"Let me try! Polyia Morpheus!" says Yoshua pointing at Marcus, instantly Marcus is transformed into a stunning human cheerleader. At least that's what he looks like, but he shakes his head.
"Nice try, Yosh, but no cigar--or perhaps I should say there should be no cigar," Marcus explains lifting his skirt to reveal an unsightly male bulge in his now too small pink panties.
"Oh, but that's what I visualized, Marcus. Remember you were asking me how to get back at Conor for what he did to you in gym?"
"Yeah? So?"
"Well, look in the mirror, you're Ginger's doppleganger with one significant exception," he said nodding at the bulge.
"Yeah, so he gets humiliated, I get beat to a pulp."
"Nah, remember Conor likes to use that "get lucky" spell on his dates, and he's been trying to get Ginger to go out with him for like 2 years, and she won't give him two minutes."
"He uses the "Get Lucky" spell? But that changes the user, not the date."
"Right, it makes the spellcaster, his date's ideal mate, so he can get lucky."
"Oooh, yeah! How long does it last?"
"Well, after he went out with that female centaur, he was hung like a horse for two weeks...and when he did that Amazon he was buff as Hercules for almost that long."
"Of course, I'm assuming your dream mate won't be well hung..."
"Oh, you better believe it, Conor the barbarian is about to go clubless. Pussyman will be his new nickname," chuckled Marcus. He would teach that barbarian not make jokes about elves and faeries.