Nate was sitting at the kitchen table waiting for Dylan to make him dinner.
The doorbell rang and Dylan thundered downstairs to open the door.
He threw the door open, and there was Coach Riley. He was holding flowers in one hand and a box of candy in
the other. But that isn't where Dylan's eyes focused. The coach was wearing only a Speedo, and on his now
smooth chest he had stenciled: PROPERTY OF DYLAN.
Dylan grinned, and invited the coach in. They weren't going to any hockey game tonight.
Nate waited and waited, and finally he had enough. He stalked into the living room. The coach was tipped back
in the recliner with naked Dylan on top of him.
"Where's my dinner?" demanded Nate.
"Fi-ix it your-s-s-self!" Dylan said between thrusts.
"No! You're my babysitter," Nate whined, "Your attention is supposed to be on me not him!"
He pointed the wand, as the two shifted. Riley was on his knees licking and sucking at Dylan's dripping cock.
Nate scowled and said, "Baby wants his bottle, and I want a hot female babysitter to make me dinner."
Dylan gasped as his cock detached and became a baby bottle. Coach Riley shrank into an infant holding the
bottle with his hands and feet and lying on the floor. Dylan felt his chest explode as his hips reshaped.
"Yeah, Delia. You gave the baby his bottle, now make my dinner."
"Yes, Nate, of course," Dylan said in a confused higher pitch voice. He knew he was Delia and he was Nate's
babysitter. Delia of course was Nate's wet dream. He glanced at himself in the mirror, and then at the wand.
Delia put baby Riley into the crib that had taken the place of the recliner, and headed into the kitchen to
make dinner. Nate saw the black unopened condom on the floor by the crib, and picked it up. Then he pointed
the wand at his reflection and wished.
"I wish I was 21, and was muscular and tall and irresistible to women," and he felt his clothing become
binding as his body grew. He made a few more changes, and then strolled into the kitchen.