Pick your friend

At the end of the coach journey you all go into the dining room for dinner. You sit down and Jemma comes to sit next to you. She is the perfect person to include in these changes and your secret.

Jemma is 23 years old, Bisexual and stands at 5 foot 8 inches. Her hair is the typical dark brown and hangs down to the middle of her back. She has a cute face and is currently wearing large round glasses, the hipster style. She is also wearing a loose black skirt over her relatively flat arse, which reaches her ankles, and flat shoes. She has a dark green woollen jumper on over her nice C cup breasts.

“Hey you” she says sliding over to you on the bench, “we’ve been here for long enough, why haven’t you spoken to me yet?”

“No real reason” you admit, “I was just hanging out with other people”

“And looking at girls probably” she joked. You had known each other for long enough that she was comfortable making those sorts of jokes around you.

“Not gonna deny that” you said, “some girls are lookers.”

“Yup” she said nodding. Jemma was a bisexual, and you suspected it was with a leaning more towards the girls than the guys.

“Hey, Jemma, what if I were to tell you I had a magical power?” You whispered.

“I would send you to the medic. Why?” She responded, looking at you weirdly. She was resting her head in her hands looking at you now

“Because I do. I can change people”

“Oh yes?” She said, looking at you with disbelief, and with slight worry that you had gone mad, “such as?”

“Well, I can change their bodies, their minds, I can even change their clothing. And, If i wanted, I could make it so no one notices, or just a few people notice.”

“right” she said, “I do worry about you sometimes.”

“No im not lying” you insisted, “pick someone in the room, anyone, and tell me something to change about them. Make it obvious.”

“I’m not doing this” she said, getting fed up.

“No, please, for me. Jemma just pick someone.”

“Oh fine. I pick, um.” She looked around the room and then pointed, “I pick Talia.”

“Good choice” you said.

“you only say that cos you fancy her.” She joked

“Do not” you joked back, “anyway, pick a change now.”

“Fine, I dont believe you though. Um. Can you change her voice then. It sounds very masculine, give her a proper feminine voice.”

“Okay” you said, concentrating. You made it so that, unless specified, all future changes were now visible to both you and Jemma.

“Fuck off” Jemma said, listening in to their conversation, as Talias voice morphed slowly into a very feminine one. High pitched, and rather sexy. “You weren’t lying!”

She was sitting up straight no, staring at you.

“Nope” you said, smiling back, “I want to share this power with you Jemma, I think it would be fun.”

“You could do so much with this power!” She whispered, “but who can see the changes?”

“At the moment, only me and you. If I want others to see it, I can make it so.”

“Wow” she said quietly. “I need to think about some changes to do now”

“Aha, see, this is why I picked you. As soon as you know its true, you put you mind to it and start planning.”

You both sat back silently and started eating the dinner that had been brought out. You did have one slightly worry though, and that was Jemma wouldn’t be so into some of the changes you enjoyed doing. So you made one change to her, one that she would not notice. She was now like Rebecca and Naomi. Jemma was now a pervert, obsessed with tits and breasts and women’s arses, she was actually even worse than the other two girls, her mindset being like that of a teenage guy going through puberty. You made it so that this change would occur overnight, so not to really confuse her, not that she would even notice that is.

You both continued the rest of dinner as normal, not really talking about the power, but every now and then looking over at Talia ad giggling. It was a shame, Michaels original voice was now gone. Oh well.