It’s been a few months since you were last at the magic shop, and life had actually gone pretty good for you. From a kid who left home with a few things to a self-employed entrepreneur with a successful business working from home. During one of the meetings you had to actually go out for, you meet a cutie with a small, tight ass, pretty eyes, and a feisty attitude. You two hit it off and he’s now your SO and helping contribute to the nest. You share your secret with him, and he’s willing to deepen the relationship. Which brings you back to where it all started...
You walk into the familiar yet creepy looking shop, you guide your boyfriend in through the knick knacks of the magic shop, looking at the items in the corner of the store once again. A familiar voice makes itself known behind you, “I knew you would return.” The old woman appears again, this time wearing a witches robe. The two of you embraced like old friends. You introduce the witch to your SO and he’s not very comfortable. You try to calm him down, telling him that your whole life changed for the better here and that he wouldn’t have liked the previous you, weak and scared, with too many closet fetishes and poor social skills. A quick kiss and you hand him over to the old lady. You see him pick up a pink bow and walk back to the secret room. A few seconds later, he comes out wearing pink high heels, pink shades, a pink crop top with a pink skirt (showing his cute and slightly larger ass), and pink fishnets. He now has pink highlights and is chewing bubble gum, even carrying a small pink clutch by his waist. The old lady comes towards you and starts to talk to you, “He’s cute, I figured that’s what you liked about him. Did I do good?” Not even paying her any mind, you hand the lady a wad of cash and stroll over towards your boyfriend. You both giggle, blushing at his new look. You exchange bad pickup lines with each other.
“Well, you look like a firecracker today!”
“Careful babe, don’t play with fire. You’ll get burned.”
“But you burn so right right now. Now let this chef get in the kitchen. I’m thinking salad...”
And with that you two were off to ravage each other, you with the absolute power bottom energy, and your dainty little top.