Dennis saw Missy, the woman he'd just bedded, sitting on the end of the bed watching a rerun of Cheers. He glanced around the room and finally saw the Medallion of Zulo lying on the nightstand, which he'd torn off in the heat of passion.
"Morning sweetie," said Missy, who was wrapped in Riley's work-shirt. "I promise I'll wash the shirt before you go. You have a few hours, though, right? Your wife, she still thinks your away on business?"
"Uh," Dennis had to think. He'd become so wrapped up in a web of lies, he couldn't remember. "Yeah." He grabbed at the Medallion of Zulo, but she noticed it first and snatched it.
"What's this?" she asked. He couldn't think of an answer. "Is it a gift for me?"
Dennis didn't know what to say, but he blurted out, "Not really."
She tried it on anyway, and Dennis cringed as it rubbed against Riley's shirt. "Ah," Missy felt a shock. Suddenly, she clutched her sides. Her voluptuous breasts began to shrivel, flatten and harden into Riley's pects, sprouting a mane of hair.
"What's hap-PEN-nig?" her voice creaked down an octave. Her hips, chest and shoulders all conformed to Riley's shirt. Her blonde hair sank back into her head and became Riley's black crew cut. She cratched her face as her features became more masculine, and she grew stubble. Then she doubled over in pain as something - something big - emerged downstairs. Her legs became muscular and hairy. Missy, who now looked like Riley's twin, collapsed in pain.
"What happened?" his voice cracked.
The other fake Riley bent down and pulled the medallion from around his neck. "Well Missy, you've just undergone a magical transformation. Don't worry, It's done, now." He then lied, "and it'll only last 12 hours anyway."
He continued, "but nobody would understand two Rileys, not to mention the real one, who's on a plane home by now. I really hoped it wouldn't come to this, but..."
Dennis placed the medallion around his neck. He then took Missy's bra, which she had slung over a chair in the corner, and touched it to the medallion.
The change was disorienting at first, as he shrunk in places and grew in others, but he was more prepared than she had been, and didn't recoil in pain so much when his organs replaced themselves. He had never used it in this way before - though in all his research he'd heard of many sexual deviant couples using it for their pleasure. His chest swelled, his hair grew and became flaxen blonde, and his facial features became pert and cute. The real Missy looked on, dumbstruck and nearly catatonic from her change into Riley. Impatiently, Dennis paced around the room, waiting for his boobs to finish growing so he could get dressed and leave.
Finally, after 40 minutes had passed, hs felt his transformation into Missy was complete. Hastily, he dressed, not wanting to savor the sensation of slipping on panties, nylons, a skirt, a bra, and that damn blouse with the buttons on the wrong side. Dennis McLaughlin was now Missy. She grabbed the old Missy's ID - he was currently passed out, exhausted from her own transformation into manhood - packed up his camera and tape recorder, and hit the road while the sun was still rising.
Driving her car down the road, Dennis decided two things: she was hungry and she needed to shower.
