Request: Free show
On reflection, it was a mistake to pay the stripper from our joint account. Of course, if I'd known Becky's talk about coming from a family of witches was more than old world legends, I might have done a lot of things differently. I don't think I've ever seen my wife so furious, not even that time I made a pass at her sister, and not even the promise of a new car was going to save me this time. Her eyes flashed with green fire, as dormant magical abilities burst free. My clothes burned away the body underneath, twisting and changing, smooth womanly curves taking the place of my manly form. After it was done, I looked like one of the girls from the club, right down to the tramp stamp tattoo in the small of my back. To be fair to Becky she did try and change me back, once she was done laughing her ass off, but whatever spark of power she had seemed to be used up. In the end, I had to deal with the fact that I was stuck in this body. Now I'm shaking...