5/30/99
SRU: Tuning Bimbos
by Ellie Dauber
copyright 1999

"Man," Larry Bryce said, "I cannot believe the way Old Lady Reese came  
down on us."

"I know," Bret Sanger said.  "Two weeks' detention for one little  joke."

"Yeah, but it was almost worth it," Rick Quint said.  "The way she  screamed 
and everybody scattered when the mice jumped out of her drawer.  Hell, half 
the guys  in the class screamed."

The three laughed, remembering what had happened when their teacher  
opened a desk drawer and a dozen white mice, liberated from the biology lab, 
scattered  through the room.  They'd gone directly from their senior English 
class to the Principal's Office to  detention.

Now, at 5 PM, they were "liberated", but they knew that they'd be  spending 
two hours after school in detention for the next ten days.  In no hurry to get 
home,  they all piled in Bret's car and headed to the local mall.  It would be 
crowded with kids to share in  their triumph.

*****

Unfortunately, the first kid they met was Lisa Harrison.  Lisa was a  perky 
blonde whose good looks and cheery personality made her among the more 
popular kids in  the Senior Class.  She'd also been in the front row in their 
English class.

"That was not funny, boys," she said, glaring at them hands on her  hips.  
"You really scared us."

"Hey," Bret said.  "It was funny.  I mean, watching everybody jumping  up 
on their chairs."  He smiled, remembering the sight of the girls on their 
chairs, many of  them --- including Lisa - with their skirts pulled up high to 
keep the mice away.   All those great  legs in display for him to enjoy.

Lisa saw him staring down at her legs and realized what he was  thinking.  
"You bastard," she said.  She slapped his face and stormed off.  "You three 
should have  been kicked out of school."

"Whoo, man," Rick said.  "I guess she showed you."  He laughed,  running 
his fingers through his close-cropped sandy brown hair.

"Some women got no sense of humor," Bret said.

"Yeah," Larry said.  "She sounds just like Old Lady Reese."  They all  
laughed at that and headed into the mall.

A few kids waved at them, and one or two actually came over to  congratulate 
them or express sympathy at what they thought was a harsh punishment.  But 
many shied  away.   There were a lot of kids who had friends in that class 
and resented what had  happened. 

Also, Ms. Reese was a popular teacher.  She'd come to the school six  years 
before, right out of college.  She was an attractive brunette, although she 
played down her  appearance.  She'd started an afterschool poetry club and 
taken over directing the annual play.   This year, at her insistence, the 
students had gotten to vote on what play they wanted to do, and  she'd 
defended their choice, STREETCAR NAMED DESIRE, when the school 
board had tried to change it.   She had won, and the play was now in final 
rehearsal.

The three pranksters were in one of the less crowded part of the mall.   "Kids 
got no sense of humor," Larry said.  He took a sip from his coke.

"You know it," Bret said.  "You'd think they'd be grateful for our  livening 
up that English class."

"Damn straight," Rick said.  "And girls like Lisa are so damn stuck  up.  She 
got mad at us for nothing.  I never told her to jump up on that desk.  I 
thought she was  cool."

"Yeah," Bret said, "but I got a great view of those legs of hers.   Hell, she 
got her skirts up so high, I think I saw panty."

"Man," Larry said.  "You wouldn't know panty - or pussy - if you ever  saw 
it."

"Seen more of it than you have," Bret said.

"Hey, guys," Rick said.  "Chill.  We don't have that many friends  right 
now.  We got've to stick together."

"You're right," Larry said.  "I'm sorry."  He stuck out his hand.

"Okay," Bret said.  He shook hands with Larry.  "Hey, isn't there a  comics 
store around here?  I want to see if the new X-Men is out."

They looked around.  The comic book store was gone.  In its place was  a 
weird looking shop, a Pier 19 wanna-be with its windows full of brasses, 
funny looking  sculptures, and such.  There was a sign over the door that 
said "Spells 'R Us".

"Hey, what gives," Bret said.  "I was here just last week.  They  didn't say 
anything about moving."

"And how can another store set up so fast," Larry said.

"Duh!,"  Rick said, "'Cause we're in a different part of the mall."

"Oh, yeah," Larry said.  "Well, there's the health food shop and the  Radio 
Shack that have always been by the comics store.  Did they move, too?"

"Only one way to find out," Bret said.  He walked over to the store  and 
walked in.  The other two followed.

The bell over the door clanged as they came in.  The three boys looked  
around.  The store was even stranger than they thought, filled with all sorts 
of junk on the  shelves.  Larry was about to pick up a funny looking little doll 
when a voice called out, "Please  don't touch that, Larry.  I've got enough 
inflatables right now."

They turned in the direction of the voice.  It was an old man, who  looked 
like a skinny Santa in an old blue bathrobe.  "Larry, Bret, Rick, welcome to 
my store.  Let's  go over to the counter where we can talk."  He gestured 
towards the back of the store, then  waited until the boys began walking in 
that direction.  They followed him to the counter and sat  on three stools 
while he walked behind it.

"How'd you know our names,"  Bret said.

"Yeah," Larry said.  "You some kind of magician or something?"  Larry  was 
the Dungeons and Dragons player of the group.

The old man looked at them for a moment.  "Very good, Larry.  You're  not 
as dumb as you look.  Though, I  must say that the idea with the mice wasn't 
the smartest  thing that the three of you could have done."

"How'd you know about that?" Rick said.

The old man pointed at a sign on the wall behind the counter.  It read  
"Because I'm a wizard.  Now stop asking dumb questions and tell me what 
you want."

"Right," Bret said.  "Okay, if you're a wizard, what can you do to  help us 
get back at Old Lady Reese for getting us stuck in detention for two weeks?"

"Yeah," Bret said.  "And at Lisa and her friends for giving us such a  hard 
time."

"I think I have what you boys need."  The wizard reached down behind  the 
counter, felt around for a few moments and pulled out what looked like a TV 
remote control,  except that it was bright pink.  The buttons and the lettering 
on it were a sort of canary  yellow."

"What's this do?" Rick said.

"Call it an attitude adjuster.  Look at the buttons."  They looked.   It had a 
power button and buttons numbered 0-9, like any other remote.  But instead 
of a channel  changer, there were two buttons with arrows pointing left and 
right over the word "BIMBO".

"Bimbo," Bret said.

"Yes," just turn it on and point it at a woman.  You use those two  buttons to 
adjust the, well, call it her level of 'bimbo-osity'.  With this thing, you could 
turn the  easiest, most bedable girl in your school into a prim little nun."

They all smiled, realizing the other possibilities.  "Or turn Old Lady  Reese 
into a really friendly teacher," Larry said.  "How much?"

"Seventy-five dollars, that's only twenty-five dollars each."

The boys checked their wallets.  They had about eighty dollars between  
them, with Larry having the most, and Bret holding only about fifteen 
dollars.  "I'll pay you  back, guys," he said.

"Wait a minute," Rick said.  "How do we know it works."

Just then the bell over the door rang again.  A woman in a UPS uniform  
walked to the back carrying a package.  "Are you, the owner?" she said to the 
wizard.   She was in her twenties, slender, with reddish brown hair done up 
in a bun.

"I am," said the wizard.  He took the package and signed for it.  As  the 
woman turned to leave, he picked up the remote and pointed it at her.  She 
froze in her tracks.   He pushed one of the arrow buttons.  A pink "18" 
appeared in mid-air over her head.  "Now for a  demonstration."

The wizard pushed the right arrow button.  The number increased: "25",  
"37", "52", "64", "80".  As the number increased, the woman changed.  Her 
slender figure became  more lush, her hips and butt swelling against her now 
skin tight pants.  Her blouse pulled  out of the pants, re-tying itself just below 
her breasts.  Breasts that were growing out from  34-B to 40-D.  Then the 
bottoms of her pants moved quickly up her legs.  They shot past her  knees, 
past the mid-thigh length of a UPS summer uniform to become a pair of 
"Daisy Duke" shorts  that clung tightly to her crotch.  Her face changed, lips 
becoming fuller, eyes bigger.  Her  hair undid itself from the bun and grew 
bright red, becoming longer and thicker as it cascaded  down her back, 
stopping just above her narrower waist.

The wizard took his finger off the button.  The woman turned and saw  the 
three boys staring at her.  "Like what you see, boys," she said in a voice that 
was now a  high soprano.  She stepped over to Rick, the tallest of the three, 
and put her arms up around his  neck.  Then she pulled his head to hers and 
kissed him.  As she did, she pressed herself against  his and ground her hips 
against his loins.

After a minute, far too short a time as far as Rick was concerned, she  broke 
free.  "Well that was fun," she said with a sexy giggle.  "But I've got stuff  to 
deliver.   Later, boys!"  She continued walking towards the door, her ass 
swaying invitingly.  Her shorts were  cut so close that the boys could see the 
bottom of the curve of her ass at the bottom.

Just as she got to the door, the wizard hit the button again.  She  froze.  The 
number appeared above her head, and the wizard stepped it back down to 
"25".  Her body  and clothing changed back to what they had been when she 
first came into the store.  She  left the store apparently unaware of anything 
that had happened.

"I thought '18' was a bit low for an attractive woman in her 20s.   Besides, 
Milly there could use just a little loosening up.  She's been wanting to shake 
off a little  bit of her prim upbringing anyway.  So boys, are you interested?"

The boys quickly put the cash on the counter.

"Now before I give you this, I want to tell you a little about how it  works.  
The effect normally wears off after eight hours, but it can be repeated as often 
as you  want.  You can only use it on one person at a time, but you can use it 
on one person after another.   Don't use it on too many at one time or the 
spell - and the device itself -- become weaker.  The  tuner converts basic 
magic energy to the 'bimbo' magic and stores it, so you have to be careful  
how you use it.  And be careful how high you try to set the number." 

"Yeah, yeah, yeah.  Be careful.  Don't use it too much."  Bret said.   
"C'mon, old man.  We paid for that thing.  Give it to us."

"Yes, you did," the wizard said.  "Take it and go.  I'd say use it  wisely, but 
I don't think I need to worry about that that."  He handed Bret the tuner.

The boys laughed and left the store.  Rick looked back as they walked  away.  
The comic book store was back as if it had always been there.

*****

They headed back towards the entrance they'd come into the mall.  Lisa  was 
standing near the exit talking to a couple of her friends.  She saw the boys 
and  scowled.  Bret pulled the tuner from his pocket and pointed it at her.  
Everyone around seemed to stop,  like a trick TV effect.  The number "35" 
appeared over Lisa's head.

Bret pushed the right arrow button.  The number increased in jumps:  "48", 
"56", "67", "81", "88", "92".  Finally, "00".  As the number increased, 
Lisa's already  attractive figure became even more curved.  He dress inched 
higher up her legs as her flats grew  three-inch heels.  The dress finally 
stopped just below her now wider hips.  Garters could be seen  holding the 
patterned stockings her panty hose had become.  Her blouse became a 
spandex top  that barely contained her now 38-DD breasts.  Her short haircut 
was now a halo of golden  curls around her head.

Bret took his finger off the button and put the tuner away.  Lisa's  scowl 
became a happy grin.  She left her friends without saying another word and 
walked over to  the boys.  They didn't seem to notice that anything had 
happened to her.  Her body swayed in fluid  movements that made the three 
of them grow stiff before she got to them.

"Hi, boys," Lisa said in a high 'fuck me' voice.  "Where are you  headed?"

"Over to Larry's," Rick said.  "His folks are out of town on business,  and 
we're going to keep him company.  Care to join us."

"Gee," Lisa said.  "Alone in a house with three cute boys.  I don't  know."  
She paused for a second, then smiled.  "Sure, let's go."

She took Rick by the arm.  "Where's your car, Honey?"

The three got into Bret's car.  Bret was driving, while Larry and Rick  got in 
the back with Lisa between them.  Bret started the car and headed out of the 
lot.  He  could see Lisa in the rearview mirror, her hands in both boys' 
crotches, while Larry was kissing her  and Rick had his hand up under her 
bra.  Bret decided to hurry, so as to miss out on as little  of the fun as 
possible.

*****

He was speeding down Pine Street, when he heard the siren.  He looked  in 
the mirror and saw a cop on a motor cycle.  He took a quick look at the dash.  
He was doing  almost 50 in a neighborhood posted at 25.  He slowed and 
pulled over to the curb.   Larry, Lisa, and Rick stopped the backseat orgy and 
tried to pull their clothes back into  place.

Bret pulled his wallet out of his pocket and fished out his license  and 
registration.  This was real trouble.  His Dad had warned him that another 
ticket, and his driving  privileges would be lifted for a month.  He looked in 
the mirror to see if the cop was coming to  the car yet.  The officer took off 
his - no, her  -- helmet and started walking to the car.   Bret smiled and 
reached for the tuner.

He waited till the cop came over to the car and leaned in to talk to  him.  
Before she could react, he pointed the tuner at her.  She froze and he could 
see the number  "22" appear over he head.  He pressed down hard on the 
button.  The number shot up: "30", "44",  "61", "79", "91".  "00."

The uniform was still regulation, but it was a lot tighter on her lush  body.  
Wide hips and butt pushed against tight pants.  Her hair had been tied in a 
short  ponytail.  Now it hung from in thick brown curls that went halfway 
down her back.  The top two buttons of  the blouse were undone to reveal the 
tops of two creamy 40-DD breasts.   Her complexion was  perfect, peaches 
and cream.  She smiled, parting two thick lips, "Now where are you bad 
boys going  in such a hurry."  Her voice was a throaty half purr.

"We're having a party at Larry's," Lisa giggled from the back seat.   "Just the 
four of us."

The cop smiled.  "Not anymore.  She walked around, hips swaying, and  got 
in beside Bret.  She leaned over and kissed him.  "I think you need adult 
supervision.   Drive, lover."

Bret looked at his watch.  It was 6:30 by now.  They were rehearsing  that 
dumb play over at the school tonight.  Ms. Reese was sure to be there early.  
"One more  stop," he said and drove towards the school.

*****

As he got near the school, Bret could see that the lights were on in  the 
auditorium.  He pulled up and parked by the main entrance.  Then he turned 
to the cop.  "Officer  Korvach," he began.

"You can call me Peggy, Honey."  She leaned over and kissed him again.   
He felt her hand on his crotch.

"Okay, umm, Peggy.  Would you do me a big favor?  Go into the school  
and bring out a teacher, Ms. Reese.  She should be in the auditorium."

"Do I have to," Peggy asked.  "Her finger traced the length of his  erection 
through his pants.  "I'd rather stay here with you."

"Don't you want to be fair?" Bret said.  "She wants to come to the  party, 
too.  But she has to work.  So go in and look official.  That's the only way 
she can sneak  out.  You bring her back and we all go party."

"Okay," Peggy said.  She took his head in her hands and kissed him.   Hard.  
When he opened his mouth in surprise, Bret felt her tongue dart in.  It felt 
like a  really sexy anteater was checking his tonsils.  She broke the kiss and 
smiled at him.  "That was so you'll  miss me."

She got out of the car and walked into the building, her hips swaying.   Bret 
noticed that her walk became more stiff and military as she walked.  Just 
before she went  in, she turned back and blew Bret a kiss.

Bret waited watching her through the window.  He could hear noises  from 
the back seat: Lisa giggling and one or both of the boys groaning and 
breathing hard.   Then he saw the cop - Peggy - walking out of the school 
with Old Lady Reese.  As they got near the  car, Ms. Reese got a look at who 
was driving.  "Is this some sort of joke?"  Ms. Reese said.  "If  it is, you'd 
better get ready to spend the rest of the year in deten--"

She froze as Bret hit the button.  There was a number "31" over her  head.  
Bret smiled.  He'd had a hunch that she might have a higher number.  Now 
that number rose  rapidly.  "39", "52", "67", "81", "93".  "00".

Ms. Reese had been wearing a loose fitting skirt that hung down to her  
knees.  Now it tightened as it crept up her legs.  By the time it stopped, just 
below her hips,  it looked like it was painted on.  Her flat sandals changed to 
a pair of spiked heels that rose two,  three, four inches above the ground as 
her legs grew more supple and shapely.  Her blouse changed  from a pale 
green cotton to sheer nylon see through.  Her bra was now visible, a wisp of 
black  lace that strained as her breasts grew from 38-B to 42-DD.  The 
neckline lowered to just above  the top of the bra.  Her short bbrown hair 
changed into a mass of auburn curls that now reached  down to the middle of 
her back.  Her lip thickened and darkened, a pink gloss changing to a  deep 
red.  She had dark eye shadow on now and mascara.  Her short nails 
lengthen and a polish the  color of the lipstick she now wore.

Bert clicked off the tuner.  Ms. Reese smiled at the boys in the car.   "Hey, 
stud," she said.  "I hear you're having a party."  Her voice, formerly a well-
modulated alto,  was now a high, little girl soprano that seemed to connect 
directly to Bret's penis.

Larry opened the back door.  "Get in, Ms. Reese, and we'll head to my  place 
for the party."

She climbed in quickly and kissed him.  "My name's Catherine, silly.   But 
you can call me 'Kitty.'  You know, just a snuggly little pussy cat."

Peggy got in the front next to Bret.  "Thanks, Peggy," he said.

"My pleasure, lover."  She reached over and kissed him again.  "But  the 
feeling will be _very_ mutual  when we get to Larry's house." 

That was all the encouragement Bret needed.  He could hear giggling  from 
the back seat as he sped to Larry's.  Peggy had her hand at his crotch the 
entire drive,  so he kept the car at just below the legal limit.  (The next cop 
might be a guy.)  He pulled up into  the driveway and parked.  When he 
opened the door to get out, he could see Larry and Rick  adjusting their pants.  
Lisa and Kitty just giggled and got out.  Both their blouses were unbuttoned,  
and Kitty was holding her bra in her hands.  Larry opened the door, and the 
group went inside.

Larry turned on the lights and walked over to a CD stereo set-up in  the 
corner.  He put in a CD and turned it on.  Low, sensual jazz trumpet soon 
filled the room.    Rick went over to the liquor cabinet and brought back a 
scotch for himself and one for each of his  male friends.

The three girls talked for a minute.  "Now you boys just sit down over  
there," Kitty said with a lascivious grin, "and we'll show you a little 
something that you might  like."

The boys sat on the couch.  The girls stood in a circle in front of  they.  They 
swayed to the music, caressing their bodies and moving their hips in the same 
slow  rhythm.  Then, slowly, they began to unbotton their blouses.  They 
dropped them to the floor.   Lisa and Peggy reached behind their backs to 
unhook their bras.  Kitty already had hers off  and she held it in front of her 
face like a veil, peeking over the top and licking her lips.

The boys gulped at their drinks, finishing them almost at the same  time.  
While the other girls danced, Lisa brought the bottle over from the liquor 
cabinet.  She  poured each of them a second drink, taking a little for herself.  
As she leaned over to pour, each  boy got a close look at her perfect breasts.  
Bret reached up and tweaked at the nipple.  She only  smiled and left the 
bottle on the floor next to him.

The other girls had gotten their bras off by now.  They mimicked Kitty  for a 
moment, teasing the boys, then all three tossed the bras to the nearest boy.  
Kitty and  Lisa unbuttoned their skirts and let them fall to the floor.  Peggy 
undid her uniform pants and pulled  them down slowly over her hips.  When 
she had them down to mid-thigh, she dropped them and  wriggled out of 
them.  All three girls stepped out of the piles of clothing.  They danced for the  
boys wearing only panties, stockings and heels.

Rick leaned forward, grabbing for Lisa.  She jumped back out of his  reach 
and smiled.  "No, we want to dance a little first."    "Hey, man," Rick said, 
slurring his words slightly.  "Use that thing  on 'em again.  Make the girls so 
horny that they want to stop dancing and just fuck our brains out."

Bret remembered the wizard's warning, but he was too horny and too  drunk 
to care.  He pulled the tuner out of his pocket and pointed it at the girls.  They  
continued dancing as lights seemed to flash around them, switching back and 
forth between half-naked bimbos  and their normal forms.  Bret clicked and 
clicked at the switch.  Suddenly there was a bright  light.  The three girls 
assumed their normal forms.  The numbers appeared over their heads,  
shrinking back to the original values.  The girls smiled and slowly faded 
away.

*****

The three boys jumped up.  "What the hell happened," Larry asked.

"Damned if I know," Bret said.  "The wizard warned us about overusing  that 
thing.  I guess I did, and it changed the three of them back."

"You think they'll remember what happened?" Rick said.

"I don't know.  But even if they do, what can they do about it?" Bret  looked 
down at the tuner that was still in his hand.  "I guess I'd better put this thing 
away.   We'll take it back to the wizard tomorrow.  Maybe he can explain 
what happened."

Bret felt the tuner suddenly begin to vibrate in his hand.  There was  a 
sudden, final flash of light, and it faded away just as the three girls had.

Bret looked up at his two friends trying to figure out what happened.   
Neither was moving.  He saw number slowly form in the air over their 
heads.  He looked up,  there was a number over his head, too.  In all three 
cases, the number was low, "01".  But he  could see the number rise quickly: 
"16", "29", "42", "60", finally stopping at "75" for each of  them..

Larry and Rick both shrank several inches.  Then their clothes shrank  to fit, 
only not too well, as hips and breasts swelled beneath them.  Their fingers 
became more  slender as their nails grew out.  Their hair became longer 
growing out over their ears and down  past their necks.  Their faces shifted, 
jaws narrowing, cheekbones becoming higher.  Their thick  bushy eyebrows 
narrowed to thin trimmed lines even as their lips swelled becoming full and 
pouty.

Bret looked down.  He had only to see his own breasts swell out  beneath his 
T-shirt to know that what he saw was happening to him as well.  He felt the 
familiar warmth  of a growing erection, then the feeling slowly changed to a 
moist softening, a feeling of  emptiness between his legs.  He knew that he 
and his two friends were now female.

The changes continued.  An invisible artist was putting make-up on  their 
faces.  Bret tasted something sweet as his own lips darkened.  He could feel 
something,  mascara, he guessed, forming on his lashes.

Larry's shirt and jeans seemed to fuse into a single light blue  garment.  The 
sleeves faded away as the pants legs fused and crept up his legs, stopping at 
mid-thigh  as a tight mini-skirt.  His sneakers became a pair of low heels as 
his sock rose up his legs,  changing to sheer hose.

Rick's pants crept up his legs becoming a pair of shorts that were  tight 
against his crotch.  He suddenly was wearing hose as well.   His Babylon 
Nine T-shirt changed  into a lycra blouse cut low enough that a bit of the lace 
from his bra could be seen.

Bret felt a pinch at his ears.  Then something was hanging down from  them, 
earrings he guessed.  He felt himself being raised several inches as his shoes 
got some sort  of heels.  There was a feeling of something creeping up his 
legs.  He felt something slide  down from just below his waist and pull the 
sheer material tight.  Stocking and garter belt, he  said to himself.  There was 
a weight at his wrist, and he looked down to see a pair of thin gold  bracelets 
seem to grow out from his flesh.  He caught a whiff of perfume.

Bret was afraid to look down at his new body.  He looked over at his  friends 
again.   Where two boys had stood just moments before, there were two 
gorgeous girls.   The numbers over their heads bumped up to "83" as they 
began to move.  As Larry and Rick  looked down at their new bodies trying 
to understand what had happened, the numbers faded to  nothingness.

"What the hell happened to us," Rick said.  He started at the sound of  his 
sexy new, little girl voice.

"More important," Larry said.  "How the hell do we change back."

Bret started to answer.  Then the room began to spin.  He felt himself  fall 
back onto the couch as everything got dark.

*****

"Bren, wake up!"

Brenda Sanger opened her eyes.  Her two best friends, Lori Bryce and  Rikki 
Quint were staring down at her.

"Are you okay," Lori asked.

"I guess, so."  She looked down at the scotch bottle on the floor.  "I  guess I 
had a little too much to drink."

"You scared us for a minute," Rikki said.

"I'm sorry," Brenda said.  Her brow furrowed in thought, something she  
didn't do very often.  "Gee, I don't even remember what we were doing 
when I fainted."

Rikki giggled.  "Gosh, you really had too much to drink.  We were  dancing, 
remember?"

"Not exactly," Brenda said, trying to remember.  She vaguely  remembered 
people dancing, but it wasn't her two friends.  It was somebody else.  She 
was watching, and  she -- oh, this is ridiculous -- she remembered being a 
boy and watching girls dance.   The thought  faded almost immediately.

"Well, we weren't dancing exactly," Lori said.  "Listen to the music.   We 
were trying to do exotic dancing.  You know, turn the boy on with a slow 
strip, like they do in  the movies."

"Yeah," Rikki said.  "Something new to do with our guys this weekend."

Brenda felt her nipples begin to tingle at the thought.  She felt a  looseness in 
her groin.  Would she really have to wait until the weekend to satisfy the 
hunger she  was beginning to feel.  No, she looked at her two friends.  They 
needed something as much as she did,  and a little girl-girl action was always 
nice.

A small clock on the mantle chimed.  10:30.  Lori shut off her  father's CD 
player.  "Let's take this upstairs," she said with a smile.  "We can have some 
fun and still get  a good night sleep before school tomorrow."

The wizard smiled as he watched them head upstairs, all three giggling  in 
anticipation.

"I knew that I could trust you boys to mis-use the device," he said.   "You 
got your wishes.  You had a chance to play with Lisa and Ms. Reese.  Peggy 
Korvach was just  an added bonus.  Still, nothing serious happened, and they 
have no memories of any of it in  this new reality.  Nor is there any memory 
of detention, since you're too busy thinking about  boys and having fun with 
them to ever think of any sort of prank."

He used the tuner to shut off his crystal ball.  "All in all, a good  day," he 
said as he turned off the lights and teleported to his own bedchambers.  It 
was late, and he  could watch the three girls just as well from there.

The End

Copyright Ellie Dauber, 1999 This story can be copied to any FREE site.