An ex-girlfriend of mine had a bad habit of leaving clothes at my place. Their was an old sexy dress of her`s hanging in his gest closet. She did not need it now after the baby. She all so had left a box of lingerie, he grabs some green stockings and rubs the medallion on the stockings. The medallion turns pink as it absorbs skin cells left on the stockings. He puts the medallion back on. A glow runs over him. He sits down as his feet shrinks to dainty, his shoes become high heels, his legs become curvy, sexy, his socks grow up his legs becoming stockings. His shorts become a skirt, as his hips and ass flair out, his dick shrinks to a cunt and his balls ride up to become her pussy, womb and ovaries. The boxers become a garter belt, his waist bends in. Breasts grow from her chest until they reach 36c cup. Her undershirt becomes a bra. Her voice becomes higher, her face becomes pretty. Make up appears on her face. She eats lunch than goes to sleep.
She wakes up and fixes dinner. She eats dinner and her phone rings "Hay girlfriend, you coming to the max tonight" she says. "You bet see you their" Maxchel says.
I pick up my best friend, Lucy, she is wearing a slutty pink dress, heavy make up and four inch wedge heels and by the grin on her face no panties just like me.
The Max is one of those old school clubs, bright lights and deep shadows, load music the works. "Get you to dance in the cage tonight Max" Sam the androgenus owner of the Max says. "Not tonight, Sam, just here to get slammed more ways than one" Max says.