"Naomi? Is that you? What have you done to yourself?" Dean stuttered out.
Naomi just laughed and danced into the middle of the room. There she spun slowly in place allowing Dean to see every part of her. Dean was completely incapable of taking his eyes off of her. Jen snuggled into Dean's arms and while they watch Naomi prance her hands inspected Dean's new body.
"Do you like, Dean?" Naomi said. "My body is so smooth. I feel like I'm made of liquid." She giggled.
Dean felt like exploding; if he were able. "You certainly look ... striking." Her breasts wobbled in a way that he could not take his eyes from them. He wanted to feel them and bounce them in a way that was not proper. But Jen had him pinned to the couch. "You're like some blow-up, play thing."
"You should have seen Cathy earlier, if you're into that sort of thing." Naomi balanced on one foot and raised the other leg up high till her foot pointed to the ceiling. "Do you want to play with me Dean?"
"How?"
"With the curse, silly. I'll let you have a free change on me. Anything you want, just don't ruin the shine. You do me and then I'll do you."
"Sure," Dean said. Jen started kissing him on the neck while he asked Naomi the Question. Naomi picked Transform.
"Naomi, I'm going to transform you so that ..." he was forced to pause while Jen kissed him deeply on the mouth. "So that any clothing you wear will become as shiny as you are."
Instantly the costume that Naomi wore seemed to melt. From the fluffy silk fabric it turned into slick, glossy pink latex. Naomi inspected the change to her clothes. It squeaked and crinkled loudly as she moved. The smell of rubber permeated the room.
"It really makes me shine more," Naomi said gleefully. "But how about you, Dean? Transform or Dare?"
"Transform," Dean said with no hesitation.
"Fine, Dean. Tit for tat. Your clothing is now magical, too. Anything someone tells your clothing to do will now become real but you cannot control them or remove them without permission. Except in the bathroom." Naomi's smile was wide and seemed to be filled with playfulness.
"Ooh, that might be fun," Jen chimed in. "I all ways wanted to dress you. But you never let me."
"Right," Naomi said. "First, Dean, you will be dressed in a stylish tuxedo."
All three watched as Dean's tan cargo shorts lengthened to become perfectly fitted, black, dress-pants. His t-shirt faded to white and formed a stylish, high-quality dress shirt tied off with a black bow-tie. Out of thin air a deep maroon vest fastened itself around his waist and a black jacket slipped on over top completing the change.
"There is nothing hotter than a well-dressed man," Naomi said.
"I'll say," Jen said hugging Dean tightly squashing her breasts around his arm. "You look ready for prom, hon."
"Hey, I'm going to put on a slinky dress. Jen come help me find one," Naomi said. The two girls practically ran up to Naomi's room like a pair of young pre-teens giggling and chattering in excitement. They finally had the living boy-toy they always wanted.
Dean for his part stayed on the couch. Five minutes ago he was a normal young-man standing on the porch. The night would not be over for a while. Idly he un-buttoned his jacket to get more comfortable but could go no further in removing it. That would be awkward having to ask to take off his coat. He started to wonder what he had gotten into.
That was when Cathy returned from up stairs looking frazzled but happy. "Who are you?" she asked.
"Dean. Jen's boyfriend."
"You look worried," she said, appraising him with a critical eye.
"I just found out what magic can do." Dean tried to laugh but it was a little empty.
"Show me," Cathy demanded.