Stephanie looked over at the trio that had just walked in. Each wore a visitor pass with their name neatly written on the tag. Stephanie surveyed them, first was Alana - a teenager, maybe sixteen and dressed in tight yoga pants and a pick windbreaker. Stephanie frowned as she noted a hickey on her next. Next was Tonya - a sharp looking tween in jeans and a colorful tee shirt, glasses perched neatly on her nose and her hair pulled back into a bun. Finally Megan, a toddler in a pink dress holding a large book. Stephanie looked more closely - it was the book - but changed to suit a toddler. It now looked like a children’s book and had a picture of a smiling family. It read Baby’s First Book of Magic.
Stephanie sighed. This was a mess. She needed a plan. The children greeted her and cooed over the baby. Stephanie struggles to focus but she was exhausted and groggy. Her vagina was sore, constantly reminding her of her femininity. She could feel Jake suckling on her tit.
“Mommy is tired,” noted Clark.
“No, I’m fine...” Stephanie tried to say. “Let me... read... to the kids...” but she could hardly keep her eyes open.
Clark looked at the girls. Little Megan looked up and said “I gotta potty daddy”
“Alana, Tonya, watch your mom. I’m going to take your sister to the bathroom.”
“Ok dad” the girls said, sitting down in chairs.
Clark led Megan down the hallway to the men’s room. She was too young to send into the women’s room so he took her in and put her in a stall. Looking around he saw three orderlies - one pissing and the other two standing by the sinks talking about that saturdays football game between State and Tech.
“Let me know when you’re done” Clark instructed Megan.
“K” she responded, sitting on the stall. While she went she opened her book and started looking at the pictures, unleashing the books magic and turning the bathroom into something else and changing it’s occupants to fit, some with and some without their memories. The bathroom became...