I wrote this one, thinking about what the future of one of the Old Man's  
"customers" might be, after he was done with them.  

SRU:  Aftermath By Morpheus

 	I remember it starting with that store.  I had been going through the  
mall, when a store caught my eye.  The name written out clearly above in  a 
sign said Spells R Us.  Shrugging, I went inside, thinking that with a  name 
like that, they ought to be selling something like D&D stuff or  magic tricks. 
Either way, I figured that it would be interesting to  check out, so I went 
inside.

	It didn't look quite like I'd expected, though there were definitely a  
few things that looked like they could be magic tricks, and a few others  that 
were certainly D&D related, but overall, it seemed to be a mix of  antiques 
and all sorts of odds and ends.  Still, it looked pretty cool. 

	Carefully, I started walking around, noticing a few things.  I smiled  
when I saw what looked like a crystal ball, thinking that my roommate,  
Sean,  might like it since he was into that kind of stuff. He even  claimed that 
his mom knew how to tell future and stuff.   That always  gave me a chuckle.  
Still, it wasn't what I wanted, so I walked past it,  along with some other 
things.

	A few video tapes on a shelf caught my eye, with a variety of things  
like Little Mermaid, Debbie does Everyone and Barbarella.  But since I  
wasn't looking for tapes, I ignored them, in spite of their cheap cost.   There 
were a few board games, a few dolls and a bunch of other odds and  ends. 

	I was about to leave the store, a bit disappointed, when something  
caught my eye.  There were a few necklaces hanging against the wall.  I  
picked one up, seeing that it was just a black stone clasped with  silver.  
Pretty cool, I thought.  

	"May I help you" Someone said from behind me. With a start, I 
turned  around, seeing some old man, wearing what looked like some 
wizards robe.   I chuckled, thinking that he was really getting into the spirit of 
the  place, or at least its name.  

	I told him I was just looking, but kept the necklace in my hands. I  
looked around for only another minute or two, then went to the counter,  
paying the old man for the necklace.  He smiled at me, and wished me  luck 
with it.  I wondered what for, since it was only a necklace.  Whistling to 
myself, I started on my way home.

 	Getting back to my dorm room, I saw that Sean wasn't around, and  
wondered if maybe I should call Tony and see if Sean was over there.  
Between the two of them, they were my best friends.  

	Whereas Sean tended to believe in that magic nonsense, Tony was 
more  logical, and tended to be a skeptic.  In fact, he was so skeptical that  
he'd doubt that the astronauts even landed on the Mom, thinking it might  be 
a hoax. Tony always made me chuckle, reminding me of that character  Dan 
Acroyd played in Sneakers.  But Tony wasn't quite that bad.  At  least not 
yet. 

	I decided not to call them, knowing that Sean would be back sooner 
or  later, and I'd definitely hear from Tony.  He wanted me to give him a  
hand with his math assignment.  

	Yawning, I sat down on my bed, opening up the bag from the store, 
and  pulling out that necklace.  Holding up to the light, it looked rather  
impressive, in a sort of mysterious way.  I shook my head, knowing that  it 
was just my imagination, seeing things that weren't there.  Slipping  it over 
my neck, I went to the fridge and pulled myself out a beer,  taking a long 
deep drink before sitting down again.

	After several minutes, I shifted position, feeling very uncomfortable  
for some reason.  It was as if I were sitting on a cushion or something.   For 
some reason, I just didn't feel quite right, but I couldn't place my  finger on 
just what it was.  

	After a few more minutes, I got up again, and went to my bathroom  
mirror.  Staring in the mirror, I saw that my normal light brown hair  had 
turned black, and was hanging almost to my shoulders. I stared,  stunned for 
a second. But then It dawned on me how silly I was.  Of  course my hair 
couldn't change like that. It was only my imagination. I  smiled, suddenly 
knowing that my hair was supposed to be this way.

	As I looked at myself in the mirror, my reflection seemed to blur right  
in front of my eyes. I grabbed my chest, feeling it pushing out, I  gasped, 
completely shocked. This couldn't be happening.  At the same  time, I could 
feel my waist thinning, which was also visible into he  mirror.  I couldn't 
believe this, but for some reason, I didn't feel  quite as shocked about it as I 
should.

	I felt my groin pulling inward, and knew instinctively that I no longer  
had my equipment.  The funny thing was, that it didn't seem horrible.   As I 
stared at my reflection, my now stretched to the limit black T  shirt and blue 
jeans all seemed to shift as well. The jeans grew  shorter, the legs fusing up 
at the top until I was wearing a black  leather skirt.  The shirt similarly 
changed. 

	Staring down at my feet, I saw my tennis shoes changing, turning 
bright  red, and growing heels.  When I looked back up, I saw that my hair 
was  at least to my shoulder blades, and almost pure black.  My lips were  
bright red, and I noticed that the rest of my face was similarly coated  with 
makeup. I even had ear rings on. The dangling type. 

	I stared in the mirror, seeing the image of a beautiful woman looking  
back at me.  The real funny thing was that it didn't seem odd.  I didn't  feel 
uncomfortable at all, and in fact, felt completely normal.   Absently, my 
hands went to the purse at my side, and pulled out a  cigarette, which I put 
between my lips.  I didn't even realize I was  doing it until I drew the smoke 
in, and blew it back out.  This startled  me a little since I'm not a smoker, and 
I was doing it like I'd always  done it.

	Still looking into the mirror, I suddenly asked myself why all this  
seemed strange. Of course it wasn't strange to see that woman in the  mirror 
smoking. I always did that. This was the reflection that I always  saw.  
Laughing, I looked around, seeing that I was in the room of that  John from 
last night, and decided it was time to leave.

	Quickly, I hurried out of the dorms, back to the streets where I could  
pick up my next customer. After all, a girl has to make a living.  

 	The next two months went by in a flash, with me picking up 
customers  all the time, and doing my thing. Sure, I spent a couple nights in 
jail,  and I was lucky that some of the local boys hadn't treated me too  
roughly, but over all, it was pretty normal.

	Then one day, I was approached by two boys.  Well, they actually 
looked  to be about 21 or so, which was the same age as me, but they still 
just  looked like college boys.  For some reason though, they looked familiar.  
I decided that they'd probably been customers of mine before, so I  smiled 
invitingly at them, asking if they wanted to have some fun.

	They looked a little startled, then asked me "Mikey? Is that you?"  I  
laughed. These guys were total dweebs. 

	"My names Michelle" I corrected them. What was with this Mikey 
crap?   Did they think that they knew me?  

	"Uh, Michelle" one of them said, "Can we get you to come with us?"  
I  instantly grew suspicious, wondering if this was some kind of sting, but  
they didn't look like cops. Maybe it was some sort of fraternity joke or  
initiation.

	"It'll cost extra for the both of you" I told them in no uncertain  terms. 
They looked at each other funny like, then agreed.  Still a  little nervous, I got 
into their car with them and rode with them on  campus, into some dorm 
room. I looked around, thinking that it looked a  little familiar.

	"So what do you want first?" I asked them, wondering what kind of 
kinky  stuff they were interested. It's not like it mattered to me much, except  
for how much money I could get for it.  

	"Uh, that's a nice necklace" One of them said, pointing at my good 
luck  charm.  I smiled, thanking him for the compliment. "Can I see it?" he  
asked.  Sure, why not, I thought, and pulled it off so that he could see  it.  As 
soon as he touched it, he threw it across the room, making me  jump up. 
What the hell was he treating my good luck charm like that for?

	"Here, put this on" The other one said, pulling out another necklace,  
sort of like mine, but not quite.  I got a bit nervous, and was afraid  to do 
anything to make them mad, so I smiled nicely, and slipped it  around my 
neck.  Then everything started to twist.

	I felt a horrible wrenching inside my head, and all my memories 
started  flooding back.  "OH My God" I muttered, suddenly remembering 
everything.  That store, that necklace, and everything.  "Shit" I said, looking 
down  and seeing that I was still a hooker, even though I had all my own  
memories back.  I looked up, realizing that it was Sean and Tony who'd  
brought me here.

	"Sean?" I asked hesitantly, "Tony?"  

	"Mikey" they screamed, both hugging me at once, which left me 
rather  uncomfortable since I could feel my breasts pushing into them, and 
my  nipples starting to get hard.  I started imagining what I'd like to do  to 
them, then shook my head, realizing where those thoughts were going.

	"What happened?" I asked them, looking around confused.

	Sean spoke up, "When you went missing, we looked everywhere for 
you,  and couldn't find you anywhere"  Tony nodded his head in agreement,  
"Finally, I asked my Mom, and she looked for you, and said that you were  
the victim of some sort of spell"

	"At first I sure as hell didn't believe it" Tony muttered, looking at  me 
embarrassed. I felt my own cheeks turn a little red.

	"Well..." Sean continued, "she finally found out that you'd been 
turned  into.." And Sean gestured at me, obviously too embarrassed to say 
what  he was thinking.

	"A hooker" I supplied matter of fact.

	"Well, uh, yeah" He turned his head, trying to avoid looking at my  
chest.  "Well, she said that the spell was too powerful for her to break  all the 
way, but she told us how we could break it at least partially"   They both 
looked rather embarrassed "All we needed to do was get this  new necklace 
around your neck" he pointed to the one he'd given me, "and  your memories 
would return" 

	"You wouldn't believe the time we had finding you" Tony broke in 
again.

	"I'm really sorry" Sean started apologizing, "but there's nothing my  
Mom can do to turn you the rest of the way back"  

	I sat there, stunned, realizing that I'd probably be like this for the  rest 
of my life. And worse, realized that I remembered absolutely  everything 
from the last two months. I  didn't remember the fake past  and everything 
before that, but I remembered absolutely everything since  I'd been this way.  

	I let out a stream of profanity, which made both Tony and Sean 
blanche,  then I stopped, and laughed, suddenly realizing that one side effect 
of  this whole thing is that my vocabulary of profanity had at least doubled  in 
the last month.  

	Absently, I lit a cigarette, and blew the smoke overhead, watching the  
surprise on Sean and Tony's faces. I realized that I'd been like this so  long, 
that even though my own memories had been returned, I still had  these 
habits.  Startled, I even realized that I was completely  comfortable as a 
woman.  Sure, I still felt a little odd thinking about  liking guys, but on the 
other hand, I could remember far too clearly  everything that I'd done, and 
couldn't help but smiling, thinking how  good it felt. 

	Standing up, I walked across the room, just as gracefully as I had an  
hour before, and feeling just as comfortable.  I'd already had my  adjustment 
period in this body, and knew it as if it were my own. I  smiled at that again, 
realizing that it was my own. I was completely  familiar with it, and 
completely comfortable with it. 

	Tony and Sean both looked stunned when I told them this, but in a 
way,  I guess they were probably a little relieved, knowing that I wasn't  
about to flip out completely.  Sitting back down, I sadly realized that  I 
couldn't go back to my old life, and no way in hell was I going to go  back to 
selling my body.

	I started to cry, then forced myself to stop, knowing that it would be  
useless.  When I told Sean and Tony what was wrong, they excused  
themselves, and went into the next room to talk privately for a few  minutes, 
then they came back.

	"We think we can help a little" Tony said.  "Between the two of us, 
we  can set you up a new identity, and you can finish up school"  I looked  
around, wondering if I could go back to college after what had happened,  
but realized that I had no real other choice. It was either that, or go  back to 
prostituting or stripping.  Stubbing my cigarette out, I agreed  to their plan.

 	It has now been a month since I got my mind back.  I'm going to 
school  again, pretending to be a new student and hoping that no one 
recognizes  me from my days on the street.  That would be horribly 
embarrassing if  anyone did, but fortunately, so far no one seems to have.  

	Since I'd already been a woman so long, and remembered all the 
times  I'd already had sex, I wasn't surprised that I quickly fell into the  habit 
of acting like a real woman, and I even started dating Sean  lately.  

	I've tried finding that shop again, but haven't had any luck in that  
department.  All I can do now, is go on with my new life, knowing that  it 
won't be so bad.  I still have my two best friends, and can earn  myself a 
future with a degree.  All I can really do now, is warn anyone  reading this, 
that if you see a sign reading Spells R Us, RUN the other  way.

The End