The wizard watched as Mike left the store. That ought to light a fire under him...a talent like that shouldn't go to waste.
Of course, even the old wizard didn't know exactly what was going to happen...
At home, Mike changed and headed to the basement, where he kept his guitar equipment. The ceiling was sound-proofed, which made this a perfect place to play. A fine layer of dust told him that he hadn't done this in awhile.
He plugged the Gibson into his amplifier, and set about tuning it. Not much was required, the guitar was ready to play.
Sure it was ludicrous to think that a guitar could be magical, but...he had to try. He couldn't think of what to play, when an image of Damia flashed into his head.
And he started to play...
Girl, you really got me now You got me so I dont know what Im doin Girl, you really got me now You got me so I cant sleep at night
(You Really Got Me, Van Halen cover)
It took a few tries to get it right, he was out of practice, but eventually he got it right. He grinned as he sang the lyrics.
Eddy Van Halen, eat your heart out.
Finally he finished the song, his shirt soaked with sweat. "Wow...this guitar is something else...haven't played that well in years."
Turning the amp off, he headed upstairs to take a shower, Tyler would be home in about an hour.
He stripped off his clothes and got into the shower, still hyped from his performance. He sang in the shower, feeling like a total goofball and loving it.
A wave of vertigo came over him, and he slipped and fell down, striking his head...
"Oww.." was the first thing he said as he came to. The water was getting cool...he must have been out for at least ten minutes! He hoped he didn't have a concussion.
He put a hand to his head and brushed his bangs out of his eyes...wait...
As his eyes focused, he realized he was holding a lock of pink hair.
"What the fuck?!" a young girl's voice said. Except...he said that?!
He managed to get out of the shower, his center of balance was all wrong, and everything seemed much larger than before.
The blurred figure in the full-length mirror didn't look right, and he wiped the steam away with a small, feminine hand...
And Damia's face stared back at him.
"Oh...my....God." Mike said, with Damia's voice.
The guitar! It's power was real...and it had changed him into a girl...a girl that could be the twin of his son's girlfriend!!!
He heard the old man's words in his head...now that he was changed, he couldn't change back!
"Oh fuck oh fuck...what do I do..."
He had nothing in his size to wear...and his son would be home soon...what would Tyler say?
Then he remembered that Damia kept some of her clothes here. Grabbing his clothes and a towel, he dashed for the laundry room. He dumped his clothes in the wash, and opened the large plastic bin marked "Damia's clothes".
Everything was so skimpy...but at least she kept her Metallica shirt here. Sliding it on, he settled on a pair of black Tripp pants (he never understood the attraction of all those chains) and...to his dismay, a pair of white cotton Hello Kitty panties.
"Damn the girl for being so cute!"
Then he giggled (giggled?) at the sound of his own voice.
Grabbing his keys, wallet, and cellphone, he headed out to the car, then stopped. Fuck! Damia was way too tiny to drive his Mustang, and she didn't even have a license anyways!
Just then, he heard the sound of Tyler's Nova (he'd recognize that old car anywhere) coming down the street. In desperation, Mike ran to the back yard, and attempted to vault the fence.
Damia's light body lifted into the air effortlessly, and he landed in a vacant yard in a crouch. "Damn that girl's agile...what do I do now?"
Just then his phone hummed. A text from Tyler. "Dad where r u?"
"Taking a walk, long day."
He needed to get Tyler out of the house...a ha!
"Feel free to use my car if you want to take D out."
It was a lot easier to text with Damia's delicate fingers, he noted.
"UR AWESOME!!!!!11111 thank u!"
He shook his head. Well that should give him a few hours. He had to try the guitar again.