At John's place, and Brett's just arrived too

John drove while Mark called Brett and made it clear that some big shit was going on. You and John were glancing back at the kitten in the back seat and each other, Mark's attempts at making it sound like life and **** and keeping certain things secret were quite amusing to hear.

"Brett's coming over right now," Mark smiled as he put down the phone.

"I noticed you managed to not mention me," You say with a hint of accusation. You're a bit nervous that you're going to make it more awkward than it already is.

"Yeah, I guess I wanted to surprise him," Mark beamed. "And see your reaction at it, which is quite amusing too," she continued.

"Bitch!" you smirk and wish Mark's outfit was a lot sluttier and that she'd know it. In a whomph she's wearing a pleated hippie top that easily revealed her stiffening nipples, the material designed to tease her a bit more than her previous pink cotton t-shirt. Instead of his pale jeans he was now wearing a pair of barely buttcheek covering cropped jeans shorts showing off his legs and crotch, his small dick making a slight bulge in the fabric.

"Holy shit! That's... awesome!" Mark squealed after a moment of shock. "And you can do stuff like that without anyone noticing, but you let me in on it?"

"That's the gist of it," You reply with a smile. "Oh, and you dress like that now all the time."

Mark had a moment to think and laughed. "Fuck, you're right, what the hell. I guess I have to be on my best behavior around you now."

"You guys are my best friends," you say with a slight tone of seriousness. "I won't go around messing with you without you being aware or being able to undo any of it."

"That's good to know," John added as he drove into his driveway and parked. "Because I've been slightly nervous we were one fight away from being turned into horse girls. You know, that weird sort."

"I think they're called dorses," You say and give them a wicked smile. Mark makes a quick search and has a giggle fit and shows the pic to John who instantly gets a face of regret at the sight. "Yeah, none of that please," he said as he got out of his car, Mark grabbing hold of his hand on the way up the walkway to his house.

"Alright, I won't turn you into dorsies. I'll put that on my list of things I can't do with you," you reply before getting out of the car yourself. As you arrive at the door, another car comes up and parks and you see it's Brett.

Since he got together with Dan, Brett has gone all out femme in his fashion and make-up choices. Not that it was hard for him. He already had pretty puffed up tits, wide hips and a very nice ass. Which currently were covered in a pink top and black leggings. Mark had made comments about the bras and the string tops, but since John usually wore them too, he had laid off.

"Just in time, Brett" Mark called out as he waved to him and Brett waved back, pausing for a moment as he noticed you were there too.

"Yeah, I was already in the car on my way to Dan's place," She explained as she came up to the doorway. John had excused himself to go in and make sure the house wasn't a total mess while you and Mark waited for Brett. "I like your outfit Mark, though... I feel it's a bit out of character... even though it isn't? Either way, what was this thing you absolutely needed me to be here for?"

"Come inside and we'll show you," Mark beamed as he took both our hands and dragged us behind him, moving into the living room. "John? You're sure the house is clear? No family in the secret dungeon listening in?"

"Looks clear," John called from upstairs, apparently making sure that was the case before arriving downstairs. "We should have the house until tomorrow.

"Cool," you and Mark said before you got caught in a loop of who should start where you both were trying to let the other go first.

"Oh fine," Mark relented after a few back and forths. "You were onto something when you complimented my outfit. It's not my normal style, bit too femme, but you probably remember me wearing these sort of things all the time, right?"

"Yeah, not that our kind isn't a pile of contradictions to begin with," Brett said in a slightly tired tone, playing along and probably wishing he was kissing Dan.

"The truth is, Luke has somehow gotten wishing powers, and as punishment for me being a bit Loki in the car femmed up my fashion taste," he explained as he sat down in the couch. "Now, I know that sounds crazy, so why don't we prove it with something dramatic," he continued and spread his legs, picking up a comb lying on the table that was conveniently hard plastic and slightly phallic.

Mark smiled and gave the handle a lick as he spread his legs, his tiny bulge slightly visible through his shorts if you knew what to look for. "Now, Luke, as an example would you mind making me a bitch? Biologically speaking, that is," she added quickly at the end, awaiting what was going to happen with glee.

"Well if you insist," you sigh and think strongly about it. 'I wish Mark become a full-blooded female, and that everyone but the four of us think that's how it's always been.'

A whomph and Marcy startled in the couch. "Fuck," she said as she slid her shorts to the side, revealing a shaved pussy. "It worked! I'm a girl!"

"What the hell?" Brett muttered.

"Dude, Mark... Marcy? is that thing real?" John asked, still a bit shocked as well.

"Well, if you don't mind me making a bit of a mess," Marcy said as she slid the comb handle down to try and penetrate herself. "Let's put Luke's pussy-magic to a test!"

As she found the right angle, she slowly slid the comb inside herself and gave it a few thrusts. "Sorry about the comb John, it's been appropriated for science and probably won't ever be the same!" she said after pulling it out and breathing a bit more heavily. "Fuck, vaginas are eager. I got a womb and ovaries too, right?"

"I'd imagine so," You admitted with a hint of uncertainty. "I sort of just went for a generic 'Make Mark/Marcy female' statement."

"I'd probably like to avoid periods and some other limitations, but we can look at that later," Marcy smiled as she put the comb back down inside herself and let it stay in there, keeping it in place with her new female muscles while one hand was curiously rubbing at the clit. "Oh my God, this thing is as sensitive as one of our nipples! Much better than those useless drooling dicks we got... well, you guys got."

"Gee, thanks for pointing out what cards we've been dealt in life, miss," John snarked and roughly rubbed one of Marcy's nipples as punishment.

"Oh, harder daddy," Marcy moaned cheekily in response, which reminded everyone of the elephant in the room. "Oh, sorry, I think I'm getting carried away here," Marcy noted and pulled the comb out and slipped her shorts back in place. "Actually, come to think of it, I'm not as horny now that I'd normally be with all of this stimulation."

"That's not exactly news," John replied. "Since puberty I have to get off twice a day to focus, and I always get awesome orgasms from nipple play."

"Same," Brett sighed. "I love it, though, but it's sort of intensive, and all the girls hate my guts."

"Same..." You add and begin to wonder... You wished for orgasm inducing nipples in the bathroom earlier today, but that was mostly for yourself... You've known your friends all your life and they've been this way since puberty, so maybe you were jealous of them? Or has something gone wrong?