Spindizzy's tales of transformation

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  Megan Marx & Liz Jordan "But why?" Brad asked too confused by his sudden transformation to be angry right away "You tell me you've found a phone app to reprogram reality, and to prove it you decide to change us into aa pair of bimbos instead of, I don't know, basketball players or something?" "Well, duh!" Helena, as Gary now insisted on being called, giggled, her obvious enthusiasm bubbling out, "Obviously I had to turn us into girls. That's what all guys dream about, right? Take a break from all that itchy nasty body hair and ugly big muscles. We get to smell nice and dress up pretty, I bet we'll have so much fun! Come on, we had to at least try it out." "Helena," Brad said, pausing while a radiant smile spread across his friend's face at his use of her chosen name before continuing as carefully and calmly as he could manage, "I need you to listen to me. Guys.  Do not.  Wish.  To be.  Girls!" "C...

The dark magic of the Grimoire had tempted Jessica with promises of power and seductive pleasure. It's spells had given the once mild mannered housewife her fantasy body, young once more and more beautiful than she'd ever dreamed of being but, at the same time it had extracted it's price. With each spell cast it corrupted her a little more until her soul was as cruel and twisted as her appearance was lovely. Still, there must have been some spark of kindness left deep within her. How else to explain fact that she'd allowed her useless cuck of a husband to not only to keep living in her house but also to remain human and able to remember their life together? True, she had turned him into a sexy blonde and forced him to service her boy toys when she wasn't using them but at least they were still together.  As Jessica reminded him on the rare occasions he found the nerve to bemoan his feminized fate, he really shouldn't complain. Not unless he wanted to find out wh...

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 Oh you silly thing. You don't need to go searching for a dumb old wizard to make you a real bimbo. Forget about that yellow brick road, just wear these magical ruby heels and repeat after me: There's no taste like cum There's no taste like cum You'll soon see the girl you were looking for was inside you all along

  I could have had anything at all. Money, fame, power! Instead, I lost my temper and wished my slob of a roommate would become my sexy live-in maid. I feel like an idiot wasting my one wish. Except on laundry days when I don't regret it at all