FRANCESCA
by bobby

Frank was driving down Oak Street, looking for the house where his friend 
Rick said the party would be. He couldn't wait to meet this Filipina broad 
he'd been promised would be there. He loved Asian girls, and was getting 
pretty excited. He'd always heard that they were pretty submissive and would 
basically do whatever a guy wanted, but he'd never had an opportunity to 
ever bag one. "Tonight's the night.", he smiled to himself. (As you can see, 
Frank didn't exactly possess the charm of Cary Grant.)

Before I continue, however, let's go back in time a couple of hours and catch 
up. You see, Frank just didn't respect women at all. At 22, he had had a lot 
of women, but always made sure he was gone before they woke up in the 
morning. The last thing he wanted was to have to TALK to one of them first 
thing in the morning; he had better things to do. Needless to say, after word 
got around Frank was finding it harder to get dates in the sleepy suburban 
town of Wedgewood, and slowly had to expand his territory to the 
neighboring towns, which leads us to the real story.

Frank had been down to the local mall to do some holiday shopping, with 
Christmas just a couple of weeks away. He wanted to get it done early today 
so he had time to get ready for the big party tonight in Westwick that Rick 
had told him about. Rick said a girl that worked in his office would be there, 
a hot Filipina named Francesca. Frank didn't need to hear anymore, that won 
him over right there. The icing on the cake was that Francesca had only been 
in the States for a short time and hadn't met anybody yet, she was pretty shy, 
so Frank figured this one was in the bag already. 

Anyway, I digress. As Frank wandered the mall, he realized he needed just 
one more gift, but he couldn't figure out what to get. None of the stores had 
anything more in which he was interested. Just as he was about to give up 
and leave, he noticed a new shop in one of the less traveled side corridors in 
the mall. "Spells R Us?", Frank thought. "I've gotta check this place out."

He opened the old-fashioned door(how many mall stores had wooden 
doors?) and heard a bell jingling as the door closed behind him. "Man, what a 
funky place this is!", he thought, as he looked at the shelves full of all kinds 
of junk, covered in about three feet of dust.

"Well, it may be funky, Frank, but it's my place and it's a living."

Frank jumped about a foot in the air, he could have sworn that old man 
appeared out of nowhere. He was dressed in an old cotton bathrobe with a 
bunch of weird symbols and what not, with a goofy looking pointy hat. Even 
weirder, though, was that he knew Frank's name, and even WEIRDER than 
that was the fact that Frank hadn't spoken that line out loud. "How did you 
know my name?", Frank asked incredulously.

"I know a lot of things, Frank, but never mind that. What can I do you for 
today?", the old man asked.

"I need a gift."

"For the girl at the party tonight?", the old man asked with a twinkle in his 
eye.

"Uh..", Frank was kind of freaked out by what this old guy knew, and was 
getting pretty uneasy, but then said, "Well, no actually, but now that you 
mention it I am really interested in bagging this chick, so that might be a good 
idea." "Why would I tell a complete stranger something like that?", he 
thought to himself, shocked as he was.

The old man went on without missing a beat. "Just what I thought, Frank. 
Shouldn't you kind of get to know her first, though?"

"No, I'm not interested in her life story, I just want some action." "What the 
hell am I saying?", he thought again, but he just seemed to want to speak the 
truth to the old man. The old man paused a second and said, "O..K.., if 
that's what you want I think I have something that'll serve you right, er, 
well. Can you hold on for a second? I'll be right back." He disappeared into 
the storage room in back.

Frank stood there stunned, as he thought about what just transpired. "I'm like 
Jim Carrey in 'Liar, Liar', I have to tell the truth to this nut."

After what seemed an hour, Frank just wanted to leave, but something made 
him wait until the old man came back with a dusty box.

"This should do the trick for you, Frank." He handed him the box. Frank 
opened it and found nothing but a piece of paper inside, with a bunch of 
writing on it in a Gothic style.

"What is this?"

"It's a spell," the old man replied. "It'll make you very attractive so that you 
shouldn't have any trouble accomplishing your goal tonight."

"Spell? What are you talking about?"

"Well, since you've been a little slow on the uptake, Frank, I'll tell you. You 
see, I'm a wizard, and all these items you see around here are magical. My 
job is to supply my customers with whatever is necessary to fill their needs."

"Come on, man. Just because you dress like Merlin doesn't make you a 
wizard!", Frank scoffed.

"Well, Frank, I thought you might feel that way so I'll make you a deal. That 
particular spell normally costs $50. I'll give you that spell for free, so you 
can try it and see if it works. If it does, you can come back tomorrow and pay 
me the money. If it doesn't work, you owe me nothing and we're square. Do 
we have a deal?"

Frank thought for a second, and said, "I still think this is crazy, but it can't 
hurt. I'll try it." 

"Good. Just read the directions on the paper, follow them exactly, and you're 
home free."

"OK.", said Frank and took the box home. He didn't notice the shop fade 
away as he walked toward the mall door. 

When he got back he started getting ready for the party, which didn't take 
long because all he wore was a flannel shirt and a pair of jeans, with his 
everyday work boots (Frank wasn't much into fashion, either, which didn't 
help his love life.). He read the spell, which was very simple and easy to 
follow: it just involved a couple of lines he had to repeat three times, some 
gibberish about seeking the help of the sprits, or something like that. He felt 
kind of foolish doing it, but thought he had nothing to lose anyway. When he 
finished, a wind came up out of nowhere, and blew through his bedroom, 
and the writing on the paper glowed with a pink light briefly, then it was 
over. He ran to the mirror to see if he looked any different, but noticed 
nothing. "Just what I thought.", he said disgustedly to himself. Then he 
noticed a line of fine print at the bottom of the page:'Please allow two to three 
hours for this spell to take effect.'. "Yeah right, we'll see."

---

That brings us up to the present, as Frank found the house he was looking 
for. There were a ton of cars parked in the street, so he had to park three 
blocks away and walk back. He noticed Rick's car as he made his way back 
to the house. As he stepped inside, he found the house was full of people. He 
searched the rooms until he found Rick.

"Frank, glad you could make it."

"Thanks, Rick. Is your friend here yet?", Frank asked hopefully.

"No, but she will be. She was looking forward to being here."

"OK, I'm gonna grab a beer and I'll be right back."

Frank pushed his way through the crowd and was wondering if anything was 
happening yet, it had been about two hours now since he recited the spell. He 
passed a mirror in the hallway and took a look but nothing seemed different. 
"Maybe I stay the same, but she'll just think I'm really attractive.", he 
thought, then asked someone where he could find the keg so he could get a 
beer. Just as he got over to where the keg was, Frank suddenly became very 
light-headed and nauseous, and ducked ran into the bathroom. Locking the 
door behind him, he leaned back against the door and closed his eyes, hoping 
this awful feeling would go away. After a minute or so he actually did feel a 
little better, and he turned on the water to splash his face to cool down a little 
bit. As he toweled off, he happened to glance at the mirror over the sink, and 
noticed something very peculiar: his hair appeared to be turning black. As he 
watched he could see his roots darken, then it spread out from his scalp. It 
now appeared to be not so much black as a very dark brown, and soon his 
formerly blond hair was totally brown.

Frank closed his eyes and shook his head, trying to clear the vision from his 
mind, but when he looked again the blond was still gone. "What the hell?! 
This is impossible!", Frank said to himself, but unfortunately it was reality.

Another reality struck as he noticed that the vanity was moving closer to him, 
or rather he was moving closer to it. He was shrinking, and had already lost 
about 4 inches of height. He wanted to turn and bolt out of the bathroom, but 
found himself transfixed as he watched his reflection in the mirror sink lower 
and lower.

Not only that, but his skin was starting to look tanned, which would be fine 
if it was July, but considering it was mid-December, it was a little unusual. 
Also unusual was the fact the tan was deepening.

Frank had now stopped shrinking, after losing a foot from his original 6' 2" 
height. His shirt hung on him like a tent, and he had to hold his jeans and 
underwear up to keep them from dropping around his ankles. He had also 
lost, and was still losing, muscle mass. His arms were becoming very slim, 
and as he felt his legs through his extremely baggy jeans he knew his once 
muscular legs were following suit; they were much softer.

His hands also were getting more and more delicate, as his fingers were now 
thin and appeared to be getting longer. His fingernails were likewise growing 
and were now about half an inch long.

"This can't be happening, I'm going crazy! What's happening to me? I'm 
turning into a chick!"

His skin was now a rich coffee-and-cream color and had gotten very soft; his 
whiskers were completely gone as well as all his body hair. And regarding 
his hair, it was now growing and reaching his shoulders, then it was past his 
shoulder blades, and had gotten much thicker and shinier.

His once prominent Adam's apple was gone, his neck was much slimmer and 
more feminine. "My God, I really am turning into a woman!" he exclaimed, 
his voice now a husky female voice. As he said this he felt a tingling in his 
chest. "No, not that!"

But his worst fears were realized as he pulled his shirt out and saw his 
areolas about the size of silver dollars, sitting atop small but distinct breasts, 
that were steadily pushing further and further out. Suspecting what else was 
changing, he slid his hands down his sides and felt his torso taper down to a 
waspish waist, then flare out to hips that were wide and getting more so.

A quick check verified his equipment was still there, but was diminishing as 
he watched.

His hair was now down to the small of his back, and was even fuller than 
before.

"What am I going to do?" he said as he shuddered at the sound of his now 
lighter, sultry feminine voice.

What was funny was that his face was still the same, albeit with no facial 
hair, but even that was changing now, as his cheekbones seemed to rise and 
become more prominent, and his jaw was taking on a less square and more 
rounded appearance. His once thin lips were becoming full and shapely, and 
his eyes, once a light brown, were becoming very dark, almost black. They 
were becoming almond shaped, as his nose became smaller and slightly 
flatter. His lips were now incredibly full and sexy, and had a pouty look to 
them.

Then, his clothes started to change right before Frank's eyes. They first 
shrank to match his new body size, then began to alter shape. His jeans 
started to grow shorter, revealing more and more of his smooth brown legs. 
He could see they still retained some muscle tone, but were definitely more 
shapely than muscular. At the same time, his shirt sleeves were now gone 
and his shirt was becoming a pale blue spaghetti strap top with a low-cut 
neckline revealing the cleavage between his now C-cup breasts, which he 
could feel were now restrained by a bra. The top fused with the jeans which 
became the same color blue, while the legs fused together to from a dress that 
was short and getting shorter, now at about the mid-thigh level. His work 
boots had also changed into matching blue pumps with 3-inch heels, and he 
stood wobbling as he tried to adjust to them.

Frank felt through the dress below his waist and realized whatever had been 
down there before was now history.

"My God, I can't be seen like this? What's everyone at the party going to 
think?" he said in his now melodic, breathy high voice.

It appeared the change was almost complete, as he surveyed himself in the 
mirror. He was a gorgeous Asian girl, about his same age of 22, and was a 
total knockout. His hair was now a deep brown streaked with lighter brown 
highlights, straight as could be down to his well-padded, round derriere. His 
hair framed an exquisite face with dark, almond-shaped exotic eyes framed 
by thin delicate eyebrows. Gold loops, about and inch in diameter, now hung 
from his ears. His nose was now small and delicate, just a little flatter than 
before, and his lips were fuller than any he had seen before, parting slightly 
as his breath quickened, realizing how hot he had become. His form-fitting 
dress accentuated his now D cup breasts, his bra pushing them up to reveal 
deep cleavage, although they apparently didn't need much help. His figure 
was a curvy 36-22-38, shown off very well by the tight dress. The blue was 
a perfect complement to his deeply tanned skin. The dress stopped just above 
mid-thigh, not short enough to show anything, but pretty close. His long legs 
were encased in sheer pantyhose, and seemed to take forever to get down to 
his small feet in those high heels. A gold bracelet now rested above his right 
ankle, a couple of bracelets graced his wrists and his nails were now about an 
inch long and a deep burgundy.

"I'm freaking gorgeous!" he exclaimed in that same high voice, but now it 
seemed he had picked up a slight accent, he wasn't sure what it was but it 
was unmistakable. 

"That spell must have caused this?" he asked himself as he noticed the accent 
was deepening, and his thoughts were beginning to change. He started to 
forget things about his life that were second nature and started to think about 
men. Men? He shuddered as he wondered why he would be thinking like 
this, but then it started to feel OK, and he thought about a cute guy he had 
seen just outside before he had come into the bathroom.

"Why can't I remember my name?" he asked his reflection with a heavy 
accent, although he didn't realize it since it sounded normal now, after all, he 
was from the Philippines, why wouldn't he speak this way? 

Then she remembered, her name was Francesca, and she was invited to this 
party by one of her co-workers at the salon. She had only been in the U.S. 
for about six months, and being kind of shy she hadn't yet met anyone 
outside of work. Her friend Rita said this would be a good place to meet 
some good-looking guys, so she agreed to go even though she was still kind 
of nervous about it.

She picked up the black handbag that had just materialized on the vanity in 
front of her and pulled out her makeup case for a touch-up. "How could I 
have gone out like this with no makeup on?", she asked herself in her native 
Tagalog. She proceeded to expertly apply her eyeshadow and mascara(after 
she worked in a beauty salon, she'd better be pretty good with makeup!), 
using a discreet dark eyeshadow, then applied lipstick to match her nail color. 
"At least my nails still look pretty good.", she said with some relief. Her 
complexion was flawless enough not to need too much else, although she did 
apply a little blush to add some color. When she was done, she stood back 
and admired her handiwork. "Damn I'm good!", she giggled to herself. 
"Now it's time to meet that cutie out there!". She did a final appraisal of 
herself, and tugged the hem of her dress to make sure it was covering what it 
should. She was glad Rita had picked this outfit out at Macy's for her, she 
was definitely a knockout in it, although she normally wouldn't dress this 
provocatively.

"Knock 'em dead, Fran!" she smiled to herself and spun around to open the 
door, giving her firm rear end a quick check in the mirror as she did so.

---

The wizard smiled as he turned off the magic mirror he used to watch how 
some of his customers used their purchases and went back to checking the 
inventory in the back room. He didn't realize he'd spent that much time 
keeping tabs on Frank/Francesca, but it made his day. "That's one more pig 
who won't be bothering anyone anymore.", he chuckled to himself. The day 
had started out slow, but at least he was able to contribute something to 
society before closing time.

(end)