The clerk.

The clerk sort of panics and says, “I wish you would turn back into the little sissy you were a few minutes ago.” But it seems whatever they said must have used to much magic and the ground rumbles as your form slowly changes back.

“What the fuck is going on? Where are my clothes? Which of you fucking twats took my stuff?” You demand, suddenly developing a bit of an English accent.

“Oh shit, we are so going to jail.” The customer says as it dawns on him that all this is probably ****. Suddenly he shakes his head as a name pops in, “Oh fuck why do I know her name is Bree? Oh shit what do we do?” He asks the clerk.

“Um I don’t know, try a wish.” He thinks a bit and says, “I wish your stuff was right over there, right where you left it. I wish you remembered us paying you for sex.” The clerk says, trying another angle.

The customer chimes in, “Yeah I wish you were a high priced hooker and then you fell and hit your head.” They high five, certain that they can talk their way out of whatever punishment they deserve.

“The fuck?” You say shaking your head. “I’m not a fucking hooker.” You say, but a tinge of doubt is in your voice and your ears are ringing.

The clerk gets an idea, “It was a bet. You lost a bet. I wish you could remember. You drank so much whiskey.” Then he quietly adds, pointing at your fat cock, “I wish you were more feminine and less hostile.” They watch as your sexy form shifts slowly, the magic of the collar clearly running low. “I wish you remembered, oh shit I know, I wish you were here to sign t shirts, you are like famous and shit. I wish you were always like this.” Something rumbles somewhere and he shakes his head, “Oh this is so weird, why are you naked?” He asks as the magic grips into his mind as well.

You shake more cobwebs loose from your mind. “Oh, I got drunk again didn’t I?” You ask as you spot your bag, sitting on your heap of clothes. They watch as you go begin to gather up what definitely wasn’t there a moment ago.

The customer smiles, “I wish you would take off that collar and hand it to me.” The last to still remember what was happening.

“Sure.” You say, still confused a little, take off the collar and hand it to him. They both let out a sigh of relief and sit quietly as you get dressed. As you start, you stare at the customer for a few seconds before saying, “Frank, right?”

He blinks, “Ya how did you?”

“What fucking city are we in?” You ask as you pull on a pink triangle g string that easily conceals your cute 4” cock.

“I...”. He stammers suddenly unsure of the answer. He then with a look of panic slaps on the collar and looks at the clerk. “Quick say I wish we were back home and back to normal and grab me. I don’t want to be someone else.”

The clerk looks confused but does as he is told. Suddenly the two vanish and you look around to see the green room of the club is empty. “Fuck I gotta cut back on the ****.” A second later the world spins and you black out.