I reached into my pocket for the rock, wondering what havoc Mike would cause with it but incapable of standing up to his abuse. As I put my hand on it, a sudden thought came to me. Before Mike could react, I muttered under my breath "I wish you were a weak and docile girl."
I felt the wave of power assocated with the stone's working it mojo, and when I looked up a smile crossed my face. Where Mike had been was now a reasonably attractive girl about my age. She had a look of horror on her face as she looked at her feminine hands before quickly glancing down at her modest but very female bosum.
"What . . . what have you done to me?" she wailed, stopping as she realized just how feminine her voice sounded.
"Much less than you deserved, you creep. Now sit down on the bed while I think things over."
Though her eyes showed she wanted to do no such thing, the girl dociley complied with my command. Now, how to make sure nobody questioned my cousin Mike becoming my cousine Michelle?
