From jenn470@aol.com Wed May 14 09:01:02 1997
Spells R Us: The Fine Print
by Jennifer


Chapter 1

The door creaked open, and suddenly, the harsh bright lights 
flipped on.  The figure entering the room dropped her suitcase to 
the floor as her eyes met mine.
"Oh My God!!  You guys make me absolutely sick!" the angry girl 
in the doorway said.
"Carol!" I gasped in shock.  "What are you doing here?  I thought 
you went home for the weekend!"
"I had a change of plans, and besides . . . what difference does it 
make?!  Damn it . . . this is my room too, and I'm sick and tired of 
this disgusting garbage happening!  What is this, the sixth or 
seventh time I've caught you two in here?  It's gotten to the point 
where I can't even come into my own room anymore!  I swear 
Susan . . . you're positively the worst roommate I've ever had.  
You're nothing but a low-class slut, and your pervert boyfriend 
here isn't even as close as a notch behind you on the evolutionary 
scale!"
"Look Carol . . ." I tried to interrupt, but she would have nothing 
of it.
"I'm reporting you to the Executive Council of the sorority first 
thing Monday morning, and hopefully, they'll expel you.  You 
never should have been allowed to pledge this house anyway.  I 
could tell the kind of girl you were from the beginning!  And you . . 
." she turned her cold stare toward Mike.  "You've got two minutes 
to get the hell out of here before I call the police!"  With that, she 
wheeled around and slammed the door behind her.

"Guess she's pretty mad, huh?"  Mike said to me as he started to 
look around the floor for his clothes.
"Who cares, she's such a bitch!" I said.  "Fuck her!"
Mike started to giggle.  "Actually, I think that's her problem."
"What?"
"She just needs to get laid!"
We both broke out in laughter.
Mike gathered his things and got dressed.  I gave him a peck on the 
cheek and told him that I'd see him tomorrow.  Soon Carol 
returned, and we got into quite a little argument.  Actually, I'm 
really not sure why I ever bother to try to discuss things with her.  
We never see eye to eye, and I'm sure that things weren't about to 
change tonight.

Carol and I never quite hit it off.  Shortly after I was assigned to be 
her roommate, things became tense.  At first, I found myself 
jealous of her. She appeared to be the kind of girl that had it all.  
She was smart, wealthy, and extremely attractive.  With her long 
blonde hair, blue eyes, and shapely figure . . . she had the boys 
crawling all over her.  What a waist THAT was!  To this very day, 
she's still a virgin.  In fact, I don't even think she's ever seen a guy 
naked!  But, she knew she was hot, and acted like it.  She could 
have any guy she wanted, but she was nothing more than a big 
tease.  She'd lead a guy on at a party or something and then just 
leave him hanging there at the last minute.  What a bitch!

After a couple of weeks, it was clear that we weren't going to get 
along very well.  She hung out with her friends, and I hung out 
with mine.  We hardly spoke as time passed by.  That in itself 
really didn't bother me . . . what did, was her attitude towards me.  
All she ever did was look down her nose at me.  She tried her best 
to make me feel inferior to her because my family didn't have as 
much money as hers.  She started lecturing me on having sex with 
Mike and soon after, started calling me a whore.  She went out of 
her way to spread rumors about me throughout the house; doing 
her best to embarrass me.  Fortunately, the semester would be over 
soon and I'd be getting another roommate.  Carol could be 
somebody else's conscience . . . I just didn't need this kind of crap.  
But for tonight at least . . . I was knee deep in it.


Chapter 2

As usual, things always seem a little better the next day.  Mike and 
I met for lunch and spent part of the afternoon out at the Mall.  As 
we walked hand in hand, trying to forget about last night, a small 
store attracted my attention.
The sign said `Spells R Us'.
"Hey Mike?  Have you ever seen that store before?"
"What store are you talking about"
"That one over there," I pointed.
"Spells R Us . . . hmm . . . No, I don't think I have.  Must be new."
"Come on" I said as I tugged on his hand.  "Let's check it out.  It 
looks like fun."
"Sure."

The musty store was dimly lit with old relics and books adorning 
the sparse shelves.  I looked around and didn't see a salesperson.
I turned to Mike and raising my eyebrows said, "I wonder how this 
place stays in business?  It doesn't look like there's anyone 
working here."
"Well . . ." Mike started.
"Can I help you?" a crackling voice from behind interrupted.
Startled, we both turned around.
"Where did you come from?" I asked.  "There was no one here just 
a moment ago."
"Oh I'm sorry if I startled you.  I seem to have a nasty habit of 
sneaking up on people."
Before us was an old man.  He was wearing a purple satin robe 
with gold stars and little half-moons embroidered all over it.  
Around his neck, he wore a fancy rhinestone amulet with a thick 
golden chain.  Atop his head was pointy hat that must have been 
over a foot tall.  His ring-adorned fingers grasped an old wooden 
staff that he used to keep his balance.  Frankly, he looked like some 
kind of reject from a bad `Knights of the Round Table' movie.  But 
hey, "Whatever it takes to make a buck," I thought.

"Hey Merlin . . . Nice outfit."  Mike giggled.
"Well . . ." the old man said winking.  "I do so like to look the part.  
Besides, who's ever heard of a wizard wearing a jacket and tie?"
We both chuckled.
"So . . . is there something I can help you find?  We have things for 
all types of occasions.  Costumes, potions, spells, magic jewelry . . 
. you name it."
"Well come to think of it . . .I wouldn't mind turning my roommate 
into a frog or something" I said sarcastically.
"Your roommate?" the old man inquired.  "Now what in the world 
could your roommate have done to merit that?"
Mike grinned.  "Let's just say . . . they don't see eye to eye.  I'm 
sure you don't want to hear the details anyway."
"Well actually . . . at my age . . . oh well, I understand.  Far be it 
from me to pry into your personal lives."
"It's really nothing too exciting," I said.  She's been making my 
life miserable for months . . . and it's gotten to the point where I 
just can't take it anymore."
"Oh I see . . ." the old man said as he scratched his long white 
beard.  "Please give me a moment.  I have something that may just 
do the trick."
With that, he shuffled off into the back room while mumbling a few 
things under his breath.  A few moments later, he emerged 
clutching an old rolled-up piece of parchment in his free hand.
"Here you are," he said.  "You may find this useful."
"What is it?" Mike asked as he reached out his hand to take it.
"It's a magic scroll," the old man said with a grin.
I took it from Mike and began to unroll it.  "What does it do?"
"It's a very powerful spell, but a dangerous one too" he said.

I looked down at the old paper.  `Spell of Requital' it said in 
beautiful calligraphy across the top.
"So . . . what is it?  How does it work?"  I mumbled while trying to 
read on.
"Actually it's very simple," the old wizard said.  "It's basically a 
spell about getting even.  It gives the caster, or casters, the ability 
to `repay' someone for a good or evil act that has directly affected 
the lives of the person, or persons, casting the spell.  The caster 
may wish anything to happen to the target person, except death of 
course, and . . .
"Anything?!" Mike interrupted.
"Yes, ANYTHING." The old man said.  "Anything you can 
imagine . . . heck, you could even turn her into that frog you were 
thinking about!"  He began to chuckle at the thought . . . but then 
he became serious.  "This spell is very powerful; maybe too 
powerful for novices like yourselves.  Perhaps something a little 
more . . ."
"I think we can handle it!" I said enthusiastically.
"Well . . . I don't know . . ." he pondered.
"Oh please.  How hard can it be?  Besides, we're both very 
responsible . . . right Mike?"
"Oh absolutely" he said while nodding.
"Well . . . alright.  You two have twisted my arm.  But please, you 
must read the instructions carefully.  They are very explicit, and 
should give you no trouble.  Just be sure you understand everything 
before you cast it . . . and please . . . please don't skip over the fine 
print.  Just remember, choose your wish carefully, for the results 
cannot be undone; not even by another scroll!"
Sure, whatever you say" Mike nodded.
"We've left out one small thing" I said.  "How much is this little 
beauty going to cost us?"
The old man paused for a moment, deep in thought.  "Now do me a 
favor, and don't tell your friends I did this . . . but since you're new 
customers . . . how about twenty dollars?"
"Twenty dollars!  That's all?" I said in amazement.
"Well I do have to pay the rent you know.  Just consider it a kind 
gesture; almost a gift.  Besides, helping young people like 
yourselves to get what they deserve in life is far more rewarding to 
me than making a quick buck."
"You're too kind" I smiled.
After paying the old man and getting a few more instructions, Mike 
and I were underway with our new scroll in hand.


Chapter 3

That night we ordered a pizza and began pondering what to do with 
Carol.  We tossed around all kinds of ideas, but nothing seemed to 
`hit the right spot'.  After a while, we decided to take a break.
"Hey Susan . . ."
"Yeah"
"Do you really think that Carol is going to report you on 
Monday?" Mike asked.
"I don't know.  She's threatened to before, but has always backed 
off. This time though, she seems pretty mad."
"She's such a loser." Mike said.  "I mean, what's her deal?  She 
acts like having sex is some kind of sin or something?"
Kicking my feet up on the bed I said, "I guess she just comes from 
a pretty conservative background.  She thinks you should wait until 
you get married!  Can you believe it?"
"You're kidding?" Mike said in disbelief.
"No . . . really.  I know you'd never know it by looking at her, but 
it's true.  She's so conservative . . . I mean . . . like she won't even 
completely undress in front of me.  She always goes into the 
bathroom to take off her underwear.  Oh . . . and if you can believe 
it . . . she still wears full cut panties!"
"No way!" Mike gasped.  "A girl with her figure?  You can't be 
serious."
"Really.  I mean it."  I wandered over to her dresser.  "Here, check 
it out."
I opened up the top drawer and held up a pair of her panties.  Mike 
just sat there dumfounded.
"I can't believe it," he said.  "Those look like my moms 
underwear!"
We both broke out laughing as I put them back in the drawer.
"What she really needs is to loosen up . . . and to get laid!" Mike 
roared.
Just then it clicked.  "What did you just say Mike?"
"What?  That she needs to loosen up and get laid?" he said.
"I've think I've got it!" I said.
"What?"
"What we can do to her with our little magical scroll here.  You 
said it yourself.  What she needs is to loosen up . . . so what do you 
say we loosen her up . . . WAY up!"
"You mean like turning her on to sex, or making her buy some new 
underwear!" Mike snickered.
"Stop it Mike!  I'm serious.  Why don't we make her everything 
that she despises?  I mean, what could teach her a lesson more than 
to turn her into what she hates the most?"
"Which is?" Mike paused.  "What?  Turning her into you?"
"Very funny.  No . . . make her into a slut!"
A huge smile came across Mike's face.  "Better yet . . . how about 
a hooker!!"
We both screamed with delight at the idea.
"Come on . . . lets do it before we change our minds" he said.

In minutes, we were sitting down on the floor and unraveling the 
scroll.
"The old man said that things would be self explanatory," I said.
We both silently scanned through the old penmanship.  In a way, it 
was almost like reading part of the bible . . . written in old English, 
it proved to be difficult to grasp the first time through.  But after 
re-reading it a couple of times, it seemed fairly simple.
"So what do you think?" I said to Mike.
"It doesn't look so bad.  I think I understand it all . . . how about 
you?"
"I think so.  I read it twice.  Should we try it?" I asked.
"Absolutely . . . let's give it a shot!" Mike said.
"Wait a minute . . . what's that say?" I said as I pointed toward 
some extremely small text at the bottom of the paper.
We both squinted to make it out.

It read: Epistle to the Son of the Wolf, 30

"What's that mean?" Mike asked.
"I don't know.  Looks like some kind of scripture . . . don't you 
think?"
"I guess, but I've never heard of it though . . . have you?"
"No" I said.  "I'm not going to worry about it.  It's probably just 
some favorite passage by the Monk that wrote this.  No big deal."
"I don't know . . . I mean, wouldn't you feel better if we knew 
what that said?" Mike asked.
"Oh stop your worrying.  I'm sure it's nothing . . . trust me OK?  
"OK, I guess you're right," he said in agreement.

Soon Mike and I were sitting on the floor with the scroll.  We had 
lit two candles, one for each of the people casting the spell.  A third 
candle, representing the target person, lay unlit until the 
appropriate time came.  In ink, we wrote in Carol's name as the 
recipient of the spell.  And then, in a few sentences . . . we were to 
write out what we wanted to happen to her.
"So Susan, what should we write?  Something like . . . `We want 
Carol to turn into a slut?"
"No . . . I think we need to be a little more specific than that.  
Besides, that's too easy for her.  I want her to suffer.  I want to 
make her pay for being such a stuck up bitch to me."
"I'm not sure what you mean.  Isn't turning her into a slut 
punishment enough?"
"Just a minute Mike . . . let me think . . ."
After a minute or two, it came to me.
"I've got it!  I don't want to turn her INTO a cheap whore . . . I 
just want her to be forced to ACT like one whenever she's around 
anyone.  When she's alone, she'll be in complete control of herself.  
But, when she's in anybody else's presence . . . she'll be 
forced/compelled to act like an air-headed, sex starved bimbo!  I 
want her to know exactly what's happening to her, and to know, 
WHO did it to her!  Isn't it just perfect?!"
"Wow . . . that's pretty cruel Susan.  You really hate her that 
much?"
"Absolutely.  You don't know how cruel she's been to me Mike.   
She's put me through hell . . . and now it's her turn."
"Well . . ."  Mike said.  "What about any physical changes?  I 
mean like . . . should we make her look like some big busted 
stripper too?"
"I don't know Mike . . . I still want everyone to know who she is.  I 
want her to be humiliated.  I don't want people not to be able to 
recognize her.  What good would that be?  Besides, someone might 
notice if she changes physically . . . I just want people to think that 
she's turned into a slut.  Really, I think that's enough . . . don't 
you?"
"Well . . . if you say so.  After all . . . you're the one who has a 
beef with her.  It's your call."

So we continued filling out the scroll.  Writing down Carol's fate 
and then signing our names at the bottom.  As instructed, we slid 
the scroll underneath the third, unlit candle.  Next, we both held 
hands and visualized the changes that we wished upon Carol.  Both 
of us concentrating on what would be.  After a couple of minutes, 
we lit the third candle and recited the chant written along the 
bottom of the scroll.  Our Latin wasn't very good, but somehow we 
muddled through it .
Upon speaking the last word . . . the flames of the candles began to 
burn brighter.  And then in unison, extinguished themselves, 
leaving us in darkness.
We got up and flipped on the lights.  The scroll was gone!
"Holy shit Mike . . . look!  It's gone!"
"Wow!  Maybe this stuff is for real.  That's really creepy."
"I'm not sure I would have believed it if I didn't see it for myself."

We both shook nervously as we cleaned things up.  Neither of us 
could wait to see if this was really going to work.
"So Susan . . . what do you think?"
"About what?  The scroll?"
"Yeah . . . I mean, do you think it's really going to work?"
"Well, judging by the weird stuff that just happened . . . I'd say 
there's a pretty good chance that something's going to happen.  I 
guess we'll just have to wait and see."
Since it was getting late . . . I told Mike that he'd better be getting 
on home before Carol got back.  Otherwise there would be hell to 
pay.  He gave me a kiss at the door and said, "Give me a call if 
anything happens . . . I can hardly wait!"
"Alright, I'll let you know as soon as I do."  I blew him a kiss and 
waived goodbye.

Shortly after Mike left, Carol arrived.  She gave me a snooty glare 
as she walked past me and into the bathroom.  Once inside, she 
shut the door and got ready for bed.  A few minutes later she 
emerged wearing an extremely conservative flannel nightgown.  I 
almost snickered at her as she walked past me and got into bed.
"Hmmm" I thought.  "Same old Carol . . . well, I guess I shouldn't 
have gotten my hopes up. I didn't really expect this hocus pocus 
stuff to work anyway."
Disappointed, I got up and got ready for bed myself. 


Chapter 4

As usual, the alarm clock seemed to go off way too early.  I would 
have given anything to sleep in, but it was Sunday, and I felt guilty 
if I didn't get up and go to church.  After getting ready and 
grabbing a quick bite to eat, I headed outside to meet up with a 
couple other sorority sisters.  I knew that Carol was planning to go 
as well, but I was so angry with her that I left with out asking her if 
she wanted a ride.  "Screw her . . ." I thought.  "She can find her 
own way there."

The service started promptly at 10:00 AM.  Some ten minutes 
later, Carol and a couple of her stuck up friends scurried in.  As 
they walked by us, Carol gave me an evil glare.  All three of them 
squeezed into a pew a few rows ahead of us creating quite a scene.  
It seemed like half the congregation was staring at them, but I 
guess that was to be expected.  Not only were they late, but 
beautiful as well.  Carol looked simply stunning as her long golden 
hair cascaded over the open back of her white sundress.  As I 
looked around and saw so many other people checking her out, a 
wave of jealousy came over me. But soon enough, I was able to get 
my mind off her and pay attention to the service.

A little later, during one of the hymns . . . I noticed that Carol had 
started tugging at her bra.  At first I thought that she just needed to 
adjust it a bit, but she just kept on pulling at it.  It was so bad, that 
it even embarrassed me to watch her.  After about five minutes of 
making a spectacle of herself, she got up and headed off to the 
ladies room.
"Thank God"  I thought.  "What's her problem? "

A couple of minutes later, a bra-less Carol re-emerged.  My jaw 
almost dropped to the floor as I saw what was obviously the source 
of her discomfort.
"Oh my God!!  Her breasts are huge!!"  I thought in amazement.
I nudged Patty (who was sitting next to me) and said, "Do you see 
what I see?"
"See what?" she said.
"Look at Carol! Her chest . . . it's huge!"  I whispered.
"Like . . . you finally noticed?"  Patty said.  "Where have you been 
living . . . in a cave?"
"But it wasn't like that this morning . . ." I said.
"What do you mean?!  It's been like that ever since I've known her.  
Are you feeling alright Susan?"
"Yeah I'm fine . . . "  Then it dawned on me.  The spell . . . it had 
to be the spell!
"I worked" I thought.  "I can't believe it . . . the damn thing 
actually worked!"
I was so excited that I didn't hear a word of the rest of the service.  
I could hardly wait to get a hold of Mike and tell him what had 
happened.  Finally, after what seemed like forever, it came to an 
end.


Chapter 5

I rushed back to the house as quickly as I could.  I ran upstairs . . . 
eager to dial Mike.  But as I reached for the doorknob, I heard a 
voice from inside.  It was Carol.
"Oh my God!  What's happened to me?  Look at my body . . . 
what's happening!  I don't understand . . ."
I opened the door and stepped inside.  Then, the most amazing 
thing happened.  It was like someone flipped a switch.  Her body 
language, her mood, her tone of voice, her actions . . . all changed 
instantly.  She gave me an air-headed smile and walked over to the 
dresser to change her clothes. With her back to me, she unzipped 
her dress and allowed it to drop to the floor.  She then seemed to 
have difficulty pulling down her slip.  When she finally managed 
to, I noticed the reason why!
"Shit!  Look at her . . ."  I thought.
Her panties looked two sizes too small as they strained to cover her 
expanded hips and butt!
As she turned nonchalantly and headed toward the bathroom, I 
couldn't stop myself from staring at her immense breasts.
"Oh my God!"  I thought.  They were absolutely huge!  And her 
nipples . . ."
Then I got a good look at her face.  It had changed . . . somehow 
becoming more . . . erotic.  Even her hair had become longer . . . 
fuller.
"I don't understand it"  I said to myself.  "I thought we weren't 
going to change her looks . . . Mike! . . . Mike must have done 
something!"
Actually, after thinking about it . . . I thought the physical changes 
were kind of humorous . . . and besides . . . everyone still seemed to 
see her as Carol, just a different version of her.
"Oh well . . . since everything else seems to have worked just as 
planned . . . I won't be too hard on him."

Just then, Carol emerged from the bathroom.  I couldn't help but 
say something.
"So . . . ugh . . . Carol.  You . . . ugh . . . seem to look a little 
different today . . . have you noticed anything?"
She giggled girlishly and said "No . . . why?"
But I could tell . . . I could tell that she knew exactly what I'd 
meant.  I could see it in her eyes . . . but she couldn't say a word.
"How perfect!"  I said in glee.  "Isn't this just great Carol?  Look 
at you . . . you're everything you despise.  And you know what?  I 
did this to you!  You see . . . Mike and I found this little magic 
scroll . . . and after a little hocus-pocus . . . voila!  Miss 
Conservative becomes . . . well . . . just look in the mirror . . . a 
hooker!!  Don't you just love it?!"
I could see that she was desperately trying to respond to me.  But 
as hard as she tried, she couldn't.

Snickering, I picked up the phone and dialed Mike.
"Come on . . . answer . . . answer"  I muttered.
"Hello".
"Mike . . . its Susan . . ."
"Hey . . . what's up?"
"Mike . . . you're never going to believe this!  It worked . . . the 
damn thing actually worked!!"
Carol looked on with a silly smile on her face as she heard me 
talking to Mike.
"What?  The scroll?"  Mike asked.
"Yeah, the scroll.  What else would I be talking about!"
"Are you pulling my leg Susan?"
"No.  Honest . . . I swear.  Come over and see for yourself."
"Is she there?" Mike asked.
"Yeah.  She's standing right here!  And smiling at me as I talk to 
you to boot!"
"Alright.  I'll be there soon."
"Cool.  See ya in a bit.  Bye."
"Bye"

After we hung up, I turned to Carol and said, "Well dear . . . I'm 
going to go and wait downstairs for Mike.  , O.K.?  I'll see you in a 
bit . . . enjoy!"
I turned and walked out the door, closing it behind me.  Just after it 
shut, I once more heard Carol's voice.  She broke down in tears . . . 
cursing my name.
"Serves her right" I thought as I continued down the stairs.  "I 
hope she's miserable!"

After what seemed like forever, Mike arrived.  I hopped in his car 
and gave him a huge kiss.
"It worked Mike!  It worked!"
"Come on . . . take me upstairs.  I've got to see this for myself!"
"Oh . . . and Mike?"
"Yeah?"
I thought we weren't going to make any physical changes?" I said 
sarcastically.
"Well . . ugh . . . what do you mean?"
"I mean she looks like . . . some kind of Playboy Bunny on 
steroids!  And it sure wasn't my doing!"
"Well . . . I couldn't help it Susan.  When we were sitting there 
visualizing what we wanted to happen to her, I just kept getting 
erotic images in my mind.  I am a guy you know!!"
"I know!  I know!"  I laughed.  "It's O.K.  I'm just giving you a 
hard time.  Actually, I think your `improvements' worked out just 
fine.  Wait till you get a load of her . . . you're not going to believe 
it!"

Back up in the room, Mike was dumbfounded.
"Oh God.  Carol . . . is that you?"  he asked.
She just gave him a dizzy giggle and smiled.
"Wow Susan . . . we really did a number on her didn't we?"
"Absolutely . . . and because we did such a fine job, I think we 
should go out and celebrate. Don't you?"
"Absolutely.  Let's go out . . . get some lunch.  I'm starved."
We both left the room snickering and headed back down to Mike 
car.

Over lunch, Mike and I laughed and had great fun at Carol's 
expense.  Neither one of us could believe it . . . but that magic stuff 
actually worked.
"You know something Mike?" I said.  "We really should thank that 
old man who sold us the scroll.  We never could have done it if it 
weren't for him."
"You know . . . that's a great idea.  Why don't we stop by the mall 
and pay him a visit on our way back.  The mall's open on Sunday, 
isn't it?"
"I think so.  Let's do it."


Chapter 6

About an hour later, we pulled into the mall's parking lot.  Sure 
enough, they were open.  We strolled inside and made our way to 
the Spells R Us shop.
"Great . . . It's open," I said.
As we walked inside, the old man immediately recognized us and 
made his way out from behind the counter.
"Well, well" he said.  "It's nice to see you both again.  Did you 
have any luck with your scroll?"
"We sure did," I said enthusiastically.  "It worked like a charm.  
We both just wanted to stop by and say thank you.  I mean . . . 
without your help . . ."
"Oh please."  The old man interrupted.  "Think nothing of it . . . 
really.  So what, if I may ask, did you do to her?  Turn her into that 
frog you were talking about?"  he laughed.
"Oh no . . . let's just say we gave her a new view on life!"  Mike 
said.
A smile came to the old man's face . . . knowing full well what had 
REALLY happened.
"Well I'm glad you're satisfied.  After all, we do aim please" the 
old man said.
"Well . . . thanks again," I said as we waved and started to head 
out the door.
"Sure . . . come back soon if you ever need any more help.  
Goodbye."
"Goodbye"

With the final pleasantries out of the way, the old man turned and 
made his way over to a dusty, huge book sitting on a creaky 
wooden pedestal.
"Now let me see . . . what was that scripture at the bottom of the 
scroll I sold them?"
After thinking for a couple of minutes, it came to him.
"Ah yes . . . that's it.  Epistle to the Son of the Wolf, 30"
He immediately started leafing through the book.
"Here we are.  Here we are."  He said as he adjusted his bifocals 
and squinted to read the small text.

Epistle to the Son of the Wolf, 30
"And if thine eyes be turned towards justice, choose thou for thy 
neighbour that which thou choosest for thyself."

A smirk came to the old man's face,
"Well . . . I sure hope they took my advice and read the fine print!"  
he said sarcastically as he slammed the immense book shut.

Meanwhile . . . out in the mall:

"Hey Susan . . . I need to duck into the men's room for a minute.  
I'll be right back."
"Sure.  Go ahead.  I'll wait right here."
Mike turned and headed towards the men's room, but just as his 
hand raised to push open the door.  He froze.  A compelling force 
took over his body as he did a 180-degree turn and headed toward 
the women's room.  He tried to stop; he tried to turn his head 
toward me and say something . . . but was unable.  His mind began 
to panic as he pushed the door open and casually entered.  He made 
his way past several women who didn't even give him a second 
look.  As he passed the mirror, he gave his reflection a quick 
glance.  He still looked like himself . . . 
"Why aren't these women screaming at me to get the hell out of 
here?!  Don't they see I'm a guy?"
He continued on to an open stall.  Once inside, he turned his back 
toward the toilet and pulled down his pants.  Like a woman, he 
uncontrollably squatted and began to urinate.  As the new sensation 
swept through his body, he looked down in horror to see what had 
caused it.  A huge void between his legs stared back at him.  All at 
once his mind began to race and panic.  As if he had done it his 
entire life, he uncontrollably reached over, grabbed a small wad of 
toilet paper, and gently wiped where he had never wiped before.  
As he reached down to pull up his boxer shorts, he instead grabbed 
a skimpy pair of satin and lace bikini panties.  The cool fabric felt 
so strange as it molded tightly around his newly widened ass and 
impossibly smooth (almost hairless) vagina.  He then reached down 
and grabbed his blue jeans.  As he pulled them up, they felt so tight 
. . . so small.  But somehow, his body managed to shoehorn itself 
into them.  As he began to pull up the zipper, he felt his body 
rearrange itself to fill the foreign shape.  He had never had jeans on 
that were this tight.  Every inch of them seemed to be pressed 
tightly against his body.  As he looked down, the seam between his 
legs dug deeply into his crotch, causing his womanhood to be 
noticeably parted to each side.

Once finished, he opened the stall door and went over to the sink to 
wash his hands.  An attractive young woman stood at the sink next 
to him fixing her hair.  She gave him a quick smile in the mirror 
and continued going about primping.  As Mike was drying his 
hands, he felt compelled to complement her on her outfit.  He then 
went on to ask where she had found it since he'd been trying to find 
something similar for quite some time.  She turned towards him 
and gladly gave him the information.  As they continued to chat for 
a few moments, Mike's torso started to feel strange.  His mind tried 
to make his body cry out, but he couldn't.  Right in front of the 
young girl's eyes, Mike felt the rest of his body shrink.  Hair 
flowed around his face and down his back.  The woman continued 
to talk to him, acting oblivious to the changes.  Mike as well, 
carried on his part of their meaningless conversation.
"And those shoes . . ." he said.  "They're absolutely darling."
Just then, he felt a pain in his chest.  As he glanced in the mirror, 
he saw that his nipples had already enlarged beneath his skin-tight 
tee shirt.  Soon, his chest began to swell.  The woman talking to 
him continued to act as though nothing was out of the ordinary.  
Within seconds, Mike's breasts were enormous.  He continued to 
act as though nothing were happening to him.  His voice changing 
octaves as he spoke.  Soon enough their conversation was over.  As 
the last woman left the restroom, Mike regained control of his 
body.  He quickly grabbed his breasts in disbelief.
"Oh my God!  Noooo!!"
He looked in the mirror and saw a blonde bimbo staring back at 
him.  He grabbed his face in shock.  As his eyes traveled back to 
his chest, his petite hands pulled up his tee shirt to expose the 
largest, firmest breast he's ever seen.  The pouting nipples were 
swollen with areolas the size of half-dollars.  Just then the door 
swung open and another young lady entered.  Mike's body 
suddenly took over his actions again as he quickly pulled down his 
shirt and began to primp his hair.  He made eye contact and smiled 
at the young woman as he turned and walked out of the restroom.

Once outside, he saw me.  I too had changed into a curvaceous 
beauty.  Both of us stared at each other . . . knowing what had 
happened . . . but were unable to utter a single word to each other 
about it.
Instead I said.  "You know Michelle, do you mind if we make a 
quick stop at the lingerie store?  I really need to get some new 
bras."
"That's a great idea," he said excitedly.  "I've been meaning to get 
some new ones myself."

We were both quite a spectacle as we walked hand-in-hand back 
down the mall.  Every guy turned his head and stared at our bra-
less, jiggling breasts.  We both helplessly smiled in return, trying to 
fight off urges to jump their bones right then and there.  We were 
both getting horny as hell, and probably wouldn't be able to hold 
out much longer.  Michelle experienced a new sensation as she 
continued to check out all of the cute guys . . . she felt her 
underwear become sopping wet.

As we passed the Spells R Us store, the old man was standing in 
the entryway.
"Good to see you girls again.  Come back soon if you need 
anything else."
In his hands he was carrying a scroll.  He gave us both a wink as 
he glanced down at it.  He turned and stammered back into the 
store, muttering under his breath . . . "I just do so love helping 
young people get what they deserve."

The End