Becoming a Blonde, Blue-eyed, Buxom, Bimbo

A Spells R Us story by Yvonne Moore

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Monica wondered as she remembered the tales she'd heard concerning the 
Sigma Beta Beta sorority.  If you believed what circulated through the rumor 
mill, then Sigma Beta Beta owed its very existence to the old man and his 
"Spells R Us" shop.  Now that was downright really silly and totally 
unbelievable. Just what could one old man possibly have done to justify the 
spread of that kind of rumor with the sorority housing the hottest babes on 
campus.

Monica had a huge crush on Mike, the football jock.  She was obsessed, and 
had to make him pay attention to her. She was desperate! Desperate enough 
to try and find that old man and his  "Spells R Us" shop. 

How would Mike, notice Monica, she was short, about 5ft. 3 in., latin, dark 
skinned with curly hair, dark brown eyes and she didn't have what you 
would call "a great body". As a matter of fact she was a little overweight and 
had a very flat chest. Besides she knew Mike only fell for blue-eyed blonde 
amazon, bimbos, not very smart, or "complicated" as Mike often said. 

That Saturday morning, Monica, and her best friend Patty were at the mall 
searching for "the" famous store.  "Spells R Us !" Monica read on the 
slightly faded sign over the door.  "We found it !" The window displays were 
an strange mix of curious, masks, clothing, paintings, and other odds and 
ends.

The old man smiled as he heard the familiar tinkle of bells over the old stores 
wooden door. He looked up to see two young women walking through the 
door. "Why, hello Monica, Patty, how are you girls this morning"?

The two young women looked at each other and at the old man behind the 
counter. Was he actually wearing a bath robe? Then Patty went to say "how 
did you know our names.", but was cut off by the old man. "I know lots of 
things, have you looked around my shop, I am a wizard, and I know you 
two girls are here to see if I can assist Monica in getting a certain date".

"Yes!", replied Monica, "I want to change my appearance!". 

The wizard answered : "Do you think that by changing your looks, you 
would get what you really want ?" 

"I think so!", said Monica "I am sure that I know what Mike likes, and I am 
positive that he would fall for my personality if I had the right looks". 

The old man replied : "I think I can find the right thing for you. What exactly 
did you have in mind ?" 

"She wants to be a buxom blonde bimbo !" exclaimed Patty giggling. 

"Not exactly," said Monica, "I want to be a tall, very well endowed blonde 
bombshell, with Scandinavian features." 

"Ah !" exclaimed the wizard, "My specialty, and I have just the thing for you, 
my dear !" 

He opened a drawer, took out a wooden box, and opened it. The contents 
revealed many small glass bottles of which he carefully picked one out. It 
was filled with a bright pink fluid. "Here we are, Monica, one drop of this 
potion will physically transform anyone into an amazing blonde bombshell 
for an entire day." 

"But, the changes will only be, as you requested, in appearance. Your mind, 
actions, desires, thoughts, etc. will remain unchanged. You will be the same 
person but with another body. This bottle has about a three or four month 
dose, give or take a few days."

"How much !" said an excited Monica. 

"For you my dear, only $50 bucks" answered the wizard. 

Without hesitating, Monica opened her purse and took out her wallet. If that 
fluid did what the wizard said it did, this was a bargain.

As the wizard handed the bottle to Monica, he warned : "There are a few 
instructions you must follow closely. First, you have to empty the fluid in a 
glass of water and chill it. As soon as it begins to freeze drink it fast. You can 
use it all, or use small doses, and save some magic potion for later".

The girls thanked the wizard and left the mall. They couldn't stop wondering 
if the potion would work but they went straight home to try it out.

Monica and Patty shared an apartment with Al, Patty's brother. As soon as 
they got home Monica nervously emptied the contents of the bottle in a glass 
and filled it with water, then she carefully placed it in the freezer. They 
figured they should discuss what clothes they would buy while they waited 
for the potion to chill. They went to Patty's room and started talking. 

Monica said "Let me see if the potion works first, then we'll both go to the 
mall and pick out some sexy clothes". "Revealing clothes that I wouldn't dare 
wearing with this flat chest" she said while taking her hands to her chest. 
They both burst out in laughter.

A few minutes later, while the girls were still talking in Patty's room, Al's 
cousin, James entered the apartment. He had just finished playing a tennis 
match in the courts next to the apartment and figured that he could quench his 
thirst in his cousin's place. James was 25 years old, he had finished college a  
couple of years ago but really enjoyed coming back to the campus to work 
out and play some tennis. 

He was about 6 ft 1 in. tall,  he had short dark brown hair and was thin but 
very athletic. James opened the freezer and saw a big glass of water filled 
with what seemed like bright pink lemonade. Without hesitating he took the 
glass and drank all of its contents, down to the last drop. Then sat down in 
the kitchen table. 

"That lemonade sure tasted a bit sour" he thought. A few seconds later he 
started feeling a bit strange, like if his blood were starting to boil and began to 
feel a little light headed. He stood up, leaning on his chair and thought ; "I'll 
better go to Al's room and lie down for a while".

As James entered his cousin's room and closed the door he was feeling 
worse. He sat on the bed and took off his sneakers and socks. Thinking he 
was going to be sick he hurried to the bathroom and leaned on the sink. 

"What..." he exclaimed to himself as he stared at the face looking back at him 
from the mirror.  It was his face, but his hair was wrong.  It wasn't curly, or 
dark brown.  Or conservatively short.  His hair seemed to start becoming 
much lighter - blonde?  In the front, bangs dropped to just above his 
eyebrows, while the sides hung just below his earlobes, straight except for a 
slight upcurl at the ends.  Was it his imagination, or was it growing even as 
he looked at it?  And his facial hair seemed to be falling off.  He touched his 
cheek, even as more hairs fell from his face!

Something was wrong!  Something was seriously wrong.  James composed 
himself and marched out of the bathroom, pausing briefly to turn on the light. 
Odd, he thought, the lightswitch seemed a bit higher.  He had to look to 
ensure he got the switch on.  And he saw his hand.  James' mouth dropped 
open in shock. Slowly, he lifted both hands in front of his face.  The fingers 
seemed finer, and more delicate.  And his fingernails!  They were about a 
quarter inch long. James stared at them, stunned and confused.

As he passed the dresser mirror, he noticed something out of the corner of his 
eye.  His profile was wrong.  He froze, mid-stride, and turned his head, 
deliberately keeping his profile in the mirror. The well-muscled chest wasn't 
stretching his T-shirt taught anymore.  His chest was smaller, except for ...  
James gasped as he frantically grasped for his T-shirt.  The smaller fingers 
and long fingernails slowed him - he suffered a pair of small, self-inflicted 
scratches as he pushed his T-shirt against his skin.

James stared down, between the light hair dangling from his head, and over 
the top of the T-shirt.  Gone were the large pectoral muscles.  The large chest 
he had worked so hard to build was smaller, shrunken.  And protruding from 
each side were ... James gasped.  His nipples were larger.  He looked closer. 
Surely he was seeing things!  No, they were larger!  Larger, pink, and jutting 
forth!  James thought for a moment, and remembered well exploring the girls 
in school as they matured, and remembered how their breasts grew - first the 
nipples expanded, and small mounds pushed them up, then the tissue around 
the nipples began to swell outward, still pushing the nipples forth - little 
cone-shaped titties at first, until they quit growing outward, and filled and 
rounded.  That's what he had on his chest - cone-shaped little-girl nipples! 
He stood, transfixed, staring at his chest, watching as they slowly, very 
slowly, pushed further and further out as the nipples got bigger and bigger. It 
was like watching a horror movie, where the man morphs into a werewolf, 
but this was real, and James seemed to be morphing into a girl! Putting his 
hands to his small breasts, he actually felt them getting larger in his hands. 
He glanced back up, and saw that his hair now fell to his shoulders. His lips 
- look at them! - were they actually getting fuller and more sensuous?

James felt something in his shorts, and recoiled in horror.  He practically 
leaped to the bathroom. He felt his T-shirt getting tight, staring down as his 
growing breasts and feeling the fabric stretching closer and closer to its 
limits.  He stood in shock, seeing the  nipples pushing out through the cloth.  
The tightness across his  chest was getting worse. It grew more 
uncomfortable, but he was too afraid to take his T-shirt off.

 Gasping, James noticed how thin his waist had become.  Posing in front  of 
the mirror again, he saw that his eyes had changed, turning from their normal 
brown color, to a light blue, and that his eyelashes had at least doubled in size 
and turned thick and curled. Smiling, he didn't even recognize the smile. He 
opened his mouth, seeing that all his teeth had changed.  Now they were 
straight and even.  Very odd, he thought.  He looked again at his fingernails, 
now longer and well shaped. 

James pulled his T-shirt up, and stared momentarily.  His (?) breasts had 
grown more - now the nipples, big, rosy pink, and round, were projecting 
forth on still-swelling breast tissue, now round- shaped, but continuing to fill 
out.  Uncertainly, James dropped his gaze, and fighting the clumsiness of the 
long fingernails, tugged at the lace on his shorts. 

Finally, he got it loose, and pulled down his shorts.   As his shorts dropped 
around his ankles, James saw the familiar bulge in his underwear. He felt his 
boxer shorts begin to strain as his hips grew wider and a small male ass 
ballooned into a full, round posterior! But then his eyes narrowed, and he 
looked in the mirror for a better view.  Yes, there was the bulge of his penis 
in his shorts.  But was it .. smaller?  No! James tried to reassure himself, 
without success.  James yanked his shorts down, scratching himself with his 
long fingernails once again.  He stared at the dick as it flopped free of the 
confining shorts.  Yes, it was still there, but it was smaller.  Definitely 
shorter and thinner! James grabbed it to feel his member. Involuntarily, in 
response to whatever was happening to him, it began to erect, and he felt the 
welcome swelling as his dick straightened.  He felt it straightening, at least.  
But visibly, it was no larger.  In fact, it was shrinking more!  And faster!  
James grasped his shaft firmly, as if by holding it he could stop the changes, 
but even as he held firmly, he felt it continuing to shrink! Now it was no 
more than an inch and a half long! Fully erect! He couldn't find his testicles! 
In the mirror, he saw the loose folds of his scrotum lifting, shrinking!  
Desperately, he pressed the loose folds of skin, but he couldn't find them!

Finally, his fingers found something firm within the tiny scrotum! Smaller, 
but firm like his nuts.  As he pressed the skin to feel the testicle, he felt it 
pulling away, upward.  He grasped again, and thought he had hold of it, but 
he felt it still pulling upward, until finally it seemed to pull through the inner 
muscles and vanish inside his body!  He stood there, holding on to the empty 
scrotal sac with one hand, and then noticed that it was still shrinking.  He 
shifted his gaze from the mirror directly down to his crotch, and found to his 
amazement that his view was practically obstructed by his big breasts!   They 
were much larger now - larger, rounder and fuller, and swaying with his 
every motion! James took his T-shirt off, staring at his breasts.  He was 
amazed.  They were the size of big cantaloupes, and seemed to still be 
growing.

James ignored the seductive breasts. His penis was now a shadow of its 
former self, now less than an inch long, and still shrinking!  He stared down, 
dumbfounded, watching the skin around his dick folding, forming, shaping, 
until it was neatly tucked within the V formed by two neat folds of skin.  And 
still the skin was changing.  James shifted his grip on what was left of his 
penis - now only half an inch long, and felt a strange sensation.  James 
leaned back against the counter and peered forward.  He couldn't quite make 
out what all the changes were, so he opened his legs. 

"Oh, my god!" he exclaimed softly, then widened his eyes with shock. 
"What the hell?"  James' voice was impossible in his ears - soft and 
unbelievably high pitched.  

He shook his head, to clear his ears, hoping beyond hope that he hadn't 
heard his own voice correctly. While James shook his head wildly, his hair 
was whipping back and forth.  He saw  out of the corner of his eye that it had 
turned all the way blonde, platinum blonde. 

He turned his attention back to his crotch.  He couldn't see clearly, so he 
reached down and felt his crotch.  He found what felt to his experienced hand 
like vaginal lips; he peered down more intently - thankfully the hair on his 
waist and stomach had fallen off, giving him a clearer view. Thankfully?  As 
he dreaded, he was right!  What he felt were vaginal lips!  In his crotch! He 
separated them, and stared at the pink tissue between them. Surprisingly, but 
not, James found his inner lips, and neatly tucked between them, in the V at 
the top, the remains of his dick, now looking more like a clitoris than 
anything! Horrified, James couldn't stop his hand from continuing the 
exploration. To his dread, but expected by now, James found, between the 
inner lips, a vagina, and his finger, without any conscious thought by James, 
exploring the opening.

James wanted to scream.  He looked back in the mirror.  It was no longer 
James Moore staring back at him - it was a young woman.  His heavy long, 
platinum blonde hair, hung below his shoulders.  His lips were full and 
sensual, and his face was rounder, less angular, with visibly softer, lighter, 
smoother skin.  His nose - smaller, narrower, slightly upturned, and the 
bump (a result of a soccerball) was gone! His cheekbones were much more 
defined, higher, and his eyes, once brown, were big, light blue! Outlined by 
the longest, fullest, eyelashes he'd ever seen. He had the face of an angel! 

His eyes were immediately drawn to his chest, which was mammoth! He saw 
his breasts, hanging plump and full, round and inviting. His nipples were big 
and round, capping the huge tits! His hands reached up automatically, 
cupping and cradling the breasts, and his fingers began to roll and caress the 
nipples.  James was surprised when the nipples almost immediately puffed 
out, erect and aroused, and he felt within his crotch a new, strange, and 
wonderfully warm sensation.  He closed his eyes for a moment, his mouth 
dropping open slightly as his head tilted up.  He felt his hairtips brush his 
back. The sensations were wonderful, and he almost lost himself.   

He had at least an 43 inch bust, and a cup size of DD or DDD. As hard as it 
was to peel his eyes away from those fabulous tits, he forced himself to 
survey the rest of his or now "her" body.  It was just as magnificent, being 
slender, and outrageously shapely. Then his hands and gaze moved on, 
continuing the exploration of the body he was in.  His 23in. wasp-like waist 
was unbelievably narrow, and flat tummy, with well-toned abdominal 
muscles.  His wide hips flared generously from beneath his waist, his 
voluptuous butt was extremely fleshy and very firm. 

"Shit, my ass sticks out a good 5 in from my backside and is shaped like 
someone cut a giant teardrop upside down into to pieces and applied them to 
my backside. Maybe 37?" James thought.  He turned slightly to the side, and 
gazed at a full, round, firm, sexy tush sticking out in a very exaggerated 
fashion. Then he turned back, and stared at his blonde crotch as his fingers 
separated the lips and displayed his pussy.

His pussy?? James was an incredibly gorgeous woman! An Amazon! That 
much was undeniable. Maybe 22 years old. At least 5ft. 11in. He continued 
his downward gaze, and saw that his feet were smaller, more graceful.  His 
legs - seemed endless, less muscular, and much, much more curvy.  They 
were also incredibly smooth, his leg hair having fallen off sometime during 
the change.  Out of curiosity, James lifted his arm, knowing even before he 
looked that his armpit was clean-shaven.  He dropped his arm, and felt his 
breast jiggle, a unique and novel sensation.  He bounced himself up, and felt 
his boobs bouncing in response, tugging slightly at his chest and shoulder 
muscles as they swayed and bounced. It felt... very strange. He tried it again, 
curious at the new sensation.  Then he turned quickly from side to side, and 
watched, horrified, as his breasts swung like pendulums, swaying 
seductively back and forth.

But this was crazy !!! How could this have happened!!! As he saw himself, 
he thought that this was by far the sexiest, most gorgeous woman he had ever 
seen! He just couldn't stop staring at this amazing young woman, running his 
fingers through his long hair, feeling and massaging his massive breasts, 
experimenting with how they hung, how they felt swinging, bobbing, and 
jiggling. He just couldn't believe that this extremely voluptuous girl's body 
was now his own.

Meanwhile, the girls were walking excitedly towards the kitchen when they 
saw the empty glass. Then, they saw James' familiar bag with his racket, and 
Patty said : "No!".  "It can't be!" Monica shrieked. Without saying a word 
they both rushed over to Al's room and tried to open the door, it was locked, 
then they started knocking.

Inside the room, James, hearing the knocks, horrified pulled up his shorts, 
and as he pulled them up he felt them stretching to their limits with his new 
plump butt. Then he instinctively grabbed a towel and covered his large 
boobs.

 The girls were still knocking and Patty started shouting: "James, is that you? 
Are you all right? James ???" Then Monica started saying: "James, I know 
it's hard to believe, but, if you drank the pink fluid, and it worked, and you 
changed into a girl, please open the door!" Patty added: "Yes James, that is a 
potion that we got from a wizard, we know were he is, and we can take you 
to him !" "He can help you, please open!!!" "James, please open!"

Then, the girls heard a very feminine voice coming from inside the room... 
"I'm coming". James still couldn't believe that this sexy soft voice was his 
own.

Amazing as it seemed to James, this was the only explanation, and even if he 
was terribly embarrassed by the fact that they were going to see him as a girl, 
he reluctantly opened the door. 

When the girls entered the room, they couldn't believe what they saw. A 
stunningly gorgeous, tall, blonde, covering her chest with a towel, wearing 
skintight shorts. James was even more embarrassed by the face of both Patty 
and Monica. 

"She is a fucking knockout!!!!!" Patty said excitingly. Monica was simply 
speechless, just thinking that this was the ideal body she was looking for. 
This exceeded her expectations by far.

"Change me back!!" James shrieked with his new sexy voice. Then the girls 
started explaining everything to James. When they finished, James said: 
"OK, then, -like-, lets go to the mall, and -like- change me back". 

"OK," - Patty replied - "but first let me get you some clothes". As Patty 
rushed to her room for some clothes for James, Monica started asking 
questions: "Tell me James, how do you feel ? Did the transformation hurt ?" 

"-Like- not at all," - answered James - "it didn't hurt a bit, but, it does -like- 
feel very weird". As he answered, he sat down on a wooden chair in Al's 
room, still holding the towel against his mammoth chest, he felt like if he was 
sitting on a pillow, but then he realized it was his wide, plump, round butt. 

Patty returned with a pair of panties, a bra, sneakers, gray jogging pants, a 
matching sweatshirt and a pair of socks.     When he talked, the girls noticed 
how sexy his voice was and that he was using simple words. James told 
them ; "I can still -like- think normal, but the big words -like- don't want to 
come out". "And I can't stop -like- talking like a bimbo".

Both girls begged James to take show them his or now "her" entire body. At 
first James refused, but he later thought; " It's not my body anyway, and 
besides I'm letting other girls see me. Other girls?!!" 

When James dropped the towel Monica's and Patty's jaws dropped as well. 
James had become a blonde of impossible proportions. Her breasts were 
simply huge, their firmness causing them to thrust outward forcefully, and 
yet her waist was the smallest they had ever seen on a woman. Her hips 
swelled out to delightful proportions, and her legs were as long and sexy as 
any woman ever had before. 

James started walking around a bit and said: "It still feels -like- very weird, -
like- my hips seem massive and these -like- bounce at the slightest 
movement, " He glanced down. "It -like- feels as if my boobs and ass 
continue moving even if I stop!" 

When they finished admiring James' new body, Monica said teasingly: "Well 
James it seems as if you need two things: first, you need a girls name, we 
cannot call you James in public, and second you need a bath urgently!" 

"Yes" Patty replied, "While you take a shower we'll choose a nice name for 
you my dear". They both giggled. Reluctantly, James agreed that he really 
needed a shower. All the transformation process and the tennis match before 
made him sweat considerably. 

Patty handed James his clothes and he went into Al's bathroom for a shower. 
Inside the bathroom he locked the door. As he walked to towards the shower 
he saw himself or now "herself" in the full length mirror, stopped, and 
admired the stunning beauty of his new body, then he continued walking as 
felt his voluptuous butt swaying side to side with every step.  He opened the 
shower and soaked for awhile, then remembered to start washing. He slowly 
rubbed the soapy rag over his shoulder, then down over his large breasts, 
finding it sort of erotic and very weird. He found washing his hair was rather 
annoying though, taking a large amount of shampoo and a long time to rinse. 
He also found it very strange washing a flat crotch and preferred not to 
explore his pussy, for now at least. Finally though he was finished, and 
stepped out of the shower, drying himself off, which also felt very strange.

Shrugging, which caused his boobs to jiggle a bit, James picked up the 
panties and bent over to pull them on.  He felt the fabric stretch practically to 
its limits. As he did so, his wet platinum blond hair fell forward again, and he 
felt his boobs dangling, tugging heavily at his chest rhythmically as they 
swung, this felt really bizarre.

Then James picked up the bra and held it up. He just couldn't believe he was 
actually going to wear this. The bra's fastener was in front between the cups. 
First, he placed his arms through the straps, then tried to fasten the bra in the 
front, but it was too small for his mammoth chest. Exhaling all the air out of 
his lungs and, staring between his enormous boobs, he barely managed to 
fasten the strap. It was way too tight. He tried to fix it, arranging each breast 
to see how they were fitting in the cups. James stepped to the mirror and 
gasped. No, that wasn't right.  Obviously the bra was way too small, he 
needed much, much bigger cups. His tits were overflowing everywhere. 
James frowned. He took off the bra and put on the sweatshirt, although it 
was skintight and probably  three sizes too small, this was much more 
comfortable. 

The thing that kept bothering him was the long hair, he was used to short hair 
all his life and he kept brushing the long hair away from his face. Then he 
stepped into the jogging pants, they were also skintight, especially around the 
butt, and too short. Then he put the socks on, and amazingly the sneakers felt 
just right. 

Once again James looked at his reflection in the mirror, he was beautiful.  
No, that wasn't right. He was gorgeous.  He?  She?  Whatever he was, he 
knew that if he were a man seeing this woman, he'd be horny. 

When he stepped out from the bathroom, with the bra in his hand, Monica 
looked at James and said: "Don't worry if those clothes are not the right size, 
they're only temporary, we'll take you to the magic shop and change you to 
your old self right away, besides, we have chosen the perfect name for you 
James Moore, your new name is - Yvonne Moore - get it? -Even More-." 
Both girls laughed.

James replied in a very serious tone: "-Like- whatever. You girls are -like- 
taking me to see this wizard and he'll change me right back. -Like- am I 
right?" "Yes," Monica said: "Let's go to the mall and change Yvonne back, 
because that's the exactly the appearance I want."

When they were about to leave, James said: "-Like- can you girls help me 
with this hair? It -like- gets in my face all the time." Monica and Patty looked 
at each other and nodded. They blow dried and brushed Yvonne's heavy long 
platinum blond hair and fixed it up in a neat high ponytail. Even if this was 
embarrassing for James, the ponytail was much more comfortable.

As they all stepped into James' car, he had to adjust the seat and mirrors, he 
fastened the tight seatbelt and felt it split his immense braless tits, he also felt, 
as he settled into the car seat, the new sensation of his very voluptuous butt 
and wide hips.  Besides he wasn't used to driving with long fingernails. 

The three girls got to the mall and started walking towards the shop. Patty, 
who was walking a bit behind Monica and James, noticed how tall Yvonne 
was and was mesmerized by the rolling action of James' firm butt and silently 
wondering how he could walk like that with so much east-west action on a 
body going north-south.

James felt as if everyone was looking at him. This was really embarrassing as 
he felt his hips sashaying side to side and his braless boobs bouncing up and 
down tugging heavily at his chest. He said in a kind of annoyed tone of 
voice: "-Like- when I walk, I feel my ass -like- swing side to side and I have 
-like- no control over it."

When they reached the spells store, Patty noticed a sign on the door that said: 
"Out to Lunch. Open from 9AM-1PM & 3PM-7PM." James stamped his foot 
on the floor and cried in his sexy voice: "Damn it! -like- I can't believe this, 
its -like- totally unreal!"  

"Don't worry James -er - Yvonne, it's only for one and a half hours. We'll 
find something to do." Patty said.  "Yeah" Monica replied. "Since that is the 
body I will change into, lets go shopping for some sexy clothes. You can be 
our model Yvonne. Besides you have to take advantage of this experience of 
being a such a knockout of a girl. It's not every day that you become a sexy 
buxom bolonde amazon."

James reluctantly agreed and they headed to a large department store. "First 
Yvonne," Monica said.  "What you desperatly  need are a good size bra and 
some panties."  

"-Like- yeah, I really -like- need support for these big jugs" James added as 
he cuped his voluptuous chest with both hands. "And -like- this cool breeze 
is -like- making my nipples hard and they're pushing out thrugh the 
sweatshirt, I feel -like- totally ridiculous."

As he walked he noticed the stares of almost everyone. When they reached 
the women's lingere department Monica and Patty started looking around 
excitedly for something Yvonne's size. Meanwhile James stood there feeling 
totally out of place. "I have a great idea Yvonne,"Monica said. "You step into 
the dresser and we'll pick out stuff and pass it to you so you can try it on."

"What cup size do you think he - sorry - she is" Patty asked. "I don't know" 
Monica responded. "Lets ask for some help." 

At the same time a middle aged woman that worked in the department store 
came over and asked: "May I help you?" 

"Yes, as a matter of fact we were about to ask for some assistance." 
Answered Patty, and said, ponting towards Yvonne. "My-er- cousin Yvonne 
is from... er... Finland, and she lost all her luggage with all her clothes. 
Could you help us find her some underwear?" 

The lady responded: "Sure, it seems as if she's needs something quite big,... 
probably a 42DD cup, and I'll bring her some matching panties."

"Thanks!" Monica replied. Monica then led Yvonne to one of the dressing 
rooms while Patty and the saleslady went for the clothes.

Monica went into the dressing room with Yvonne and different kinds of 
underwear started flowing. Until Monica held out a 43DD underwire bra 
made by OLGA and slid James' arms through the straps. James  successfully 
adjusted his boobs into the cups and Monica helped him hook the four hook 
and eye closures flat against his back. Looking in the mirror, his reflection 
was dominated my the big, white cups of the bra stretched to their capacity. 
James said: "-Like- my boobs look bigger than the cups when I'm -like- 
standing bare breasted." 

"Yes" Patty replied. "The fitter looks right, and the bra accommodates and 
supports you very well, besides the bra does lift and separate your boobs 
nicely. Don't you think?

"-Like- yeah, this totally helps to take a load off these tits," James said, as he 
cradled his boobs in his hands. 

Then he peeled off the jogging pants, then the panties, and started trying on 
new ones his own size. He tried on every kind of panties, from thongs to 
bloomers. When Monica finally chose the sexy lacy lingere she was going to 
use when she had Yvonne's appearnace, she asked Patty to go get some jeans 
and a top so that they could go on to other stores to shop for more. Patty 
returned with a pair of black jeans and a very small white top. Yvonne then 
slid into the exceedingly tight jeans (a task that required considerable effort) 
and thought: "I have the seam of my jeans going up my crack, and I my 
pussy is evidenced by the seam of the pants splitting me like a melon. I can 
feel the underwear pressing hard against my butt", then he held up the top, 
and exclaimed: "-Like- I'll never fit into this teeny little shirt, -like- especially 
with these tits." 

"Sure you will," Monica replied. "the fabric stretches, go ahead, try it on." 
Yvonne donned the top and Monica helped to align the seams. Yvonne cried: 
"God its tight, -like- you can really see -like- the lines of the bra underneath 
this. Damn, -like- my boobs are big!" Yvonne put the sneakers back on and 
they walked back towards the "Spells R Us". Everyone was staring at 
Yvonne, and when he turned his head around he could feel the movement of 
his ponytail. They stopped in a shoe store and Yvonne said: "-Like- I don't 
need shoes, -like- my foot size is the same as Patty's" "We know," Patty 
said, "but I don't have the kind of high heels you will need." Yvonne 
exclaimed: "-Like- I'll try them on, but I feel -like- strange enough already 
with this body, -like- I don't want to wear high heels." 

He tried on several kinds of shoes and finally Monica decided to buy a pair of 
black 5in. spike heels. Yvonne preferred to use the sneakers because it was 
already 3pm. He was anxious to transform back to his old self, these boobs 
were too big and his center of gravity was all wrong, besides he didn't like 
the way men stared at him.

Yvonne ran through the mall, his breasts jiggled wildly as he made his way 
towards the shop, thanking God when he saw the "Spells R Us" store was 
open. Rushing through the door, the familiar bells rang on top of the wooden 
door. "Hello again girls! All three of you!", the wizard said. He sitting 
behind the counter, fiddling with a small glass bottle filled with what looked 
to be hundreds of pink pills. 

"We have a big problem, " Monica said, "Patty's cousin, James, drank the 
whole potion and we want to turn him back to normal, besides that is exactly 
the appearance I want!" 

"-Like- what the hell happened to me?", Yvonne asked.  

The old man smiled at the sound of that breathy sexy bimboish voice. 

"You drank the whole bottle", The old man said, setting the bottle aside.  "I 
told Monica, that anyone who drank the potion would be transformed into a 
beautiful, buxom blonde, and if you drank it all, you are stuck with that 
gorgeous body for about three or four months."

"Three or four months??!!" Yvonne shouted. "-Like- do you have another 
magic potion so I can -like- get my body back?" 

The old man shook his head sadly and said: "Magic spells don't work over 
other magic spells." 

"But ...-like-- what can I do now?", Yvonne pleaded, his big blue eyes 
almost filling with tears. 

"I'm sorry.", the old man said, "Although,- there is something I can give you 
that could help to take a load off." 

"-Like- I'll take anything that can -like- help me cope with these big hooters!" 
Yvonne exclaimed. 

"If you take one of these pills you will-" Before the wizard finished the 
sentence Yvonne opened the bottle, swallowed a pill and said excitingly: "-
Like- when will I start -like- changing back to my old body."

"You didn't let me finish what I had to say," the wizard exclaimed, "the pill 
you just swallowed my dear, is called the Feminizer, and one pill lasts for 24 
hours. The effect is almost instant."

"What do you mean?" Monica asked. 

At the same time, the door opened, and a guy entered the shop asking for 
directions for the bathroom. He asked the wizard, and then he stared at 
Yvonne and said: "Hello, gorgeous!" 

"-Like- hiya there!" Yvonne answered sexily as he started to act very 
feminine. 

"What is you name?", the guy asked. 

"-Like- I'm Yvonne." He replied giggling, while playing with his ponytail. 

"What are you doing tonight, honey?" the guy asked. Patty then cut into the 
conversation and exclaimed: "She has plans, so buzz off!"

The young man looked confused, but decided to leave, the looks on Monica's 
and Patty's faces were too threatening. As he walked out of the shop he could 
not help but turning around to take one last look at Yvonne.

"-Like- what the fuck just happened here?" exclaimed James in confusion at 
his actions. "-Like- why couldn't I say what I really -like- wanted to say? 
Why did he -like- call me "gorgeous"? -Like- why did I answer to it? Why 
was I acting like a girl?"

"Calm down. All of your questions have are very simple answers, Yvonne 
dear." replied the wizard. "In the simplest of terms, that pill altered your 
physical reality. As of a few short minutes ago, the person previously known 
to everyone as James Moore simply ceased to have ever existed. He, who 
had been you, has been replaced in this altered reality with Yvonne Moore, 
who is now you."

"With the obvious exceptions of you, Patty, Monica, and me, no one else in 
this reality retains any memories of someone named James Moore, that is, 
until the pill's effect ends. Only sexy Yvonne Moore is remembered here."

"But you are also subject to another limitation. Only when anyone of us we 
are alone together with you, as we are right now, can you outwardly act and 
respond as if you were James Moore. In all other situations, like a few 
minutes ago when another person joined us, your outward personality will 
shift into that of Yvonne Moore, the girl you are in this reality, while your 
James personality can do nothing but watch through her eyes."

"Whenever your James persona is in control, you will be able to remember 
everything that Yvonne has done while she held the body's mental reins. She 
will act accordingly to her appearance. Even if you don't want to remember 
what she did. James will always be there as an observer to all of Yvonne's 
actions. But you'll be totally unable to interfere in any way with whatever she 
wants, needs, or desires."

"While Yvonne is in control, she won't have any knowledge of James, her 
constant observer. She'll act in a way totally consistent with her being 
Yvonne, just as is expected of her in this reality. You have no choice or say 
in this."

Yvonne answered in disbelief: "So, -like- does this mean that I'm -like- stuck 
as a blonde bimbo for -like- three or four months, and that -like- when I'm 
with someone other than you three people I'm -like- out of my control for the 
next -like- 24 hours?"  

"More or less, dear. You are one hell of a babe physically, but mentally you 
remain quite the man you once were." The old man replied. 

Yvonne pleaded to the wizard: "There's -like- nothing you can do?" "-Like- I 
don't want to be a girl!" 

"No, I'm sorry." The wizard replied. 

"That's -like- so totally unreal!" Yvonne said, nodding her head in disbelief. 

"Yvonne's appearance is exactly what I want!" Monica told the wizard. "Can 
you give me another dose of that magic potion?

"That was my last one, and I don't know when I'll get another one. They're 
rare." The old man said. "Although,- I have a lot of brainless bimbo spells, 
but I think that's not what you want, your mind would change while the spell 
lasts., but you would look great!"

Monica answered: "No, thank you very much, but if that's the case, I think 
we'll have our hands full helping Yvonne throughout his new found 
womanhood, but I'll come later and see if you get a new batch of potions." 

"Take the Feminizer pills, you'll probably need them." The old man said, 
handing the bottle to Patty. 

As soon as they stepped outside the shop, the girls noticed Yvonne started 
walking and acting extremely feminine. "I need -like- a dress and -like- some 
make-up I must look like hell!" Yvonne said. Monica and Patty giggled and 
decided to follow Yvonne to see what he was up to.

First Yvonne let her hair loose and headed towards the beauty salon. He had 
her hair done, her nails manicured and polished in bright red, and put some 
make-up, mascara (that made her eyelashes almost look artificial), some 
blush, and ruby red lipstick. She looked at the reflection in the mirror and 
said while arranging her long, perfectly brushed straight blonde hair: "-Like- 
that's better. Now I need -like- a nice dress." She was absolutely stunning, 
everybody looked at her constantly, and she loved it.

Monica suggested a boutique that specialized in spandex and lycra clothing. 
They chose a spandex black mini dress, and Yvonne went into the dresser. 
Since they were not alone in there, the James persona never interfered while 
he put the small dress on. It was very short, almost at the same level than the 
groin, it had a lot of cleavage, and most of all it was skintight, you could see 
every muscle moving through the cloth. He also put the high heels on. But as 
soon as Yvonne and Monica were left alone in the dresser his James persona 
came in control. 

He hated how he was dressed, the dress seemed stretched to the limits by his 
breasts and buttocks! The dress was pressing hard against his tits which were 
simply huge, their firmness causing them to thrust outward forcefully, 
overflowing the cleavage with every breath he took, and yet his waist was the 
smallest he had ever seen on a girl. His round ass ballooned out at least 5 in 
from his backside, this especially accentuated by the high heels, and with the 
micro skirt, her legs were as long and sexy as any woman ever had before.

He was about to take the dress off when somebody else entered the dressing 
room, and Yvonne took control once again. Then Yvonne, with the sexiest 
walk, Patty, and Monica, walked out into the mall and did some more 
shopping. Men just couldn't stop drooling over Yvonne, they even followed 
her around the mall.

Once they got home at night, and closed the door, and the James persona 
took control once again, he yelled: "-Like- how did you let me walk around 
dressed like this?! It's -like- if I were walking naked! -Like- look at me, I 
look like a slut! I -like- can't stand even stand myself, flirting with -like- 
every guy around and swinging this butt even more -like- when I walk! And -
like- listen to my voice! -Like- I'm a bimbo!! And -like- all the guys always -
like- look at my chest, they always look. -Like- how can I blame them, I -
like- used to do that as well. I am -like- never going to get used to it.  It's -
like-  not the same when they are your own knockers." 

"Now, though, -like- my boobs just hang off my chest as advertisements of 
what I am. In fact, my big tits are -like- always in the way of doing anything. 
-Like- it seems I can't do anything now with these two mountains of motion 
on my chest. -Like- I can't play basketball, golf, or jog anymore."  

(to be continued