John has some fun with Richard.

"You deleted my entire life, asshole! Put everything back the way it was." Richard yelled. He hated the sound of his new voice.

"How about, no. You can go back to normal in an instant. Dude, you're a hot chick. Let's have some fun with this. Don't you want to know what it's like to have breasts! We can be boyfriend and girlfriend. Husband and wife. It'll be fun to try out!"

"No. These are..." Richard was about to complain about his new chest when a slight shift in posture drew his attention to the face that his previously modest breast had suddenly become gigantic. "John!" Richard was panicking. He could feel his body parts shift around, his hair changing in length and color. John was playing games with Richard's body. His body morphed between female stereotypes.

"Fine. You're no fun." John rolled his eyes and Richard could feel his body's rapid changes slowly come to a stop. A shiver ran across his skin as he felt his chest slowly shrank and settled on a manageable, but still very pronounced set of female breasts. The feeling of his tee shirt rubbing against his shifting skin caused his body to twitch.

SNAP

Richard felt different, like his body was being caressed by his clothes. He looked down to see he was now wearing a tight black tank top and shorts. His hair ticked his back and he felt around to find that his hair was now being kept in a ponytail. He did not have a mirror but somewhere deep in his mind he remembered spending the morning applying make up and brushing his long, jet black hair.

John smiled at him. "You look hot. Like a coed who had a goth streak in high school. I'm into that moody, bad girl thing."

"It's better than looking like a bimbo, but it's still really fucking weird. I don't like this and I don't like seeing you stare at my chest." Richard tried to hide his body but he was standing in the middle of a park and his skinny arms did little to hide his new frame.

"Maybe this will change your mind." John smirked before snapping his fingers again.

Richard's pupils dilated and he instantly fell to his knees. His slender new fingers clawed at the seam of his shorts as he furiously tried to pet his new vagina. His head swirled with images of his friend's cock. He imagined John's sweaty body against his, the feeling of being penetrated by a long cock, the sound of his head knocking against a headboard. He thought about a lacy black bra he purchased a week ago and was saving in his apartment for Valentines day. He remembered losing his virginity after months of making out with John between their college classes.

SNAP

"Fuck!" Reality shifted back into focus and Richard awkwardly removed his hand from inside his new panties. "Dude, that's fucking sick. You're a psychopath."

"Aww. Come on, babe! You know you love this." John laughed as he flexed his biceps. Richard, was disgusted but he caught himself biting his lip at the sight of John's new, magically enhanced body. He wasn't sure what was real anymore.