I thought I'd write this quick little fluff story to try and apologise
for all the female to male stuff I've been writing lately without even
realising it... how do you suppose I managed to do that?!

Anyway, this story can be archived absolutely anywhere except where a
charge would be made to see it.

Yours,

Carrie Gore
http://members.xoom.com/_XOOM/carriegore/index.html

"Spells 'R' Us: The Crowd Pleaser"

Harold Embass raised the mallet high into the air, screwed his face into
a tight ball and with all the power he could muster slammed it against
the tiny pad at the base of the 'Prove Your Strength' game. Tina, his
girlfriend, laughed at the pathetic effort, rated by it as 'Puny as a
girl!' much to Harry's embarrassment.

The few other people gathered in that section of the carnival shared
Tina's laughter, unable to believe such a skinny wretch had even tried
to prove anything other than his weakness on the cruel game.

'Leave it, you puss-weed!' she said, trying to prevent Harry from
humiliating himself any further.

'Aw man... it's fixed. It has to be!' he said, dejected.

'Come on, let's do something a little less physical, eh?'

'Okay, where next?'

Tina scanned the carnival, looking for something to catch her interest.
Nothing stood out, so it was lucky Harry spotted something she had
missed.

'What about that? Looks like a fortune-teller.' Harry said, pointing to
an inconspicuous, modest tent with a quaint, hand painted sign reading
'Spells 'R' Us'. 'Probably a total waste of money, but what the hell!'

'Okay, Harry. Me first though!' she said before running, literally, to
the tent.

Harry waited where he stood for a good five minutes, before Tina
emerged, white as a ghost. In her hands, she held an ugly looking wooden
ring, engraved with an incomprehensible symbol.

'Well? What happened?'

'I don't really know... he knew my name, and everything else about me,'
she said, clearly shaken up.

'What's with the ring?' Harry asked.

'He gave it to me,' she said, then added as an afterthought 'he didn't
charge extra for it.'

'What's it for?'

'He said it would give me the body I always wanted.'

'You don't believe it, do you?'

'I don't honestly know. I'm too scared to try it on - I don't think I
want my dream body.'

'Okay then, it's my turn. See ya in a minute, right?' he said.

'Sure thing, Harry.' She replied, distracted by examining her ring.

Harry approached the tent cautiously, not prepared mentally to cut
through the illusions and trickery. Normally sceptical at the best of
times, actually visiting a psychic was an anathema to him. He could not
believe he had been the one even to suggest it.

He moved the tent door aside to enter, immediately noticing the stale
smell of ancient objects. The walls of the tent had many unusual and
intricate trinkets suspended by string. One item, a Barbie Doll, seemed
out of place against all the other mystifyingly magical curiosities.

'Hello Harry,' came a voice from the shadows. Harry spun to face the
voice, and found an old man. There was something unusually indeterminate
about his appearance, as if he could not quite focus or concentrate on
what the man actually looked like.

'How...'

'...did I know your name? Oh, that old trick. Easy when you know how,
but I really should consider abandoning it. I do get so sick of people
asking how I accomplished such a trivial feat,' he said.

'Oh, sorry.'

'No need to apologise, Harry. Let me assure that there are far greater
wonders in the world, so much more magic.'

'Right,' he said, wanting to leave. He had not checked his calendar, but
he was sure it was not 'Crazy Old Man Day'. 'Well, nice chatting to you,
Mr...?'

'Going so soon? But what of the relations you sought when you entered my
humble premises? For example, you wanted to know how you could be happy
with the physique you have.'

'How....'

'Ah ah ah Dear Harry. Please, I implore you.'

'Oops, sorry,' he said, embarrassed. 'Yes, I did... can you do something
to help?'

'Why, naturally! I would not be a true wizard if I could not, eh? Now
then, I believe I have just the thing for you. Let me see...' The old
man turned to the artefacts, clearly looking for something specific.
'Ah, here it is.'

In his hands he a ring almost identical to Tina's.

'This little wonder will allow you to feel fantastic about who you are,
and make the most of your body. You'd be surprised what you could do if
you put your mind to it.'

'Oh, well er, how much does it cost?'

'Ah, I believe twenty-three dollars should just about cover my expenses,
don't you?'

'Twenty-three! That's all my money! But, I guess if it works it's worth
it.'

'You won't be disappointed, Harry, I can assure you,' he said,
exchanging the ring for Harry's cash. 'Now you should leave: Tina is
waiting for you.'

'Well, thanks a lot Mr...'

'Goodbye Harry.' And with that he retreated to the shadows.

Harry turned to leave the tent, but realised that he was already
standing on the outside. He flipped round, and to his shock the tent was
still there, although the canvas flap was closed. He turned back round
to see Tina eagerly approaching.

'Well? What happened Harry?' Tina said, excited.

'I'm not sure, Tina. He knew my name... and he sold me this ring.'

'Oh, it is just like mine! I think we've been ripped-off, don't you?'
said Tina, angrily.

'I don't know. It seemed genuine enough inside the tent.' He said,
embarrassed with his gullibility. 'Have you tried your ring on yet?'

'No way! I don't even want to think about what would happen if I
actually really had my dream body!' she exclaimed.

'Do you think I should try my ring on then? The old man said it would
make me feel great about who I am.'

'That's make a change,' she laughed.

'Don't be cruel! Anyway, I think I will try it on when we get home.'

They meandered around the rest of the carnival until they were both
stupefied with boredom. Secretly, they wanted to get home and experiment
with the hopefully magic rings, so they could not concentrate on the
crass, tacky seen-it-all-before attractions.

Travelling in Harry's barely roadworthy little European Fiat, they both
raced back to Tina's home exhilarated. As luck would have it, Tina's
mother was not in, working the late shift at the hospital and since
Tina's father had not returned home after nipping out to a bar five
years ago, the house was empty.

They moved into the kitchen to relax, raiding the icebox of Coca-Cola
and ice-cream. It did not take too long before their conversation turned
again to the magic rings the old man had given them. They laid them both
out of the table, to examine them.

'They don't look very magical,' Tina observed. Harry nodded his
agreement, but still attempted to examine closer. Moving his head as
close as possible, he tried to decipher the symbols.

'I wonder what the symbols mean?'

'Don't ask me,' Tina said. 'Why don't you try yours on, see if it
works?'

'Okay... er, which on is mine again?'

'Wasn't it the one on the right?'

'I don't remember! Well, I guess they both do different things...' said
Harry, nervously.

'Well, why don't you just put both on at the same time then?' Tina
suggested.

Harry's thoughts turned back to the old man's warning about mixing
rings.

'Wait! These things won't work anyway... I don't know why I'm so
nervous!' said Harry indignantly.

'That's the spirit. Here, I'll put them on you.' Tina picked up both
rings and instructed Harry to spread his fingers. She paused for a
second to look into Harry's nervous eyes. She saw a bead of perspiration
trickle down his forehead. Then, in one quick and fluid movement she
slipped both rings on his fingers simultaneously.

They waited.

Nothing happened.

Then, suddenly, Tina remembered something important.

'Wait! Take them off, Harry!'

'Why?' he said, worried. Without further questioning, he attempted to
pull the rings off. 'Shit! They won't come off!'

'You've got to take them off, Harry... what if... what if you don't get
your dream body... you get mine?' she yelled, hysterical with panic.

'Oh......my..... god!!!!!!' Harry moaned as the magic from the rings
kicked with a vengeance. He doubled up, clenching his stomach, then
suddenly stood up again, flicking back a full head of lush, curly blonde
hair.

Tina screamed, watching as Harry began transforming right in front of
her.

Harry wasn't really sure what was happening to him, at least not until
he saw breast growing on the front of his chest. And not just breasts:
He was growing Breasts with a capital B. No, make that a capital D,
double D.

'Help! What's happening to me Tina?' he squeaked in a shockingly
feminine little voice.

'Harry? Is that still you? Your face... it's gorgeous!' She was right,
Harry's transformation was virtually complete, owning as he did a pert,
yet curvy butt and legs that had no ending. Harry now had the body Tina
had fantasised about for years, right down to the ultra long
fingernails. Worryingly, he was already wearing makeup, including blood
red lipstick and false eyelashes.

'I... I...' Harry started. 'I... LOVE it!' he proclaimed, jubilant with
his new body.

'What? What are you talking about Harry? You've turned into a bimbo!'
she said, unbelieving.

'I don't care! I love who I am, and I'm going to make the most of it!'
he said, tearing off his male clothing in disgust.

'It's the second ring! It's making you enjoy being a bimbo Harry! You've
got to take them off, now!!!' she said, but her message fell on deaf
ears. Harry had shot off, and was now charging upstairs. 'Harry? What
are you doing?' Curious, and worried about her newly feminised boyfriend
she chased after him.

It turned out he had run into Tina's bedroom, and had already begun
dressing herself in a black bra, panties, garter belt and stockings.

'What the hell are you doing!' she yelled.

'I'm making the most of this bod, that's what!' he said back, almost
shaking with the enthusiasm he had for getting dressed up. She watching
helplessly as he rummaged through her clothes collection finding
garments that she had hoped no one would ever find. Her stupidly large
heeled pumps that Harry was now eagerly jumping into. Her micro mini
skirt, something that she had never dared to wear in public but in which
Harry was happily jiggling around. To top it off, he pulled on her tiny
crop top that did not leave much to the imagination, especially Harry's
ample cleavage and supple navel.

'Wow! I feel great!'

'Harry, you look like a bimbo,' she said, arms folded to demonstrate her
disapproval.

'I don't care! I love it! I've never felt so good about myself before! I
just want to shout it to the world!'

'You're not going out like that Harry. I'm telling you now, there's no
way...'

But it was too late: Handbag in hand, the frenzied Harry had already
begun tottering down the stairs, running for his car. She only just
managed to keep up, climbing into the passenger seat before Harry
slammed his high-heeled foot to the floor and they were off to
who-knows-where.

In virtually no time at all they arrived at a local strip club, much to
Tina's mortification.

'You have to be kidding. There's no way I'm going in there.'

'Suit yourself!' Harry squeaked, beaming from ear to ear. 'See you
later!' And, with that, jumped out of the car, and marched inside. Even
from outside, he heard the crowd inside roar with delight as Harry
entered. Cringing, she shook her head as the demise of her boyfriend.
She waited a full five minutes before deciding to save Harry from
himself. She hopped out of the car and putting on her 'Don't f**k with
me!' face marched into the club.

She could not believe what she was seeing. Harry, now naked except for
his stockings, garter and panties was pole dancing on the stage, much to
the pleasure of the crowd who whooped and hollered at him.

'Harry!' she yelled, making fists at the floor, furious.

'Oh, let her enjoy it,' came a voice from her left. A familiar voice.
The old man's voice!

'You! Look what you've done! Give him his body back you bastard!'

'Sorry Tina, I did warn him about not mixing his ring with anyone elses.
I'm afraid there's nothing I can do,' he said, smiling.

'You can't leave him like that! God knows what'll happen to him!' she
said, exasperated.

'Yes, Harry has become quite the centre of attention, hasn't she? Don't
worry. I'm sure Harry hasn't got a problem.'

Harry did another spin around the poll, laughing at the crowd eagerly
cramming dollar notes into his stockings.

'Yes, quite the crowd pleaser.'

(THE END!)