Lisa and Aaron got back to the Magic Shop, running up to the old man at the counter. "You've got to help us," panted Lisa.
"Got to?" said the old man. "I don't believe so." He pointed to a sign: WE RESERVE THE RIGHT TO REFUSE SERVICE TO ANYONE.
"Would you please help us?" Lisa rephrased the question. She gestured to Aaron. "My friend turned into some bird woman."
The old man squinted. "A harpy," he said at last. "It appears the harpy charm he purchased worked perfectly."
"But I don't want to be a harpy!" Aaron blurted out.
"Well, you should have thought about that before you put on a harpy charm, now shouldn't you?" The old man looked at both of them. "This is a magic shop. We sell magic, cheaply and severely below market price I might add. I do this as a hobby, and I don't have time to give instruction to those who haven't done their research." He smiled at both of them. "The only advice I will give you is that I have complimentary 'turn into toad' spells for those who annoy me. Would you rather be a harpy or a toad?" he asked Aaron.
"Uh, a harpy," Aaron said.
"Is there anyone who can help us?" Lisa asked plaintively.
"Don't whine," the old man said. "Nobody likes a whiny toad." He gestured and with a *POOF* of green energy, Lisa turned into a toad.
"Please..." the toad continued to whine and then realized that she was now a toad.
The old man looked at Lisa and Aaron. "Well, I will not give you any advice on what to buy--and we don't sell to toads," he stressed to Lisa. "However, my great nepphew Bryce has a business as personal shopper. His mother was a genie so he's quite into fulfilling wishes, though he tends to do it by getting people what they ask for. Of course his grandfather was a demon, so he'll ask a quarter of your soul for every transaction." He sighed. "Kids these days." He then snapped his fingers and a cel phone appeared. He then pressed a button and a moment later there was a swirl of hellfire and Arabian glitter and a devilishly handsome young man apparated next to the counter.
"You called, uncle?"
"Yes," said the old man. "You know I don't sell to toads, and I don't give advice either, but I thought they might want your services."
"I don't want to sell my soul," whimpered Lisa the toad.
"Me neither," said Aaron the harpy.
Bryce bowed. "Ah, O worthy ones, I see my uncle has mentioned my demonic heritage and the family tradition. However, as one-quarter demon and one-quarter wicked magician, there is a higher tradition: The first one is free. Tell me what your wish is and I will tell you what to buy."
Aaron thought. "I wish I weren't a chick anymore, and by 'chick' I mean that in both senses--not a woman and not half-bird."
"Very well," said Bryce. "If you will allow me?" He tugged at the wings pendant around Aaron's neck and it came off. Bryce wrapped it in a red silk handkerchief and placed it in his pocket. Then he went about the shop, looking at the various items and chuckling until at last he came to the music section. "Ah yes. This I believe would be the item that would perfectly fulfill your wish."
He came back with a CD, the jewel case marked Zattyr, Master of the Pan Pipes. "Do you have a hundred dollars? This one is the European release and quite collectible."
Aaron got into Lisa's purse, which she wasn't carrying, now being a toad, and pulled out a large wad of cash. The old man ran up the transaction and then handed Bryce a cd player. Bryce put in the CD and hooked up a set of earbuds which he put in the harpy's ears.
The sound of the panpipes began, a beautiful trilling sensual sound, and Aaron felt utterly charmed by the music, thrilled and seduced and incredibly aroused. He felt as his female parts closed and his manhood arose again as his breasts shrank. Feathers molted, replaced by hair and his bird-clawed feet evolved into cloven hooves and he rose taller and taller, suddenly freaking out about the cloven hooves and the realization that his manhood was still rising, becoming absolutely enormous as horns sprouted from his forehead and he stood there, a huge hairy Grecian goat man with a penis bigger than a bottle of ouzo.
Bryce retrieved the earbuds. "There," he said. "Exactly as you wished."
Aaron looked at himself, at his mammoth manhood and the intense desire in his balls to seduce wood nymphs or at least women, and the realization that the only woman in the room was Lisa, who was a toad, and was smaller than his penis's apple-size head. "This isn't what I wished," Aaron groaned.
"Of course it is," Bryce grinned. "You are now very emphatically not female and also no longer half-half bird. Satyrs are half-goat."
Aaron looked at Lisa lustfully, so horny he was contemplating even attempting to do it with a toad. "Ask him to make you into a wood nymph," begged Aaron the satyr to Lisa the toad. "A wood nymph with huge knockers!" Aaron began to pant lustfully.
Lisa licked her toady lips, ready to speak, and Aaron imagined her giving him a blowjob.