She grabs them

She grabs the boots and says, “Mine.” With a little giggle that is cute enough that neither of you try to stop her although he does mutter something about not being drunk enough and wonders off while she is writing her new description. Finally she slides it in the little pocket and puts them on. The boots shrink down and become a huge pair of obnoxiously red tennis shoes with little white socks under them and she is suddenly dressed in a pair of slightly to tight dark orange running shorts that do little to conceal her huge package. “You can call me Biff.” She, now he says with a hearty laugh. She now stands 6’4” and is a mountain of muscle easily 300lbs or more with short and wild blonde hair. “Now be a good boy and open your mouth.” She grabs your head and drives it to her foot long veiny cock that she flops out of her shorts.

“But I don’t want.” You stammer as she rubs it all over your face.

“Come on you loved it a few minutes ago.”

“Ya I was a girl then, this is weird.”

“Oh, but you wanted to fuck me as a girl right?”

“That’s different.” You protest.

Just then as if the magic was some how talking both of you say in unison, “What if they can change both of us?”

“Oh that would be cool. I know how about I add your sexy description and put them on while you are inside me.”

You think it over and decide...