Mike paused. Actually, this wasn’t a good idea. There were a whole host of legal issues with turning someone into a sock, things that his TF magick wasn’t going to be able to excuse in a court of law. Shit. The second someone filed a missing persons report for you, well, it’d be all over for him. He couldn’t live a life in prison! Where had he gone wrong, in his life? Once he had used his transformation abilities to remove tumours from people, performing miracles, and here he was, turning a you and some random guy he had picked up at a gym or some fucking place, into a pair of socks!
He sighed. “Sorry boys, guess I overstepped a line here.” He reached down and pulled you off, and then your partner. He snapped his fingers, and you found yourself sitting down on the floor. You remembered being near to his feet, but not too much more than that, it was all a blur. The same with the man who had previously been your sock-bodied other half.
Mike leans back against the bed and gives you a tired smile. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that, it was too much.” He gestures his hand around in the air, idly. “Tell you what, in exchange, I’ll make you two into anything you want. The socks were too far, and I couldn’t live with myself if I got thrown in prison because I let my dick think instead of my brain.”
You feel your eyes light up. That’s...quite the offer.