"Wait! You want to start now? What should I say?" Dean squirmed in his seat a little. This was all happening so fast.
"Well, just say the first thing that comes into your head," Jen tried to advise.
But Dean's mind was racing to much to think of something specific. What had he always wanted to change? Or experience? He was just a simple guy that was trying to get through high-school. Magic was childish play things that he had left behind once he found girls gave him wood. All he wanted right now was to make out with this hot blond that was supposed to be his girlfriend. But to be anything? He needed more time.
"Times up, Dean. I guess I get to give you both now," Jen said mischievously.
"Hey, is that fair?" Dean protested. Sure he could not think of anything at the moment that would not embarrass himself but not choosing seemed like it should be an option. As Jen thought for a second, Dean's eyes traced the lines of her new body. It was much curvier than before and it hard to not touch her. Jen apparently also felt the same as he noticed her hands idly playing with her body.
"Jen, what are you doing?" Dean asked cautiously.
Jen was pulled out of her thinking by the question and reluctantly pulled her hands free before sitting on them. "It's a stupid dare. I touch myself without realizing it when someone says a word. It's getting me all hot but I can't stop."
"What's the word?"
"I don't know since I don't notice when I start doing it," Jen blushed. "Hey! That's your dare. Dean I dare you to kiss me when ever you see me doing that then I can stop."
Dean smiled. He did not need to be told to kiss his girlfriend but somehow he now felt that he would rush to her lips whenever she was in need. Hot at horny and wanting him to kiss her; maybe this game would bee alright after all.
"And for your transformation, Dean, I want to be the Ken doll to my Barbie."
Dean sudden felt a full body flush as the magic entered his body. His muscles toned became more defined. He felt all the hair on his body vanish in an instant. He felt his feet become stiff and locked in an awkward flat footed position like Jen's heeled feet. His toes fused to become dollish. His face took on a wry grin that said he was ready to play if anyone wanted. Try as he might he could not make his face express any other expression. Dean's hair shorten and styled itself into a perfect Ken quaff and it became light, sandy brown. His skin took on the light tan tone of someone who had spent his day surfing. All things considered he was pleased with the change.
Until his waiting penis vanished. It did not pull into his body or shrink away to nothing. He could sense its presence but he knew it was not to be felt. Dean waved his hand through the space that it should be but found it missing. He could feel the attention it begged him to give it but his penis was immaterial. Touching his crotch he found instead an odd bulge of smooth skin. Like a jock or a cod piece that gave the impression of a male package but inoffensive to little girls who might be curious. What was worse, rubbing the area seemed to have about as much erotic stimulation as rubbing an elbow. But still his ghostly penis demanded he do something.
Maybe it will go away if I don't think about it, Dean thought.
That would be difficult with the sultry Jen sitting on his lap. She leaned in a kissed him. Her lips were soft and inviting and she seemed ready to go.
"Hey guys, if you start that, then who will want to play with you?" Naomi said dancing out of the kitchen.
Dean's jaw dropped.