Vanessa formerly Pierce shedded the clothes she had been wearing as she entered the dingy apartment/office of Larry Vaughn. Larry was the most corrupt pimp in Lake Pointe, always coming just on the edge of being arrested for in regards to how he treated his girls. In another world where sex work has illegal, he would have been a rich man, but when clientele can go to places that they don’t risk every disease imaginable instead of laying five bucks to fuck a throat coated in strep, Larry was barely staying afloat. “I don’t care what it takes!” Larry yelled into his phone. “If that place is still operating on Monday, I’ll kill you myself!”
Larry forcibly shut the flip phone his meager budget forced him to use, and even without his anger would never have noticed Vanessa entering his studio apartment and rifling through his dirty laundry. Which was also his day clothes. Money was tight. But as soon as Vanessa finished putting on an almost stereotypical heart print boxers and wife bester shirt, Larry left the apartment building in search of a life.
Vanessa shook her head, never seeing her breasts reduce till the became flat, and the stench of the apartment left because laundry was done regularly. In fact, Vane Vaughns looked over at the laundry basker and had vertigo as it warped into a luggage bag. “Whew, gotta lay off the whiskey.” Vane muttered. His phone rang, so Vane opened a drawer at the desk to pull out a high end smartphone. “Vaughn?”
“Hey, it’s Carl. Got Joy’s new flick done if you are ready to go ever it and edit.”
“Sure thing Carl, I’ll be at the office in…” Vane looked over his watch. “A half hour. Just got finish somethings up.” Bane finished dressing himself and left his studio apartment. Yes he was rich and owned the premium porn label in Lake Pointe, the Honey Bear Hive, and a sheer monopoly of brothels in town, but sometimes you just need distance from the rich life.
‘Plus, spots like this make for good location shoots.’ Vane thought to himself as he exited the building, which he also owned, and made his way to the office complex LPP Pictures operated from under his hand. A far step up from needing to lose a room in the shoot house under Carl’s sole management.
Now as for Larry, it seemed the magic liked him about as much as it did the now Ferris David. For the first time ever since the Musical Closets began, a victim tripped getting out of their clothes and ended up diving headfirst into a pile of items deemed too damage to use in a supermarket. Among them was a dog collar that still snapped shut around Larry’s throat, a literal dog tag that was pink that said ‘Princess’ and bent got caught in it’s loops.
Larry scratched and itched at the collar as he instinctively crawled towards a vague sense of home. He bit at his shoulder when he could no longer scratch, raising his butt in the air to more comfortably walk on digitrade legs. He shook his butt as he felt something poking at him, but was soon lost in a wonderful smell! Oh! Mama’s bacon!
Princess ran into the manifesting doggy door of the DeNero house as her fur finished forming. “Hey Princess.” Jennifer knelt down and scratched the Labrabeagle under the chin. The literal bitch wagged her tail in excitement, then perked up. Jennifer sighed, knowing her parents were in no condition to respond to the sudden crying from Jackie’s room. “Yeah, girl, I know. It’s a miracle I turned out like I have. Sometimes I feel I’m Jackie’s mother!”
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On the road to life, you meet many people. Sometimes the road is literally to a life and the people you meet will share it. In this case, Tiffany and Bobbi stopped short of running into each other and as one turned to enter the Madison house. They both went straight for the room belonging to the oldest brother and began dressing in the clothes there. However, this is where a Wish Interaction occurs, as Bobbi Black recalls making a wish to get her current body even if the exact wish is unclear.
Wishes cannot be undone, therefore the clothes put on her body must adjust themselves, not her. So when Bobbi put on boxers, they became frilly panties. A white t-shirt became a snug bra emphasizing her cleavage. Patterned socks became thigh-high nylons. Shorts became tight around her butt as booty shorts. A red shirt stretched and became pink, the sleeves now below the shoulder so her bra straps were showing. And of course a pair of dress shoes became heels.
Bobbi blinked and glanced over at her twin. “Are you done yet? Mom’s making lunch.” Though she didn’t leave and instead tapped her heel against the floor.
Tiffany by contrast was much more straightforward. She put on boxer briefs and became male. Jeans, socks, shoes, and shirt all were very ‘Jon’ like. However, the new Theodore ‘Theo’ Madison was still the raging nymphomaniac that Tiffany had been. As evidence by his half of the room having LPP Production film posters on the wall. “I’m coming, hold your horses.” Theo said as he pushed himself off the one bed in the room.
One bed? Odd, given the wish is fully capable of manifesting items. So why didn’t it give Bobbi a bed? Well, a wish of course. In the first reality, Jon shared the stone with his best friend Karyn Black which gave her large breasts and blonde hair. In the second reality, Zach Madison was not friends with Bobbi Black because she was a bimbo, so she instead overheard him testing the Stone and briefly stole it to get her new body.
So what about this reality? Well, it’s Retcon Flashback Time!
~Doo we doo! Doo we doo! Doo we doo~
Lizzie Black was a bit of an airhead and she didn’t really care. It just was who she was, and it was an important thing in common with her best friend, Bobbi Madison. The two just did not want to give things complex thought, preferring to let others handle the hard stuff. The difference in the two came into why they were airheads, Lizzie was just naturally while Bobbi was willful.
So when Bobbi’s twin brother Theo showed off the Stone and what it could do by turning a branch blue, they were excited. For a time they considered what to wish for when Stacey McMillan strutted by sith her entourage.
“Ooh! Sometimes I hate here even though we’re friends!” Lizzie said while holding the rock. “She thinks her looks make her soo~ special!” She sighed and drooped her head. “Sometimes I wish I head blonde hair and big boobs. That way I could know what it’s like.”
And like magic, Lizzie did. She danced happily and tossed the stone to the twins while running off to find attention. Bobbi and Theo stared in awe. “She’s a total bimbo…” Theo trailed off as he could feel his dick straining against
Bimbo.
The word echoed through the twins brains as they unconsciously held onto the Wishing Stone together. “I wish I could be a bimbo like her.” Bobbi said, thinking she could finally live the lifestyle she always wanted.
Theo on the other hand was thinking with his dick. “I wish I could fuck a bimbo like her.”
The key was ‘like her’, making Lizzie a true bimbo instead of just looking like one. So Bobbi became a bimbo just ‘like her’, the same interests. And Theo wanted to fuck a bimbo ‘like her’, so when he looked at his twin sister and saw a ‘bimbo like her’, there was no hesitation to him grabbing Bobbi’s new tits and pulling his twin in to make out with.
~Doo we doo! Doo we doo! Doo we doo~
“I was just looking for the stone that got us into this mess.” Theo said with a strain in his voice. Looking at his twin sister and knowing he’s the one who made them incestuous did make the fact he wanted to fuck her lessen.
“Oh brother.” Bobbi rolled her eyes and wrapped her arms around her twin’s waist from the back, pushing her tits against him. “The wish made people just see it as okay. Like that Merlin Community that took over the old campground.” Bobbi ran one hand down to his crotch and palmed the almost always hard dick. “Besides, bimbos aren’t known for being picky~”
Theo grabbed her hand, unzipped his fly, and guided his sister’s hand to his dick. “We’re going to be late~” Bobbi cooed as she pulled the dick out and kneeled in front of her brother.
“I don’t care.” Theo growled, placing a hand on the back of Bobbi’s head and pushing her forward.
Downstairs, Michelle shook her head as two of her children didn’t come down. “Sometimes I wish I wasn’t so accepting.” She said.
“About what?” The innocent, and everyone agreed would remain so, Sam asked.
“Nothing squirt.” Erica said, glancing to the upstairs as she ate. She could make so much money off her older siblings if they let her record them!
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Away from a disaster of a family created by chaos of Musical Closets, other victims were still in search of lives…
