Dan Jakins was walking through the wall when he came across a new store that was celebrating its grand opening. "Never heard of this SPELLS R US chain." Dan muttered to himself as he stepped inside and found the place looking like some shop in the middle ages. The old fashion furniture and moon and stars curtains separating the front and back was adorable.
"Hello?" Dan asked as he walked over to the desk and hit the little bell. A little midget man with a long white beard that reached the floor walking into the room. His long blue robe with stars and moon design reached his shoes and matched his pointed hat.
"So Dan, you’re the one who no longer believe in magic." The Wizard said with a smile.
"Only fools and little kids believe in magic." Dan snickered. "Is that what this place is... a magic shop?"
"Something like that." The Wizard snickered. "I would appreciate it if you kept you snide remarks to yourself."
"What are you going to do about it?" Dan laughed as he turned around and walked out, not seeing the anger that was on The Wizard face. With a raise of his arm, he cast a spell that brought a bright smile to his bearded face.
Lighting flashed outside the glass doors as the sound of thunder rumbled in the background. Walking, Dan was soaked to the bone from the downpour as he had reached home and headed up to his room to change clothes.
"Honey, you’d better get upstairs and change everything." Dan’s mother ordered as he came into the house. Dan quickly ran upstairs and strip out of his wet clothes, shock when he removed his soaks and found his toe nails painted blue.
"What the...?" Dan stuttered.
"Honey, don’t forget to change your underwear this time." His mom said as his dried boxers where now a pair of silk panties. As much as he tried to fight it, he couldn’t stop himself from pulling them on. It was like he was a robot under someone control. He then went to his sock draw, wanting to cove up his toes.
"Okay, mom." Dan said as he pulled the sock over his feet, put on a pair of brown slacks, and sweater over his T-shirt. He was about to head downstairs when his fear was realized by his mother calling up to him once more.
"And honey, why don’t you clean your room while you’re at it." Her voice sang as Dan looked down to see his painted toes shining through his now nylon encase feet. He flexed his toes a couple of times before getting his shoes on and hiding them.
After Dan finished cleaning his room, he head downstairs before his mother had a chance to call him down to dinner. As he sat down, his mother called to him from his kitchen. He realized he should of talked to his mother first. "Please set the table for me, honey."
Dan immediately felt his once loose fitting pants suddenly fitting snuggly around his rounded, much wider hips. Dan quickly got the table set and sat himself down so that his parents would notice his larger rear end. He only wished it wasn’t his mother so that he could ask her not to use that word anymore without having to explain why.
Moments later, Dan’s father arrived home from work and threw his hat and coat on the nearby rack. "Hi honey, I’m home!" he called out as Dan felt his T-shirt’s atom rearranged itself until it felt like he was wearing a straight jacket. He knew all too well that he now had a bra on under his sweater.
"Honey, please pass the peas." Dan’s dad said as Dan felt himself standing on his tip toes. Pretending to drop his napkin, Dan looked under the table to see he could no longer hid his nylons or painted toes with his now 2 inch open toe heels.
Dan felt a chill run up and down his spine as the dinner continued with his parents calling one another honey as they passed one another different plates of food. Dan could feel the changes in his clothes as his pants became a skirt, his sweater a soft blouse. His hair dropped about his shoulders, and make up felt fused to his face. A ribbon tied in a bow in his hair. His parents seemed unaware of any changes in him.
"Donna Anne," Dan’s mother said with a sweet smile. "Your school called while you were cleaning your room. You forgot your permission slip to the honey farm in two days. You’ll learn all about how honey is made."
"I - I’ll remember to bring it." Donna (Dan) said as she headed up to her room and found it too had changed. With a canopied bed and pink wall paper, she soon slipped into a fresh pair of panties and transparent nightgown to bed.
The next day at school Donna Anne felt the eyes of every boy staring at him with lust. What was worst was when the teacher started talking about the field trip to the honey farm. At the first mention, Donna felt a cramp race across his stomach. Feeling sick, he rushed to the bathroom where another girl stepped out of a stale.
"Did you forget your protection?" Dan’s former girlfriend and now Donna Ann’s best friend asked as she reached into her purse and gave Donna a spare tampon to use. "So eager for the field trip you forgot you where so close to that time of month, huh."
"Something like that." Donna smiled as he remembered the permission slip and headed for the mall as soon as school was over. The Spells R Us store was right where he remembered it in the far corner of the mall.
"So Donna Ann, honey." The Wizard snickered behind his counter as Donna walked in and found the old man waiting for her. As the wizard said that, Donna’s period seemed to stop as the old Dan felt a pot belly return. Donna knew somehow that it wasn’t a man’s pot belly. Feeling the baby now inside of her confirmed the fact she was now pregnant.
"Please, I believe it magic." Donna Ann begged The Wizard. "I believe it you power. Please stop this curse. I can’t take it any more."
"I suppose I made my point and had my fun." The wizard waved his arm and Donna watched her stomach deflate. "You’re not pregnant anymore but you’re remaining female to be reminded of me and the fact that magic is real.
Feeling her bladder full, Donna Ann went into the ladies room. Paper towels were crumbled around a stuff trash can along with wet toilet paper that also hung off the toilet seat covered in dried poo. Reluctantly, Donna pulled her pantyhose down around her ankles, hiked up her skirt and sat down. She only cared about relieving herself and found she could whip herself automatically like a program robot. She knew she had to get use to such things since Donna Ann was there to stay.
THE END
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