"Whatcha writing over there?" Stacy remarked cheekily. "Keeping a record of every guy that ever dumped you?"
Normally, Noah assumed that this would make his female self quite angry, but right now it just amused him. Stacy had no idea what was coming her way. He thought about making her a dog but he felt it'd get a little crowded with two. Then he thought about making her older than her mother but then she'd probably just be an older bitch. That's when Noah thought of something very devious.
"Oh nothing, I'm just writing some silly stories." Noah said as passive aggressively as possible.
Stacy was about to snap back but her body began to warp as Noah had finished writing "Stacy is a chair" in the journal, and the world changed around him. His vision blurred before refocusing once more on a changed reality.
Noah noticed immediately that the tv was not only off, but it was much larger than before. He glanced around and saw that the house looked slightly nicer all around. All, except for a noticeable exception next to the couch. There sat a large reclinable chair, ugly and warn from years of use.
It was as cushiony as Stacy's breasts were big, and it even had a portion where the lower back would rest that looked somewhat breast shaped. The whole thing was the color of Stacy's hair, a deep orange, and on top of that it was fuzzy, made up of curls just like her hair. Noah stared as Mr. McCoy sauntered in, grabbing the remote from where Stacy had once been sitting, and then plopped on his former daughter.
As he flipped through the channels, he let out a little toot which was just loud enough for Noah to hear. He couldn't express just how happy it made him. That bitch was always horrible to him and now she was nothing more than an object to be sat on. He stood up and sauntered out, feeling adrenaline rush through his blood.
On top of everything, he was getting a little turned on by all of this. His nipples were hardening and he felt his new lady bits below start to moisten with time. He had never had this kind of power before, and it was starting to go to his head. He almost instinctively went to pinch his boobs when he managed to snap out of it long enough to cool down a bit.
Noah walked through the kitchen, heading towards the dining room. and took note of the house. Everything seemed nicer, which he figured was due tot he family having less kids to feed. Tina the dog was probably way cheaper then Tina the brat and the chair formerly known as Stacy didn't even eat. As he walked, he bumped into Mrs. McCoy who looked a little irked.
"Is that husband of mine sitting in that damned chair of his again?" She asked.
"Uh, yes?" Noah said confused.
"Ugh, honestly Nadia I asked him to take out the trash an hour ago and he goes to sit on that disgusting thing. Don't tell him but the second he's away on a business trip I'm throwing that thing out." She grumbled before walking away.
"No arguments from me." Noah whispered with a chuckle.
He figured that he'd keep Stacy as the chair until she's been at the dump for about a week. He'll let her change back after the tbut with some different minor changes of course. Noah then thought on how his parents were treating him. He didn't exactly feel the love but he was feeling less hatred towards him.
"Hmm, maybe the less biological kids they have means the more love they have for me." He thought.
He decided to test it out by changing the last remaining "siblings" he had. There was the annoying 10 year old Paul and the screeching 2 year old Heather. After a moment of though, he figured he'd just go by age order and went looking for Paul. After a minute or two, he discovered the little gremlin drawing aggressively on some of Nadia's dresses.
Noah wouldn't normally care that much about clothing, but the girl inside him was pissed. He was feeling a scream start to sizzle up but he managed to calm himself and back off slightly out of view. A smirk appeared as he opened the journal, ready to change Paul into something more fitting...