Bill gulped fearfully and took a nervous step back from the infuriated Rob.
“Look, I-I-I-I'm sorry...” Bill stuttered.
“Too late,” frowned Rob with a red-faced scowl on his face. “I wish... I wish you were my skanky older sister Vicky!”
The Grellstone flared into a brilliant, radiant flash of blinding emerald light.
Bill had to blink three or four times to regain his vision. But even before he looked down, he could already feel his body had changed, becoming shorter and considerably lighter.
When Bill looked down, he discovered he now had enormous breasts practically popping out from a far-too-tight, black shirt that was cut deeply low into his now bountiful cleavage. The tight, lacy black bra that barely constrained them was exposed in several places. He was wearing an extremely short, denim mini-skirt that mere inches below his crotch and tightly tugged his thighs together. He could feel beneath that he wore thong panties he suspected were at least a size too small for this body. He wore knee-high, black leather boots that sported two-inch heels. He could see his fingernails were long and painted a bright, glossy shade of red.
“Rob, please change me back,” Bill pleaded, instantly disgusted with the high-pitched, whiny, nasally 'girly' voice he now had.
“Screw you!” snapped Rob. “Now get the hell out of here... or I'll give you Vicky's personality too, and you can spend your days as a brain-dead bimbo spreading your legs for every guy that crosses your path!”