"Okay. I don't know who you are, or why you want to know, but for some reason I feel compelled to answer. So here goes. First, I haven't had sex in about two years. I'm currently single, and being 26, I haven't had enough time to date a girl since grad school, what with being a workaholic. Finally, though I'm not proud to admit it, my buddy, here--" you pat your package-- "is about 5, 5 1/2 inches."
"Congratulations," says the old man. "It takes courage to admit the truth. Since you are so honest, I know just what gift to bestow upon you." He waves his hands, concentrates, and chants for about a minute in a language you don't understand. "There," he says when finished. "You now have the power to always tell the truth."
"What?" you say, a little disappointed. "What kind of gift is that? You're a fraud."
The old man looks terrified. His clothes begin to unravel. Several "shrunken heads" on the rack behind you turn to plastic. You realize somehow that he became a fraud because you said he was. "Hey! I get it. Everything I say comes true!"
"Exactly. Now, could I trouble you to take back what you said?"
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You leave the shop, feeling satisfied. This is a fantabulous power! What to do with it, though....Suddenly it occurs to you that maybe what the old man was driving at was the fact that you're single and can't get laid. Some of the guys at the office joke about it behind your back...maybe it's time they feel your wrath!
"I'm at the office right now, and no one knows I'm there at all unless I want them to." Whoosh! There you are, in the midst of a cubicle labyrinth. Ooh, there's Jenna. She's 34-21-35, with C-cup tits, and about 27. Her brown hair cascades down over her shoulders and matches her eyes perfectly. Purrfectly. Hmm. That gives you an idea. But first, to make sure no one knows you're here. You walk right over to Jenna and pinch her sweet ass. She moans a little under her breath, but doesn't turn around or anything! Sweet! But just to be on the safe side, you decide to use a little spell power. "Anything I do to Jenna will go unnoticed by anyone except me, unless I point it out to Jenna herself, then she, but no one else will realize it's not normal for her to be how she is."
A few little yellow sparks flash over her and settle into her smooth, creamy white skin. Now the fun begins. "When I am finished speaking, Jenna will go into the bathroom and masturbate herself to orgasm. Anyone besides myself unfortunate enough to enter or become suspicious while she is fucking herself will immediately begin to do so as well. Jenna will use the unisex employee bathroom and will not lock the door. As her arousal increases, she will begin to transform into a slutty anthropomorphic 17-year-old catgirl and her life and memories will change as is suitable. Jenna will not reach orgasm until she has completed her transformation, and she will not ever wear clothes again after her transformation is complete. Everyone else fucking him- or herself will transform into a super-feminine 17-year-old bimbo after their orgasm, and they will all cum at the same time as Jenna. I am finished."
Jenna's nipples began to harden, and after a quick glance around she stroked her pussy once, twice, thrice. She moaned softly, and, grabbing her purse (which must have held her vibrator in it), she made a beeline for the employee bathroom.
I love this power, you think to yourself as you run after her.