Wendy walked into the apartment and saw her girlfriend Megan, who had been sitting on the couch waiting anxiously for her former boyfriend’s return. Megan had been the one to visit the shop early in the morning and ask the proprietor about the two bottles of potion. She had returned home to explain to Will, now Wendy what had happened and about the choice they would have to make.
“I trust you to make the right decision,” Megan had told her former boyfriend, “I know you will make the right choice for both of us.”
Wendy, formally Will had visited the shop and, as was mentioned, elected to buy and drink only the vile of yellow potion. Wendy thought she had taken the potion that would affect Megan’s sexuality, but in fact the yellow vile of fluid she had drank down in the shop was to affect her own sexual orientation.
The store’s proprietor had, however, not been lying to Wendy when he told the new girl that Megan would be affected by the potion. It was simply that Megan’s change was not what Wendy was expecting; anymore then she expected the own changes that were occurring to her as she crossed the threshold into Megan’s apartment.
Wendy’s white t-shirt shifted in color to pink and it’s hem now rose higher and higher, exposing her bare midriff, which had developed a nice tan and firmed up and stopping just below her previously C-cup breasts which had now blossomed outwards into an absurdly large F-cup, the bra beneath her shirt loosing it’s plain appearance and becoming a overly frilly and lacy affair, while the panties she was wearing morphed to match, becoming a silky thong.
Her hips and butt blossomed outwards, expanding to voluptuous proportions, which when combined with her now more then ample breasts gave Wendy an almost cartoonish hourglass figure. Her hair was growing down her back, shifting to a platinum color as it reached the swell of her ass and becoming more stylized in appearance, while artfully applied makeup formed on her features.
Wendy’s legs were becoming longer and shapelier to match the rest of her body, even as the jeans she was wearing rose higher and higher on her legs, reforming as a tight pair of shorts that hugged the curves of her now ample buttocks and shapely hips. Jewelry appeared seemingly from out of thin air, earrings, a gleaming bracelet, a matching necklace, a woman’s watch on her other wrist, and a small purse was now being carried in one of her small hands, the nails of which were now long and manicured.
As Wendy moved towards Megan, her hips swayed with the confident walk of a girl who’s well aware of her sexuality and proud of it’s appeal, and a confident little smile appeared on her painted lips, while her eyes gleamed with happiness.
Megan turned her head to look up at the new Wendy and smiled, as her friend and roommate sashayed her way towards her.
“Hey, roomy,” She said with a grin, “how was your shopping trip downtown? Find anything good?”
“Nopes,” Sighed Wendy with a soft and feminine sigh as she flopped down on the couch beside her roommate, “I did find one store that looked kinda’ interesting, but all they had was cheap magic tricks and an old man selling “magic potions”.”
The two roommates giggled at the thought of magic being real, and began to eagerly plan their evening. It was a weekend and the two single girls were planning to visit not a few of the local bars in hopes of snagging a guy or two that might perhaps lead to a future boyfriend.
They seemed oblivious to the changing apartment, as the spare room became Wendy’s new bedroom and was filled with everything a young woman would need. Across town Will’s former apartment’s furnishings and his possessions vanished from existence as a “apartment for rent” sign firmed into existence outside the building.
Back in the shop, the proprietor smiled to himself at the new life Wendy and Megan now had. As boyfriend and girlfriend, there relationship would not have lasted long. Now Wendy and Megan were bound by the bond of friendship and would be for all their lives. Their children would grow up side-by side, as the two would become neighbors in their later years. They would have happy lives with husbands who cared for and loved them, and always they would cherish the livelong friendship they were to share.
The shop’s proprietor was brought out of his revelry by the sounds of another customer entering his shop and he moved to the counter, a smile still on his face as he prepared to make a new sale that would change someone else’s life forever.