The glassy eyed Latino isn't anyone Mark recognizes.
"So, who are you and why were you stealing my car?"
"Sorry, boss," he says, "I didn't know whose car it was. I was just given a list of cars the boss wants, and
yours matched one on the list. My name is Paco Valdez y Garcia. What are you going to do to me?" He spoke in a
monotone of someone under a compulsory spell.
"Well, Paco, what do you do for a living besides stealing cars? Or do you do anything?"
"I work as a mechanic, it's how I got the code to your alarm and disabled it. I didn't see you when you
brought your car in for service, but while it was in the bay, I scanned the codes."
"You married or got kids?"
He answered, "Nah, I'm gay."
"What do guys like about you best?"
"My big thick hairy cock," he smiled involuntarily and his jeans bulge grew, "I'm a power top," he added
proudly.
"Well, let's see what I can do about that," Mark said pulling out his iPhone and looking up the appropriate
spells.
The next morning Paco awoke with a start. He reached for his morning wood and didn't feel anything.
He pulled back the covers and stared. He had a tiny baby size penis and balls. Altogether his junk would fit
inside a walnut shell. There was a note tied to his tiny manhood. He read it in disbelief, but it had to be
true.
"You have been cursed. Every day that passes without you committing a crime, your cock will grow back one
inch, and your balls will grow proportionally. Be a good boy, you may end up with a bigger cock than what you
started with. Of course, commit a crime and the curse will shrink you down to baby size again. Commit a crime
before your cock grows back and you're going to find yourself with a vagina, and will have to get in touch
with your feminine side. Now behave!"
"No way! The boss will kill me if I don't get those cars for him, but that might be preferable to being a
mujera? Ay! What can I do?" he buried his head in his hands and then he had an idea. He knew of a person who
might be able to help.