The mirror certainly seemed to be getting all of our attention today, but I suppose that was only natural. After all, in the space of a few hours I had been a gorgeous centerfold, Karyn's twin, and a Japanese version of Karyn.
Karyn seemed just as entranced as I was. She stood beside me, her face close to mine and one arm around my narrow waist as she compared the two of us. "This is so cool!" she said. "I think I understand why people write all of those transformation stories now. I mean, seeing myself as a Japanese girl is so kinky!"
"But Karyn," I protested. "You shouldn't use the rock's power like this. You may like this --" I waved a dainty hand at our reflections "-- but I didn't ask for it!"
"Oh yes you did," said Karyn, turning to face me. She grabbed my arm and turned me as well. I was distracted by the sensation of my breasts jiggling frin side to side due to the abrupt turn. "You were going on about how wierd it was that some men might want to be girls. You couldn't understand why it might be fun to try something different, like a gender change. I'm giving you a chance to experience something no other man has, 'Jonni-chan.'" She paused to take a breath and looked up and down my altered form. "And you know the odd thing is that I find that I'm the one enjoying the changes. Hocus Pocus!"
I sighed and looked over my shoulder at the mirror. A Hispanic Karen looked back at me, all smooth tan skin and rich brown hair and huge dark eyes. Karyn ooohed softly and touched my hair, my cheek, and explored the swell of my breast with her fingers. "You are so sexy my little senorita," she murmured in my ear. I felt my body respond to her touch, my nipples hardening and an odd warmth developing below. I shivered, which seemed to encourage her. Karyn cupped one of my heavy breasts in her hand, rubbing gently on the sensitive flesh through my torn shirt. Her hips nestled against mine and I could feel her warmth and softness all around me as she gave me a long, delicate kiss. She looked into my eyes, blue eyes meeting identical dark brown, and I groaned as I realized that she was about to change me again.
As I heard her say "Hocus Pocus" once more, I wondered if I was groaning out of anger or ... was I beginning to enjoy this too?
