Mikey entered the Orr's master bedroom, walked over to the laundry basket and deposited the clothes he'd been carrying. walking over to the closet he stopped and beheld the nearly nude form of Mrs. Orr who was eyeing him critically from the mirrored doors.
"Oh dear, this isn't how I imagined things would turn out with a magic rock." Mikey said to him/herself.
Mikey continued gazing intently at the figure reflected in front of him. Save for her heels and pantyhose the woman, who possessed blond hair falling over her shoulders, was virtually naked. Still, Mikey had never actually seen a naked lady before in person ...even if he happened to be that person, and he couldn't help fixating on the generous breasts he beheld in front of him.
Now Mikey had seen more than an eyeful of boobies in the last few minutes that would fuel the dreams of many a young man for years to come, and Mrs. Orr's weren't the largest or the firmest he'd beheld just moments ago, but they were still, in the opinion of most breast men, "A nice pair of gazongas." And giving him/herself a sideways and then an over-the-shoulder glance, a nice ass and legs too. Overall a nice package for a thirty-something woman.
Mikey didn't realize it, but he was still behaving very much in character with the real Mrs. Orr, including cupping his/her breasts and rubbing his/her privates. Mikey felt himself becoming aroused but felt the last command of Fred Orr kicking in, that he had to "...get dressed."
Opening the closet Mikey was automatically reaching for a rather conservative blouse and skirt combination when his eyes fell on a shiny golden dress. Noting how pretty it looked he asserted some of his own will and grabbed it instead. It was tight and required a little manipulation of his/her ample bosom to show off his/her figure to the dsired effect but Mikey was definitely pleased with the image of Mrs. Orr he once again beheld.
The display of cleavage was spectacular but the effect of the short tight skirt on the rear was also something to please every legman. Gazing down at the heels something told Mikey that the outfit needed one final touch. Taking the heels off again s/he once again went into the closet and grabbed another pair. Putting the black spiked heels on Mikey once again beheld the vision in the mirror. "Well, if I must look like a woman I may as well look my best." And with that Mikey effortlessly walked down the stairs into the living room where he saw Fred Orr senior looking over his mail and the requisite bills.
Spying what he thought was his wife he quipped "You're trying to get me to take you out tonight aren't you Hon? Well if that's your plan it's working."
Mikey was just mulling over the possibility that he could somehow get the elder Fred Orr to take the rock away from his son and to give it to him/her when two things happened at once. Fred jr. came out of his room, still brandishing the rock, and the real Mrs. Orr opened the front door to see her husband in the company of her twin ...and that twin was wearing her favorite dress too.
The younger Fred once again groaned as something wet, smelly and disgusting once agin hit the fan.
