just turns me into a pretty boy. There's some safety things built into the curse or blessing though. If my nails splits because I grab something the wrong way I can safely cut it off without changing," he explained. Becca stared at him a moment before her lips curled into a hungry smile, "I wanna see," she said suddenly. "What?" Ernest asked taking a step back. "I want to see you change all the way," she said again. "I can't! It'll take weeks for my nails to grow back and until I do, I'll be stuck like that," he told her. Becca just shrugged, "So, just take some time off. You were saying that your boss was hounding you to use your vacation days," she said refusing to budge. Ernest sputtered trying to think of a reason why he couldn't do it but finally relented and grabbed his phone to call the office and leave a message for his boss that he'd be taking a two-week vacation effective immediately. On putting the phone down he held the clippers up to her, "Want to do the honors?" he offered. "Oh no," Becca said shaking her head, "I don't want to miss a second of this, go ahead," she said waving her hand at him to continue. With a sigh, Ernest gulped before he moved to the next finger. As he clipped off each nail on his left hand, he grew more and more effeminate until he clipped off the thumb nail leaving him looking so androgynous that it was almost impossible to tell if he was male or female but there were still a few tell-tales that he was still male, his penis still showed through his pants. He began to disrobe until he was fully naked showing his transformed body. He grabbed the clippers in his left hand and got ready to clip the nails off his right. "I'm at the half way point," he explained, even is voice matched is body. While it still carried a male tone it would have been easy to mistake it for a woman's. Becca nodded vigorously not wanting to say anything. Ernest pursed is lips, "Ok then, over the fence we go." And with that, he began clipping the nails off. On cutting his pinky finger nail, his penis shrank considerably until it pulled up into him into a new-formed vagina. Ernest shifted is stance and shuddered at the feeling before he continued working his way from one end to another. Doing so pushed his body over the edge in his transformation as each nail was clipped off more unmistakable female features pushed out. His hips widened, his height dwindled some what, his body hair sucked in leaving him smooth- skinned and bare. The hair on his head lengthened until it reached his mid-back. becoming a rich darker color from his original chestnut brown, it's texture silky smooth. His face softened even more looking somewhat like Marilyn Monroe but a step further some how. His torso withdrew into an hourglass figure showing sensual hips that showed off a perfectly proportioned derriere. His breast had become the perfect size for his new figure being shaped just right to show a nice bounce and drooped enough to prove they were all natural. All in all, Ernest's new form would win any beauty pageant on just entering. Becca couldn't believe this stunning woman standing before her was boyfriend. "So, what do you think?" he asked in a rich sexy voice that sent a tremble down Becca's spine to her nether regions. Without a second more Becca launched herself at the newly minted woman kissing her hard and practically shoved her to the bedroom while disrobing herself. Neither would get any sleep for the rest of the night but were able to pass out form blissful exhaustion of their sexual thrills in the 'early' morning. When the two awoke, well into the afternoon, they began again for another hour before settling down to playful cuddling and petting. "So, everyone in your family is like this?" Becca asked. Ernest nodded her head, "Yes," he affirmed in her sexy voice, "My sister changes whenever she gets her hair cut short and my dad changes when he shaves his beard," he blushed slightly," My dad was actually my mom at the time he had sis and me," he told her. Becca looked at her now girlfriend quizzically, "I'd have thought your sister would want to be like that because she's normally so..." she paused looking for the right word. "Butch?" Ernest finished for her. "Yeah, but she's a tomboy at best and likes weight lifting so when she changes she loses all her muscles until her hair grows back, which usually takes her half a year at most. Till then, she has no body builder muscles and she feels weak.." Becca gave her boyfriend a kiss, "Well I think you're sexy when you're like this," as she cupped one of his breast and teased the nipple slowly. "I think we're going to have a fun couple of weeks," she added. Ernest moaned before replying, "At this rate, I'll change back before we even get out of bed," he murmured softly. "That wouldn't be so bad would it?" Becca asked with a hungry look in her eyes. Ernest smiled, "No, no it wouldn't," he replied as he leaned in again. THE END Submission Chester got out of his beat up hatchback car and looked up at the large house before him. The house was huge, only a hundred square feet short to be legitimately called a mansion but it was close enough in size that it may as well be one as far as he was concerned. Chester is twenty- three years old and had a scrawny build. He had a mop of brown hair on his head a scraggly patch of hair on his chin. His face was a pocket- marked scaring from bad cases of acne from his youth. Up until recently he had a job as a pizza delivery driver. "This is where I'm going to live from now on," Chester said to himself as he walked up to the door and gave it a few quick knocks. He didn't have to wait long as the door opened revealing a man who stands a full foot taller than him. The man smile a dashing smile when he saw Chester. "Chester, I'm so glad you're here. Please, come in. Follow me so we can get started," he said warmly. Chester shook the man's offered hand before replying, "Hello Joshua," he said in return as he fell into step behind him as Joshua led them through the expensively decorated hallway. Joshua was everything Chester wasn't. He was smart, incredably handsome, suave, and confident. He had his choice of any woman he desired and lived a carefree lifestyle thanks to having his own business so successful that money wouldn't be an issue for him any time soon. The few times Joshua had invited him over to his pool parties he was embarrassed to admit that Joshua looked good in a speedo without looking douche he was just that likable a guy. They had met some months ago on a website catering to doms and subs. Chester hesitated at first when Joshua reached out to him but after a few back in forth emails he decided to accept Joshua's offer to meet up in real life. Those private sessions Chester had with Joshua were eye- opening for him as he showed things about himself that Chester never knew about himself. After those private sessions and a few more public parties they decided to move in together for a more permanent relationship. The last time they were together, it was another party of Joshua's where he announced Chester moving in with him and their future relationship together much to Chester's embarrassment, more so as a few of his friends had laughed in regards to Chester's role in their relationship but a quick glare and a few chosen words from Joshua silenced them. That had caused Chester to blush and cement his decision in deciding to live with Joshua from now on. Eventually, they ended up in Joshua's study where Joshua sat down behind the desk and pulled up a bunch of papers. and turned them around for Chester to look over as he sat down in the seat in front of the desk. "This is just some legalities for our relationship," Joshua explained, "Basically, it outlines what we can't do to one another. Things like 'no doing permanent harm to the other', that kind of thing. Any permanent changes have to be agreed upon by both parties but, considering the relationship we are going to have, only one of us are going to be making the decisions but this will leave an option to say no in case things go too far," he said with a sly smile as he gestured for Chester to read the document. Chester did so nervously gulping several times as he read it over but soon breathed a sigh of relief once he was done. He was covered as far as the law was concerned. He didn't expect things to get out of hand but was happy that Joshua thought of this anyhow. Chester signed the document where it indicated. After that, Joshua put the document into a briefcase for his lawyer to collect later and set it aside. He then pulled out a drawer in his desk and pulled out a leather collar with a silver metal buckle. Chester eyed it with a gulp. It was a magical collar that would make the wearer the perfect sub to the owner which made the document he just signed almost laughable but the law was the law and a magic collar couldn't be used without signing that type of document. "Do you know what this is?" Joshua asked. Chester nodded feeling sweat on his back. Their previous private encounters were little more than games but the collar, the collar would make the games more real. And permanent. Joshua laid the collar down in front of Chester as he pushed an old fashion ink well and feather quill. "You'll need to sign your name on the tag of the collar," he told Chester as he pointed to the slightly oversized tag on the collar. There was just enough space for Chester to write his first and last name on it. "Even if I write my name down I can still back out," Chester thought even though his hand reached for the quill. It wasn't until the feather quill was firmly in his hand that he noticed it was shaking. Chester grabbed his wrist with his other hand as he looked up at Joshua who only smiled in that confidant way of his. Joshua already knew and welcomed his role in their near-future relationship. Chester nodded at this and drew what strength he could from Joshua's confidence and steadied his hand and wrote his name on the tag. When he finished, the ink glowed as if it were white hot before cooling and the signature he had written in ink now looked to be engraved instead in the tag. Step one complete Chester's name was, for all time, on this collar forever. Not even the greatest mages would be able to remove it from the tag. Joshua picked up the collar and got up from his chair and rounded his desk and sat in the chair beside Chester and held up the collar for Chester to take, "For this next part, I think it would be appropriate if you put it on," he said. Chester pick up the collar and involuntarily swallowed, feeling as if his throat ran dry, one step closer to his life changing forever. He looked at Joshua who stared back expectantly with his friendly smile ever-present. Even at this stage when they were both so close to their dream and he still left the final act and decision to Chester. Even then he thought of backing out, he could still back out even if he did put the collar on. Did he really want to go back to his old life and forget about the offer Joshua gave him? Could he really turn his back on all this? Chester shook his head, after all that Joshua showed him about himself, there was no going back and pretending that nothing happened. Steeling his resolve he lifted the collar up and gently wrapped it around Joshua's neck. Joshua, for his part, offered no resistance and only breathed a contented sigh as the buckle of the collar clicked shut. "Just one more thing to do Chester," Joshua told him with a smile, "You have to give me a name to activate the collar." Chester nodded but remained silent for a moment thinking about all the ramifications once he went through with this. Joshua would, for all intents and purposes, become his slave while Chester would be the one to bask in the wealth that had originally belonged to Joshua would now be his. While he wouldn't be able to directly control Joshua's company, thanks to the contract that was written in a way to keep the two in the lap of luxury, but he could still offer suggestions that would be taken seriously and accepted or denied depending how it benefitted the company. In any case, Joshua will be under his control. Chester's first and last decision would take precedence over anything Joshua would want, with few exceptions built into the collar. Chester wouldn't be able to order him to kill or otherwise break the law but that still left quite a bit of leeway. If he were to change his mind after activating the collar it would take years, decades even, for an appointed mage to arrive and remove the collar because of the backlog of other magical mishaps. However, Chester already knew that Joshua would never find someone like him. Anyone else would use and abuse Joshua out of some form of 'righteous' jealousy. No, it had to be him. With nothing further to think about Chester opened his mouth, "Your name is Emma," he whispered. The magic of the collar activated instantly as the leather strap sealed around Joshua's neck the metal did so as well, the metal buckle also sealing itself in one unbroken strap around his neck. Only a top tier mage would be able to remove the magic of the collar and return Joshua to normal. Suddenly a blinding light shown out from under Joshua's collar enveloping him completely. When the light cleared revealing Joshua's, now Emma's, new form. She was vastly smaller now only being a petite 4 foot 8. With a slim build and her small size, even her B cup sized breasts looked large on her. Chester stared down at the new girl as she took in her new limbs in wonder. "Emma?" Chester asked getting her attention. She looked up at him with her doe eyes, "Master?" her voice was sweet and full of adoration. Chester put a hand under her chin to get a better look at her. She leaned into his touch as she looked up to him. Chester could see the contentment in her eyes and something else. Trust. She had the look of absolute trust in her eyes for Chester. It was then that Chester realised that Emma was naked. He almost freaked out but managed to control himself. "Lets go get you something to wear Emma," he told her. She only smiled feeling Chester's touch like a caress. "Okay master," she responded. As Chester lead Emma down the hall she fingered the engraving of tag on her collar. She didn't need to read it to know what it said but liked the feel of it and what it represented. The simple words: "I belong to Chester Wyrnes" sent a thrill through her entire being. She had willfully given herself fully over to him and knew she made the right decision. Back when she was still Joshua she was looking on how to spend her early retirement when she found Chester and knew Chester had something special inside him. She didn't need the collar to devote her life to Chester. While Chester would never be the typical dom, he was far too gentle for being any kind of dominatrix, but that was what Joshua had wanted before he became Emma. Joshua had coaxed out this new side in Chester. Before then he was always full of trepidation and bowing under others opinions and wills. Now that new self was out and with Emma she would help blossom that new self into something more. Emma maybe dependant on Chester from now on but she would be helping him as much as he would be taking care of her. After all, the relationship of a Dom and a sub needs the contribution of both parties to thrive. THE END One Grey Hair Agnes was working at the make-up counter in the department store. At forty-eight years of age she was quite adept at her job and knew what to say and do to get the sale. Today how ever, she was not doing so well. There was a power outage in her part of town causing her alarm clock to reset and her sleeping in and becoming late arriving to work. When she stepped in her boss chewed her out and a new hire in her department was doing very well for her first day. All this had put Agnes in a sour mood. Despite this, she smiled evilly as she had just the thing. At home she had a spell that would devastate the little upstart. A simple spell really. All it could do is turn woman's hair grey. She used it several times on her other coworkers to great effect much to her satisfaction. She laughed in the memory of seeing her targets lose their marbles over a few grey hairs. She frowned as she absently twirled her own lock of hair hating that her own aging hair. Her reverie was interrupted by another of her coworkers. Joseph, a twenty-one year old male was showing the new hire his hair. More specifically a single grey strand of hair. Joseph was a goofball, quick with a joke and always seeming to be determined to be the class clown, even if he wasn't in class at the time. He worked as the store gopher, the odd jobs person who had no direct day-to-day task. Right now it seemed he was in full class clown mode. "Look at this," he told the new hire, Shirley Agnes thought her name was, "I have just one white hair," he told her excitedly much to Shirley's bemusement. "Yeah, it means you're getting older," she told him, "Soon you're going to have a full head of grey hair," she teased. Unfazed by her declaration, "I hope so but it's weird though. Last year I found just one strand of white hair and I showed it off to whoever I could find. And a month later," he added with a hint of conspiracy, "It was gone! As if it was ashamed that I wasn't ashamed of it. I couldn't find it again after it disappeared. And no, I didn't pull it out or anything like that," he told her playfully. Agnes was irked by what he just said striking a deep nerve within her. Whenever a man got grey hair he looked distinguished, full of wisdom. But, when a woman gets grey hair, she's past her prime and no longer worth being pursued. "Well if he wants grey hair so bad, I'll give him grey hair then," Agnes thought venomously. The rest of the day passed in a blur as Agnes' dominant thought revolved around making Joseph pay for his insensitivities. When she got home she pulled out the spell she kept in her room and looked it over to make sure she casted it right. She briefly paused at the notice on the page that the spell was for use on women only but waved that aside. She had a lesson to teach. Setting up a circle of candles on her table the page the spell was on sat in the circle of candles. Once everything was ready she began reading the spell and said Joseph's name to indicate the desired target. On finishing the spell a sudden gust of wind snuffed out the candles signifying the spells success and conclusion. With that out of the way Agnes went about the rest of her evening with a satisfied smile on her face. The next day after arriving at work she found herself continuously getting distracted looking for Joseph to see his reaction to his new sprinkling of grey hair on his head. After her lunch break a young woman came up to her counter with a big grin on her face. "Shirley, Agnes, look at this," she said holding a lock of hair in her hands. The handful of hair was snow white in contrast to her dark brown that if left alone would fall over her left eye. Agnes was confused, not knowing this girl and yet she was acting as if she knew her. "Oh that looks so cool Josie, did you dye it?" Shirley asked the girl. 'Josie's' grin got wider, "No, I just woke up this morning and there it was. Looks pretty cool right?" Shirley gave a look of concern, "That's not something to get excited about Josie. what if there's something wrong with you? You should get yourself check out in the hospital just in case," she told Josie. Josie slumped a little, "But I feel fine though," she pouted, "But tell you what? If this happens again I'll get check out, sooner if I star to feel sick okay?" Shirley nodded her head, "Deal, I'll see you later," she said bidding the strange girl adieu. "Kay, bye-bye you two," she said waving goodbye when she noticed another co-worker walking by, "Oh, hey Barry, check this out!" she said chasing after him to show him her hair. The whole encounter left Agnes dumbfounded, "Who was she?" she asked Shirley. Shirley looked at her quizzically as if she said something weird, "That was Josephine remember? She came here yesterday being all excited showing off a grey hair she found," at Agnes' non response she added further, "She's one of the gophers for the store," she paused seeing if she had jogged Agnes' memory. Seeing no recognition she continued, "She's the one who always acts like an airhead! God, how could you forget her? You worked with her longer than I have." Finally it all clicked for Agnes as she remembered the notice on the spell she casted on Joseph. It had said to be used on women only. She never thought the spell would turn him into a woman. But, what sent her into grinding her teeth was that Joseph, or Josephine, had looked great in her new hair coloring. And worst still, it didn't upset her. The bitch was actually happy to have grey hair. "I'll show her," Agnes thought with sneer and went about her day. When she got home she set everything up to cast the spell. She read the spell out loud and when she was done the candles snuffed themselves out. She relit the candles and went through the process three more times. By the end of it she was sure that 'Josephine' now had a full head of her precious white hair. She should be freaking out by now. With that out of the way she could finally take the rest of her evening in peace satisfied that she at last got her revenge on Josephine for her behavior. The next day when she went to work she didn't see Josephine anywhere and smile to herself when Shirley told her that she heard Josephine went to the hospital. Shirley sounded legibly worried but Agnes could only feel satisfied in that the bitch was finally acting like a real woman and freaked out about her hair. She giggled imagining that she was taken to the mental ward screaming about her hair and that she was now a woman. These thought ran through Agna's head despite the fact no one else had thought it odd that Joseph was now Josephine. She continued on her day feeling like she was walking on air now that she felt relaxed in as many days. The following day she was again at work, humming to herself in between customers, she even gossiped to Shirley she was in such a good mood. Later she was just finished selling a make up kit to a customer when she spied a woman from the corner of her eye who had just walked around her own corner. Agnes started to smile in preparation for her pitch when she suddenly frowned on seeing the newcomer. It was Josephine, with a full head of white hair, and she was smiling. "Hey girls," Josephine said lightly as she sauntered up to their counter, "How are you two today?" Shirley stared at the girl wide eyed, "How are we? Josie, how are you? I heard you went to the hospital, are you okay? What happened to your hair?" she asked firing off question after question. Josephine looked at her feet sheepishly, "I don't know what happened. Yesterday, like the day before I just woke up like this. My room mate freaked out even though I kept trying to tell her that I felt fine she practically kidnapped me and drove me to the hospital where I spent pretty much all day with them doing tests on me. I was only let out because I felt fine the whole day. So, they let me out and they'll give me a call if they find anything. So, here I am," she said at last smiling confidently. "So, are you going to dye your hair back?" Shirley asked. Josephine ran a hand through her hair, "Actually, I like it. I'm going to keep it. I mean, even my eyebrows are white now and I never liked dying those to match my hair color despite what every one says." "I gotta say, you're rocking that look," Shirley answered, "I'm just glad you're okay." "Thanks," Josephine said with a smile, "I should get back to work now, see you both later," she said with a wave and was off. Agnes only half-heartedly returned her wave mumbling a goodbye as the new girl left. She was fuming inside. For the rest of the day her returned bad move showed in her work and she wasn't able to get any further sales. At the end of the day she was dead on her feet and in the evening before bed as she was removing her makeup she noticed to her dismay that she had a new collection of gray hairs on her head. She growled at the sight. Life just wasn't fair sometimes. THE END.