Lady the dog when to Marcy (the former Ty, now in Lady's former but now spiffed up human body) and said, "Okay. I'm tired of being a dog. I thought it would be all sorts of great freedom, but it isn't really, and the thought of having some other non-talking dog jump the fence when I go into heat, rape me, then force me to have a whole litter of puppies...not fun. So I'd like to be human again. But I like my parents, and since you want to still be Marcy, why don't you make me Marco, your twin brother?"
"You like girls?" Marcy asked, surprised.
"Not really," said Lady. "I don't much like guys either. I just sort of liked to be left alone, so I could draw. And I think people would leave a guy alone more to do that." Lady wagged her tail. "Also, since your version of Marcy really isn't in to art, could you make all of the art here in my room--my former room, that is--Marco's instead?"
"So what's Marco look like?" Ty asked. "Like a male Marcy? Different? What?"
Lady went over to the desk and nosed a portfolio. "Flip through here. You'll find a picture."
Marcy went and opened the portfolio, looking at the former Marcy's artwork, which was quite good. Sketches of various characters--princesses, knights, barbarians, centaurs, mermaids, everything.
"There," Lady said, "that one."
Marcy paused, looking at a drawing of a tall, dark, and incredibly handsome half-elven rogue. "Like this?"
"Yep," said Lady.
"Even the pointed ears?"
Lady wagged her tail. "Some humans have pointed ears. It's rare, but they're not very pointed."
"Okay," Marcy said, making her wish and closing her eyes for a moment, wishing for reality to alter itself. When she opened her eyes, it was changed. The room was still the same, but there were boys clothes instead of girls in the half-open closet, and before her stood Marco, her brother, who was quite tall--something like 6'5"--with a slightly hooked nose and dark five o'clock shadow, but also slightly pointed ears sticking out from his shaggy brown hair. He had Lady's former dog collar around his neck, and he was dressed slightly punk.
"Much better," Marco said. He took stock of himself, then looked at Marcy. "Getting ready for your big date with Calvin?"
Marcy giggled. "Yes!"
"Cool," said Marco. "One thing though--he likes slightly bigger breasts."
Marco looked at her chest and Marcy felt it tingling, her breasts growing from a B-cup to a C-cup.
"How'd you do that!" Marcy gasped.
Marco grinned. "I'm your brother, remember? We both have the same birthday, and we both got the same power on our birthday."
Marcy remembered, and even though she remembered it having been kind of different, with her having been Ty, having a twin brother who shared her power...now this was cool!
Marcy giggled. "I better go up to my room and get my makeup finished for my date!"
Marco got his sketch book, looking at the pictures and wondering how much fun it might be to make some of these pictures into actual transformations....