With the massive discharge of reality changing energy, things rapidly began to change. The apartment itself swiftly began to change, the furniture transforming into much more luxurious looking models. The house rapidly began to expand outwards, merging with the two houses on either side to form a much larger building—one might even say a mansion. The occupants of those buildings vanished in a series of smaller flashes as reality adjusted to their homes no longer existing, reappearing in new homes further down the street without any memory of what had just happened.
The five guys in the same room with the amulet took the brunt of its power, and their minds and bodies rapidly began to change.
Jake’s brain was utterly overwhelmed by the magical power blasting him head on. He stared blankly, his head reeling as he started to change. It almost felt like he was flying, some part of his mind noted, as the transformation began. He rapidly began to shrink, his chest pushing outwards as a large pair of breasts materialized on his chest. His face softened and became feminine as his hair changed color. His new long blonde tresses flowed down past his shoulders as his hips widened with a series of pops, his manhood swiftly melting into a vagina. His clothing changed as well; his sneakers became a pair of high heels, while his shirt and pants both had their color melt away before they themselves merged together into a short, black dress.
Ja….Jak…J….Julia shook her head, staring around in total confusion. She knew something very weird had just happened. She’d totally been a boy a second ago, not a totally sexy babe, but for some reason she just couldn’t think of herself as anyone but Julia. She shifted on her feet and started walking around the room, hardly realizing how naturally she was moving in her heels. Boy-her would have loved the decidedly feminine sway to her hips as she moved around, staring at the photos now hanging on the walls. They showed her in a series of dresses hanging on the arm of a man with a greying beard who looked like he was at least fifteen years older than her.
Julia reached the final picture on the wall and gasped. The photo showed her new self looking absolutely radiant in a wedding dress, kissing the guy from the previous photos. Was she married to this guy? He looked old enough to be her father! Glancing down at her hand, Julia spotted the elaborate wedding band on her hand, confirming what she’d been worried about.
“Mistress?”
The voice, tinted with a soft, slight French accent, broke her concentration. Turning, Julia spotted a pretty young woman with long, dark hair standing in the doorway. She wore a short, tight, stereotypical French maid dress, which emphasized her large breasts. “That’s Sabine”, a little voice in Julia’s mind whispered.
She nodded. “Yes, Sabine?” She asked. The maid responded “Master Charles, your husband, would like to see you now.” She turned and strutted away, leaving Julia struggling with her swirling thoughts. What to do?