Traipsing along back to the magic shop, your cock tail swished back and forth behind you. Feeling it's nuts bob against Lauren's plump ass with every step turned you on. Biting your lip to try and hide your lust, you jokingly thought that maybe having two sets of genitals on yourself made you extra horny. Or maybe just the thought of keeping your sister's stolen body forever kept you turned on 24/7. Either way, you walked around, thinking that this sexy body was wasted on Lauren. It deserved a better owner, and who better than yourself?
Keeping your cocktail still so you don't bang it against the side of the doorframe, you cheerily walk back into the magic shop. The ding of the overhead bell alerted the elderly man running the joint of your entry. He sat at the front counter, reading a newspaper covered with strange symbols, or some kind of obscure language. He closed it and placed it down to greet you. "Oh? Back so soon?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. "And from the look of things, you were busy with that remote."
You weren't surprised to hear that he could see right through your changes. Running a store of magic artifacts and gizmos, he's sure to be magical enough to see past their effects. "Yeah, I couldn't help myself." You chuckled, shifting your step and making your E cup boobs jiggle since you neglected a bra. "I took my sister's hot body and decided to keep it."
Laughing to himself, the old man slapped his palm on the table. "Oh, that brings me back. Long ago, my best friend used it to take the body of his hot mother and kept it. Let me tell you, it wasn't easy growing up as the best friend of a milf bodied boy; especially when he found a potion of eternal youth, keeping his new body in a prime milf state. I still wonder what happened to him..." The old man was trailing off in his reminescence. "But where are my manners; the name's Jeffrey Jameson. Connoisseur of magic and occult items and ex-mage. And I am glad to see that device has served you well young man, or is it young lady now?"
Waving your hand, you reply, "Everyone still sees me as a man, so young man I guess." You unsurely reply. "I came back to find another fun thing to play with, but I also wanted to inquire about my new self." You explain, stepping forward; your heels clicking against the wooden floor. "I find myself putting on my sister's, or rather my new, shoes without a second thought. Even her purse, which I had no idea I grabbed until I was almost here."
Placing a hand to his chin and nodding, Jeffrey recounted similar events in the past. "It's a side effect of choosing to stay in a body of the opposite sex, I'm afraid. It's not anything negative or the like, just that certain habits your body may have had before will also be carried over to you. Purses, eyeing up women's clothing stores, wanting to change nail color, etc. Even though you're still a man, your new body is female and has a tendency to try and still live as such. This won't hinder you doing what you want to do, but these things happening automatically will be consistent." He explained, sounding a little solemn.
Nodding, it was then that your cock tail swished about from the side and Jeffrey caught sight of it. "What is that?" he asked, curious.
"Oh, I uh kept my junk from my old body and stuck it to my back. It's kinda grown into a tail." You say.
"Very interesting. I've never seen anyone use the remote for such things before, so I ask, do you mind detaching it so I can examine how it changed?" He asked. Shrugging your shoulders, you pulled the remote out of Lauren's purse and zapped your junk tail. The five foot long appendage fell off, so you pick it up and place it on the counter. "Fascinating," Jeffrey said in awe. "Please, feel free to peruse my shop while you wait. You have objectively been my best customer since opening."
Walking toward the aisles, you notice a change in your loins. Your underwear seems to have shifted back to a normal g string, wedged up into your pussy lips and ass crack. Gritting your teeth from the fabric rubbing between your wet lips, you walk the aisles to find something of interest.
In a matter of minutes, you come upon the clothes section of this seemingly bigger on the inside than it looks from the outside store. One pretty thing catches your eye; a pair of golden flip flops attached to a tag that says, "Flip Flops of the Footjob Goddess. Channel her power to make your feet feel extra good!" Shrugging your shoulders, you slip off the tag and take off your heeled sandals. Putting on this new footwear, you're immediately hit with a wave of lust. Taking a step forward made you nearly orgasm, taking another did the same. On shaky legs, you walk around, trying not to cum from the sandals slapping your soles. It would appear wearing these shoes makes your dainty feet into an erogenous zone as sensitive as your pussy. Neglecting to read the tag further, you pick up your white sandals so you can wear these flip flops out after buying them.
Leaving the clothing area, you happen upon the consumables section. Varieties of foods and potions of multicolors lined the shelves. Ones for breathing underwater, heat resistance, super strength; but the one that anyone in their right mind would grab was the endless potion of flight. This potion was special in that it wasn't the liquid inside that was special, but the bottle itself. Filling it up with water and waiting a day turned the water into a potion of flight. "2 hours only?" You say, a little sad. But, it still offered the ability to fly, so you grabbed the bottle and took it to the front counter. Though, the flip flops made this trip a lot more pleasurable than it should be.
Once there, you were shocked to find that your once proud cock tail has changed somewhat. Whatever Jeffrey had done to it, made it stand completely erect and silver in color. "You like it?" He asked. "I did some classic magic to make it into a staff for you!" Although, he caught sight of your somewhat dejected look and didn't want to lose his first and best customer. "Don't worry, it isn't permanent. Watch this." Tapping the balls against the counter exactly three times made the staff revert back to a normal skin colored, semi flaccid cock tail. Flopped onto the table, Jeffrey then said "Cocktail cocktail." Converting it back to it's staff form.
"Ok, now that's pretty cool." You say, placing the shoes' tag and the flight potion bottle onto the counter. Waiting as Jeffrey scanned the barcodes, you slipped your feet in and out of the flip flops. The feeling was equivalent to someone rubbing your pussy lips, and you unexpectedly came right there. Panting from the pleasure, Jeffrey didn't seem to have noticed your climax. "There we go." He told you, giving you a plastic bag to carry the potion bottle and your white sandals in. "Was there anything else I could get for you today?" He asked.