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The sensation of warmth on my face woke me up. Sunlight. I was still on the couch, but instead of sitting on it I was stretched along its length, on my back. There was a strange weight on my chest; I found it slightly difficult to breathe. I raised my head slowly only to see Jasmin's head resting a few inches from my chin. Her hair smelled nice. She was still asleep, partially on me. The light from the room-long framed deck window was brighter than hell. "Oh my god!" I said, and sat up further. My house didn't have a framed deck window, and this wasn't the couch I bought a year ago from the guy across the alley. It was much larger. And newer. Jasmin started as she slid off of me, catching herself before she hit the floor, which was now carpeted. What the hell? I looked around as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes. It only took me a second to remember my wish. There was no doubt about it - we were definitely in the beach house from the movie! This room was huge, as were the rooms adjoining it. "Mike, it can't be!" she said. "I don't believe it!" "I don't either, but look at this place! Your wish came true, and then mine!" She groaned. "Dammit if I had known I would have wished for a million dollars instead of a sandwich. I wish I had a million dollars!" she shouted. Of course nothing happened. We started looking around. To my surprise we were still on my old block - only it seemed my house had been replaced by the gigantic beach-front estate from the movie. It was easily four times the size of my old house. It appeared that my neighbors' houses had just been pushed outwards to make room. Next door was still the old doctor, and down the street was the beginning of party hardy central. And in the middle of it all a house straight out of Malibu. With no beach for hundreds of miles. Talk about out of place. READ MORE HERE

'It's the second ring! It's making you enjoy being a bimbo Harry! You've got to take them off, now!!!' she said, but her message fell on deaf ears. Harry had shot off, and was now charging upstairs. 'Harry? What are you doing?' Curious, and worried about her newly feminised boyfriend she chased after him. It turned out he had run into Tina's bedroom, and had already begun dressing herself in a black bra, panties, garter belt and stockings. 'What the hell are you doing!' she yelled. 'I'm making the most of this bod, that's what!' he said back, almost shaking with the enthusiasm he had for getting dressed up. She watching helplessly as he rummaged through her clothes collection finding garments that she had hoped no one would ever find. Her stupidly large heeled pumps that Harry was now eagerly jumping into. Her micro mini skirt, something that she had never dared to wear in public but in which Harry was happily jiggling around. To top it off, he pulled on her tiny crop top that did not leave much to the imagination, especially Harry's ample cleavage and supple navel. 'Wow! I feel great!' 'Harry, you look like a bimbo,' she said, arms folded to demonstrate her disapproval. 'I don't care! I love it! I've never felt so good about myself before! I just want to shout it to the world!' 'You're not going out like that Harry. I'm telling you now, there's no way...' But it was too late: Handbag in hand, the frenzied Harry had already begun tottering down the stairs, running for his car. She only just managed to keep up, climbing into the passenger seat before Harry slammed his high-heeled foot to the floor and they were off to who-knows-where. In virtually no time at all they arrived at a local strip club, much to Tina's mortification. 'You have to be kidding. There's no way I'm going in there.' 'Suit yourself!' Harry squeaked, beaming from ear to ear. 'See you later!' And, with that, jumped out of the car, and marched inside. Even from outside, he heard the crowd inside roar with delight as Harry entered. Cringing, she shook her head as the demise of her boyfriend. She waited a full five minutes before deciding to save Harry from himself. She hopped out of the car and putting on her 'Don't f**k with me!' face marched into the club. She could not believe what she was seeing. Harry, now naked except for his stockings, garter and panties was pole dancing on the stage, much to the pleasure of the crowd who whooped and hollered at him. 'Harry!' she yelled, making fists at the floor, furious. READ MORE HERE

Ethan paced back and forth, dressed only in his boxer shorts, and trying desperately to keep his mind off of what had happened. Of what he'd done. But as much as he tried, Ethan knew that it was an impossible task. It was made even more impossible as thoughts of the most gorgeous woman he'd ever seen continued to slip in through his metal barriers and raise up new fantasies. Even the fact that it was really his own son couldn't stop Ethan from fantasizing, as much as he tried. Sitting down in the recliner, Ethan closed his eyes and gripped the armrests so tightly that his knuckles turned white. He grimaced as he was bombarded by the twin feelings of guilt and desire. Ethan couldn't get the thoughts of her...of that delicious sensual creature, out of his head. 'And God help me,' he thought, 'but I want more!' Slowly Ethan took control of his breathing, and got back up out of the chair. "It won't be much longer before the mall opens," he told himself, "then we can make that wizard turn Bobby back to normal." The thought sent shivers down his spine, though he didn't know if that was good or bad. But still, he knew he had to turn his son back to normal. He just had to. Then, Ethan looked at the door to his bedroom, only to see Sue stepping out, already dressed and ready to go. Now it would be his turn to get dressed. He avoided her eyes, then saw Bobby step out behind her. "Oh, my God!" Ethan whispered, his heart-rate skyrocketing. His mouth dropped open, and he stared at the gorgeous woman in front of him. Though he instantly recognized the clothes as belonging to his sister June, the figure that filled them out was nothing like hers. Nothing at all.
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