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I come to staring at Mel's ceiling, my body aching. I try to move my hand to rub my head, finding out that I couldn’t move. I try to yell out to Mel but find out the paralysis was effecting my mouth as well. Suddenly, a giant hand appeared overhead, dropping down to grasp me. The fingers wrapped around me, lifting me in the air. Mel's face came into view, though it was no longer the Mel I knew. This Mel was gigantic, ten times the size she usually was. When she spoke, her voice was loud and thunderous, almost painful to the ears. “I don’t have much time, so ill give you the short version. I’m a witch Hank, always have been. I’ve never told you for fear of how you world feel about me. That out of the way, on to the current situation. All I did was caste a simple spell, one that will transform you into new objects everyday. Luckily for you, I’m pretty good at what I do. So you’ll only transform into objects only women use, so you wont be transforming into a condom or a urinal. I also was kind enough to make it where only the women in your life will use you. The spell will last for one month, it’s the shortest time span I’m capable of. This spell traditionally used to punish people. The last parameter is that while the spell has an effect over you, I wont be aware of you, so there’s a good chance you end up under my control….once in…awhile….I hope you…have your…fun….” Her eyes suddenly seem to gloss over before clearing again, a look of confusion spreading across her face. “Why do am I talking to my… oh never mind.” She stood up and walked to her room, walking over to her bedside table and opening the drawer. I got one last look at her, my mind reeling with what she told me before rolling out of her hand and dropping me inside before closing it.