Clean Slate

Ok. Focus. If I can make these things happen, I can reverse them too. At least to give me time to figure out what I want to do with these new powers and new, sexy companion.

"Your chest is back to it's natural size." I declared, feeling the tell tale heat of the ring. Like releasing an over inflated balloon, Veronica's chest quickly shrank to it's original, tiny shape before she could even say "back? Look at these things." She gestured, but she quickly realized the change. "But...I felt them... They were there..." She gave her normal bust a tentative squeeze. I started to picture myself squeezing them, changing her body to fit my whims, but I shook those thoughts quickly. I had to be sure I was in the clear.

"Go to the bedroom and forget the last 10 minutes." I commanded. I barely felt the ring's heat this time. Was I getting stronger, or is the cost determined by the order?

"You think you can just send me awa-hey!" Veronica started to chastise you, but found her body turning on its heels to leave the room. "How are you doing this? Why am I still so calm?" Her protests faded as she entered the room.

"Well, that was lame." Moped Regina, who flounced onto our couch like a dejected teen. "And I thought we were doing so well." She sighed, defeated by my caution.

"Now hold a second, genie..." I started.

"Is that the name we'll be using? I don't mind it, but most Ringmasters didn't care to be so familiar." Jeanie sits up slowly, looking me over more closely.

"I mean, aren't you a genie?" I ponder.

"Personally, I think I'm more of a Debora, but again, it's your choice." Jeanie had shifted poses about 4 times since she sat, currently she was sprawled like a centerfold model, thighs rubbing together impatiently with arms draped around her face, looking more bored than flirtatious. "You basically haven't used your powers at this point. So how about we go find some fun?" At that word, her face and tone became more suggestive, and it certainly had an effect on me, as I'm flooded with thoughts of what I can do: with Jeanie, with Veronica, with any woman.

"Fine." I surrendered. It's hard to focus when such a knockout woman looked and talked like Jeanie was to me. "But you gotta explain some more things. You're speech left a lot to be desired."

Jeanie shrugged. "No one has complained about my oral presentations before." That got my mind racing, as Jeanie puckered her full lips and blew me a slow kiss. "Ok, fine." She hopped up quickly, sending her boobs into a quick dance. "Let's hit the mall. I could use a new look. Plus we can find you some bitches. Bitches love malls." As I made a move toward the door, Veronica returned from the bedroom. I froze like a deer in headlights. This was the moment of truth.

"Why are you still here? What have you been doing for the last 10 minutes. God, if you took this long on other things, maybe we'd still be together, Petey. Now get this shit out!" I barely heard what she was saying at this point, any time I looked at her, my mind explored how many ways I could be bending her over just in this room. This lust for women was driving me crazy.

"Actually, Veronica, pay for these boxes to be put in storage. I'll be back later for the locker key." Hardly a reaction from the ring. Orders must cost the least. Changing her body had felt the most painful, but it was also my first use. Jeanie would have a lot to explain.

"Why would I waste my money storing your pervy, little dolls, weirdo? Get back here, and take this crap!" she wanted to keep telling me off as I left, but I was heading out the door, and she was being marched to the phone to call a pickup service. I hopped in the driver's seat of Ole Reliable and found Jeanie already waiting in the passengers seat, bouncing slightly in anticipation. God I could have watched that for hours, but I turned over the engine and headed into town to find some 'bitches'.