Tom had no girlfriend. He wanted one. For a while he'd gone after Sarah, but his advances had only strained their friendship. And besides, she wasn't much of a catch.
Now he could make his own girlfriend, completely obedient to him!
Brad won't mind, he rationalised to soothe his conscience. I'll treat her right. She'll be perfectly happy! It's better than a stripper, right?
"Yeah!" He cleared his throat. "I mean... listen to my voice, slave."
"I'm listening, master."
"You are my perfect girlfriend. Your name is..." He paused for a quick computation. Brad -- Bradley -- Lee. "Lee. You have always been my girlfriend -- always been a girl."
"Yes master."
Tom's cock clenched, and he bit his lip. He had had good intentions -- sort of -- but being called "master" over and over... he really liked the sound of it. I've already made her my slave... He shivered as he contemplated the taboo act.
"You love me..."
"I love you dearly, master," Brad said into the silence. That settled it.
"And you obey everything I say without question."
"Of course, master."
"You love having sex and giving me pleasure any way I see fit. You love wearing skimpy clothing. You're always horny but can only think about me." He had to stop and swallow, he was literally starting to drool.
Brad took this as a prompt to say "Yes master" again.
"You worship my body. You worship my cock. You worship me."
"Yes master." A tone of longing was creeping into Brad's voice. "You are perfect."
Tom suppressed an excited cry. His scruples were completely forgotten -- he wanted this so badly. "Now, when I count to three, you will wake up, and turn into a medium height blond bombshell with huge tits and ass, blue eyes, and pale skin. Everything I said will become true. You will never remember being Brad, and only remember serving me as my slave girlfriend."
"Y-yes, master." Brad shuddered as his mind accepted the command. Part of him was appalled by this; but not only was the magic practically irresistible, his kinky subconscious proved very fertile soil for the suggestions of Tom's voice. Being a slutty slave to his best bud sounded like fun, and there was a definite hunger in his voice as he assented.
"One... two... three!" Tom snapped his fingers for good measure.
"Wha- ahhhhhh..." Brad's cry of shock melted into a breathy moan, his voice rising to a sweet soprano. Blinking, he closed grey eyes and opened them blue. In seconds his body shrank, losing two inches and its male breadth, and gaining large, firm boobs, a slender waist, flaring hips and plush ass. Arms and fingers slimmed, legs became long and toned. Pale gold flowed out over his brown hair from the roots to the tips.
His clothing tightened and transformed; the collar of his shirt separating and turning into leather with several gold rings hanging from it, while the rest became a deep red lacy bra that emphasised his cleavage and plainly showed large, stiff nipples through the fabric. His shoes became sandals, while socks and pants merged to form red stockings and garters. His boxers shifted into tiny panties, hugging his curves, and showing his painfully stiff package.
And as her blonde hair grew out to tickle her practically-naked ass, that last vestige of Brad vanished as the outline in her panties diminished to a seductive cameltoe.
Lee blinked again, then smiled with full, rouged lips and ran her hands over her body. "Mmmm, I feel great. How do I look, master?"
"G-great!" Tom could only think to repeat her words for the moment, floored by the luscious creature he'd created.
"Thank you, master," she replied, blushing a little as if he'd said something intensely erotic. Her eyes moved to Tom's tented crotch. "I'm glad I please you... would you like me to... please you more?"
"Oh yeah..." Tom's mind was awash with lust. Even as he eyed Lee with possessive hunger, he was already debating whether one slave girl was enough. With this coin, he could have a full harem with slaves to spare.