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Dream Girl
by THE MAD TITAN!

Angie and Dave had been married for three years, and before that, they had dated for nearly two years.  To say they were well acquainted with each other would be an understatement.  Even after all the years they had spent together, their relationship was still very passionate.

One day, while cleaning the bedroom, Angie came across Dave’s secret stash of porno magazines in a box in the back of the closet.  It was the usual assortment of Playboy and Penthouse issues, nothing too bizarre or kinky.  Judging by the dates on the covers, Dave had kept them hidden for several years.

At first she was angry.  “Why is he keeping this garbage in our house?” she fumed as she absent-mindedly leafed through the pages of one magazine.  “The only thing natural about any of these girls are their S.T.D.s,” she said with a chuckle.  That was when she caught a glimpse of her reflection in the mirror.  She was wearing what she always wore when she cleaned, her old college sweatshirt and some grubby sweatpants.  Her brown hair was pulled pack in a rough ponytail, because she hadn’t taken a shower yet.  Then she looked down at the airbrushed splendor of the naked blonde woman with her large breasts, narrow waist and perfect skin.  Angie began to feel very bad about her self.

She stripped off her clothes and began to examine herself critically.  On the positive side, her breasts were still round and firm.  Granted, not as big as the bimbo in the magazine, but at least hers were real.  And her shoulder length hair framed her face nicely, when it wasn’t pulled back in a ponytail.

On the negative side, she had put on several pounds since she and Dave got married and she rarely spent any time on make-up or glamorous hairstyles.  She also realized that she hadn’t trimmed her pubic hair in a long, long time.  “It looks like a jungle,” she said to herself critically.  “No wonder Dave hasn’t pleasured me with his tongue like he used to.”

Right then and there, Angie decided to do something about her appearance for her husband, but mainly for herself.

After a quick shower, Angie jumped in her car and took off toward the nearest beauty salon.  She pulled in to the strip mall that was a couple blocks from her house; she thought she remembered seeing a spa/salon in there before.  She was disappointed to see that the salon she was looking for was gone; in its place was a lingerie store.  She was about to pull away, and then she thought about getting a new silky negligee.  “That would arouse Dave,” she thought.  So she decided to go in.

The first thing she noticed when she walked in, was the pleasant aroma of lilacs, the smell was intoxicating.  Before she could take a second step she heard a voice say, “Welcome to Night Moves.  Can I help you find something today?”

Angie turned around and noticed a middle aged woman arranging some flowers in a large vase off to her right.  “I’m looking for something new and exciting,” she said a little sheepishly.

“Well, you came to the right place,” the woman said with a smile.  “My name is Helen, by the way.  Was there anything in particular you were looking for?”

“Not really,” Angie replied.  “I’m not exactly sure what I want.”

“I think I understand,” Helen answered knowingly.  “Follow me.”  She then led Angie to a small area near the back with several racks of lacy, silky clothing.  “You’re free to try anything on before you buy it.”

Helen was very helpful.  She showed Angie several beautifully sexy items.  But once she tried them on, Angie didn’t like them.

After the third outfit that Angie tried on and then dismissed, Helen asked, “I thought that last outfit looked great on you.  What didn’t you like about it?”

Angie took a deep breath before answering, “It was beautiful, but it’s not the outfit, its me.”

“You’re beautiful my dear,” Helen said reassuringly.  “You have nothing to be ashamed of.”

“Yeah, but compared to the women in the magazines my husband hides in the closet, I just look fat and dumpy,” she said as she flopped down on a chair next to Helen.

“I see,” Helen said with a smile.  “In that case, I think what you need isn’t a new outfit, but a new outlook.”

“I don’t understand,” Angie said as she looked up at Helen’s smiling face.

Helen reached into the pocket of her dress and removed a small blue vial and said, “I think this is what you’re looking for.”  And she handed the vial to Angie.

Angie tentatively took the vial and stared at it for several seconds before asking, “How is this going to help me?”

Taking a seat next to Angie, Helen explained, “Once you get home, drink the contents of the vial and concentrate on what you want to become and you will become that person.”

“Are you telling me that if I drink this stuff I’ll turn into someone, anyone else?”  Angie asked.  “That’s impossible.”

“My dear, nothing is impossible with magic,” Helen replied with a smile.

“You’ve got to be putting me on,” Angie stated.  “There’s no such thing as magic.”

“Sure there is,” Helen said with a smile.  “Let me ask you something, are you normally this open with complete strangers, especially when you’re talking about something as personal as your sex life.  For that matter, would you ever try on sexy nightgowns in front of a complete stranger?”

It suddenly struck her, “No, I wouldn’t.  How did you get me to do all of this?”

“It’s just a simple spell that allows a person’s true feelings and desires to rise to the surface,” Helen explained.  “Besides, it gives off the most wonderful aroma of lilacs.”

For some reason that she couldn’t explain, Angie knew the woman was telling her the truth.  “But this is impossible, isn’t it?” she thought to herself.

“I know it’s a lot to take in,” Helen said with a sigh.  “Most people don’t believe in magic.  It’s just a fairy tale; something for little kids and dreams.  But I assure you magic is very real.  Just like the vial in your hand.”

“How does it work?” she asked.

“Simple, when you get home, drink the entire contents of the vial,” Helen explained.  “Then sit down and imagine what you want to become and the potion will do the rest.  The affects are not permanent.  They will only last for 24 hours.”

“Will it hurt?” Angie asked meekly.

A broad smile crossed Helen’s face, “Not at all my dear.  It will tickle a bit, but that’s all.    Besides, what good would it do for my business if I hurt any on my customers?”

She didn’t know why, but Angie believed everything Helen had told her.  “What if I don’t know what I want to change?”

“I’m not sure I understand you properly,” Helen stated.  “You don’t know what you want to change about yourself?”

“It’s not like that,” Angie replied.  “I just want to be the woman that my husband desires.  I know he likes the pictures of the women in his magazines, but I’m not sure what his true fantasy woman looks like.”

“I see,” Helen said with a small smile.  “Then what you need to do is after you drink all of the potion, just say over and over again that you want to become your husbands sexual fantasy woman.  The magic will know what to do.  It is magic after all.”

Angie rose to leave and then turned to Helen and asked, “What do I owe you for the potion?  I know it can’t be cheap.”

“It’s on the house my dear,” Helen said with a broad smile.  “I don’t do this for the money.  I do it because I enjoy helping young people like yourself to find true happiness.  I would like to ask one thing from you if I could?”

“What’s that?” Angie asked.

“I want you and your husband to have a wonderful evening,” Helen answered.  “And be sure to come back if you ever need any more help.”

She didn’t know why, but Angie walked over to Helen and gave her a friendly hug and simply said, “Thank you.”

The entire drive home, Angie kept thinking about what she had learned today.  “Magic is real,” she said more than once.

Upon arriving home, she walked into the bedroom and sat down on the edge of the bed and stared at the blue vial she held in her hand.  “Well, here goes nothing,” she said to herself as she raised the vial to her lips.

Then she stopped, a thought struck her, “What is Dave going to think when he comes home and finds a complete stranger in his bedroom?  Sure it’ll only be me, but he won’t know that.  All he’ll see is a strange woman, even if it is his dream girl, but he would be suspicious.  He might even call the police.”

Angie thought for several minutes before an idea struck her, “I’ll just call him and let him know that he’s in for a special evening with his dream girl.  I’ll tell him that I went out today and got a special sexy makeover just for him.”

She called the number to Dave’s office and was a little disappointed to get his voice mail, “Hi honey, it’s me.  I just wanted to let you know that you are in for a special evening with your dream girl.  When you get home, don’t be surprised when you see me.  Just know that I spent a lot of time getting ready to please you tonight.”

After she hung up the phone, Angie walked back into the bedroom and prepared herself for the task at hand.  She decided that she wanted to see herself change, so she moved the full length mirror in the corner closer to the bed and positioned it carefully so she could see herself easily.

She was about to drink the potion in the vial, but then realized that she was still dressed. Angie knew that if she was dressed that she wouldn’t see all of the changes to her body, that and she had the feeling that her bra wouldn’t be able to hold the changes that would happen there.

Once naked, Angie sat down on the edge of the bed and raised the vial to her lips.  “Here goes nothing,” she said to herself as she drank the contents of the vial.  “Tastes like strawberry’s”, she thought.

“I want to be my husband’s fantasy woman,” she said over and over again.

After a minute, Angie began to feel a faint tickle in her toes.  “Here we go,” she said aloud as the tickling sensation washed over her body.  She looked down at herself expecting to see drastic changes, but was a little disappointed that nothing had really changed.  As far as she could tell, she looked the same, except that her waist and thighs looked thinner.

Her first reaction was nothing short of joy, “I must be his true dream girl,” she giggled happily.  “I am kind of disappointed though, I had hoped that the changes would be more drastic.”

As if in response to her thoughts, Angie felt the tingling intensify all over her body.  “I knew that was too good to be true,” she thought to herself.

She looked down at herself and realized that her skin tone was lightening a bit.  Her once tan skin was turning a light shade of pink.  “This is unexpected,” she thought to herself.  That was when she realized that not only was her skin turning a different color, but also it was taking on a glossy sheen.

Her realization turned to concern when she saw, what looked like lines forming on her legs and stomach.  “What the hell is that,” she thought.  She tried to move her legs to get a better look, but they wouldn’t move.  Concern quickly turned to panic at the sudden realization that she couldn’t move.  Fortunately, she could still see her reflection in the mirror.

Angie knew that she couldn’t move, but she watched as her legs began to straighten out, move apart and rise in the air.  She then caught a glimpse of her vagina in the mirror.  Her tangle of pubic hair was gone and replaced by a bright pink oval.  She saw no definition what so ever.  Gone were the lips of her pussy, no folds, no wrinkles, no bumps, nothing.

“What the fuck is happening to me,” she screamed silently to herself.  But somewhere deep inside herself, she knew what was happening.

She raised her gaze and saw that her breasts had been changed as well.  They were still large, but seemed to be unnaturally round.  That, and her nipples had changed to a bright pink color.  She also noticed lines tracing the out edge of each breast.

Her arms then rose from her sides and spread wide in a welcoming manner.  They bent into a ninety-degree angle at the elbows.  She then noticed that her fingers were fusing together.  Right before her eyes, her hands lost all definition.  If she hadn’t seen them change, she would have thought she was wearing mittens.

Angie also noticed lines snake done the top and bottom of each arm, just like the ones on her legs and breasts.  She then came to the realization that they weren’t lines, but seams.

At the same instance when she saw the reflection of her face in mirror she screamed silently, “I’m becoming a blow-up love doll?!  This is Dave’s fantasy?”

She watched helplessly as her mouth formed a perfect circle framed by incredibly bright red lips.  It was hard to tell, but she couldn’t see any teeth or her tongue in her mouth.  All she could see reflected in the mirror was shiny pink plastic in her mouth.

Angie was relieved somewhat that she still looked the same, although she had been magically transformed into a blow-up love doll.  She wanted to see the changes that had happened, but her eyes no longer moved.  All she could do was helplessly look straight ahead.

“Thank God that this will only last a day,” she thought.

For what seemed like a long time, Angie stared straight ahead at her reflection in the mirror; her arms and legs open wide waiting to be used.  Her emotions changed wildly from seething anger to deep despair to downright nymphomaniac.

She then heard the jingle of keys in the front door.  “Honey, I’m home,” she heard her husband say loudly as he walked through the door.  “You certainly got my attention at work with that message you left.  It was all I could do not to run out the door at the minute.  Where are you anyway?”

“Boy is he in for a surprise when he walks into the bedroom,” Angie thought as she sat motionless on the bed.

To be continued…

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Dream Girl
by THE MAD TITAN!

Angie and Dave had been married for three years, and before that, they had dated for nearly two years.  To say they were well acquainted with each other would be an understatement.  Even after all the years they had spent together, their relationship was still very passionate.

One day, while cleaning the bedroom, Angie came across Dave’s secret stash of porno magazines in a box in the back of the closet.  It was the usual assortment of Playboy and Penthouse issues, nothing too bizarre or kinky.  Judging by the dates on the covers, Dave had kept them hidden for several years.

At first she was angry.  “Why is he keeping this garbage in our house?” she fumed as she absent-mindedly leafed through the pages of one magazine.  “The only thing natural about any of these girls are their S.T.D.s,” she said with a chuckle.  That was when she caught a glimpse of her reflection in the mirror.  She was wearing what she always wore when she cleaned, her old college sweatshirt and some grubby sweatpants.  Her brown hair was pulled pack in a rough ponytail, because she hadn’t taken a shower yet.  Then she looked down at the airbrushed splendor of the naked blonde woman with her large breasts, narrow waist and perfect skin.  Angie began to feel very bad about her self.

She stripped off her clothes and began to examine herself critically.  On the positive side, her breasts were still round and firm.  Granted, not as big as the bimbo in the magazine, but at least hers were real.  And her shoulder length hair framed her face nicely, when it wasn’t pulled back in a ponytail.

On the negative side, she had put on several pounds since she and Dave got married and she rarely spent any time on make-up or glamorous hairstyles.  She also realized that she hadn’t trimmed her pubic hair in a long, long time.  “It looks like a jungle,” she said to herself critically.  “No wonder Dave hasn’t pleasured me with his tongue like he used to.”

Right then and there, Angie decided to do something about her appearance for her husband, but mainly for herself.

After a quick shower, Angie jumped in her car and took off toward the nearest beauty salon.  She pulled in to the strip mall that was a couple blocks from her house; she thought she remembered seeing a spa/salon in there before.  She was disappointed to see that the salon she was looking for was gone; in its place was a lingerie store.  She was about to pull away, and then she thought about getting a new silky negligee.  “That would arouse Dave,” she thought.  So she decided to go in.

The first thing she noticed when she walked in, was the pleasant aroma of lilacs, the smell was intoxicating.  Before she could take a second step she heard a voice say, “Welcome to Night Moves.  Can I help you find something today?”

Angie turned around and noticed a middle aged woman arranging some flowers in a large vase off to her right.  “I’m looking for something new and exciting,” she said a little sheepishly.

“Well, you came to the right place,” the woman said with a smile.  “My name is Helen, by the way.  Was there anything in particular you were looking for?”

“Not really,” Angie replied.  “I’m not exactly sure what I want.”

“I think I understand,” Helen answered knowingly.  “Follow me.”  She then led Angie to a small area near the back with several racks of lacy, silky clothing.  “You’re free to try anything on before you buy it.”

Helen was very helpful.  She showed Angie several beautifully sexy items.  But once she tried them on, Angie didn’t like them.

After the third outfit that Angie tried on and then dismissed, Helen asked, “I thought that last outfit looked great on you.  What didn’t you like about it?”

Angie took a deep breath before answering, “It was beautiful, but it’s not the outfit, its me.”

“You’re beautiful my dear,” Helen said reassuringly.  “You have nothing to be ashamed of.”

“Yeah, but compared to the women in the magazines my husband hides in the closet, I just look fat and dumpy,” she said as she flopped down on a chair next to Helen.

“I see,” Helen said with a smile.  “In that case, I think what you need isn’t a new outfit, but a new outlook.”

“I don’t understand,” Angie said as she looked up at Helen’s smiling face.

Helen reached into the pocket of her dress and removed a small blue vial and said, “I think this is what you’re looking for.”  And she handed the vial to Angie.

Angie tentatively took the vial and stared at it for several seconds before asking, “How is this going to help me?”

Taking a seat next to Angie, Helen explained, “Once you get home, drink the contents of the vial and concentrate on what you want to become and you will become that person.”

“Are you telling me that if I drink this stuff I’ll turn into someone, anyone else?”  Angie asked.  “That’s impossible.”

“My dear, nothing is impossible with magic,” Helen replied with a smile.

“You’ve got to be putting me on,” Angie stated.  “There’s no such thing as magic.”

“Sure there is,” Helen said with a smile.  “Let me ask you something, are you normally this open with complete strangers, especially when you’re talking about something as personal as your sex life.  For that matter, would you ever try on sexy nightgowns in front of a complete stranger?”

It suddenly struck her, “No, I wouldn’t.  How did you get me to do all of this?”

“It’s just a simple spell that allows a person’s true feelings and desires to rise to the surface,” Helen explained.  “Besides, it gives off the most wonderful aroma of lilacs.”

For some reason that she couldn’t explain, Angie knew the woman was telling her the truth.  “But this is impossible, isn’t it?” she thought to herself.

“I know it’s a lot to take in,” Helen said with a sigh.  “Most people don’t believe in magic.  It’s just a fairy tale; something for little kids and dreams.  But I assure you magic is very real.  Just like the vial in your hand.”

“How does it work?” she asked.

“Simple, when you get home, drink the entire contents of the vial,” Helen explained.  “Then sit down and imagine what you want to become and the potion will do the rest.  The affects are not permanent.  They will only last for 24 hours.”

“Will it hurt?” Angie asked meekly.

A broad smile crossed Helen’s face, “Not at all my dear.  It will tickle a bit, but that’s all.    Besides, what good would it do for my business if I hurt any on my customers?”

She didn’t know why, but Angie believed everything Helen had told her.  “What if I don’t know what I want to change?”

“I’m not sure I understand you properly,” Helen stated.  “You don’t know what you want to change about yourself?”

“It’s not like that,” Angie replied.  “I just want to be the woman that my husband desires.  I know he likes the pictures of the women in his magazines, but I’m not sure what his true fantasy woman looks like.”

“I see,” Helen said with a small smile.  “Then what you need to do is after you drink all of the potion, just say over and over again that you want to become your husbands sexual fantasy woman.  The magic will know what to do.  It is magic after all.”

Angie rose to leave and then turned to Helen and asked, “What do I owe you for the potion?  I know it can’t be cheap.”

“It’s on the house my dear,” Helen said with a broad smile.  “I don’t do this for the money.  I do it because I enjoy helping young people like yourself to find true happiness.  I would like to ask one thing from you if I could?”

“What’s that?” Angie asked.

“I want you and your husband to have a wonderful evening,” Helen answered.  “And be sure to come back if you ever need any more help.”

She didn’t know why, but Angie walked over to Helen and gave her a friendly hug and simply said, “Thank you.”

The entire drive home, Angie kept thinking about what she had learned today.  “Magic is real,” she said more than once.

Upon arriving home, she walked into the bedroom and sat down on the edge of the bed and stared at the blue vial she held in her hand.  “Well, here goes nothing,” she said to herself as she raised the vial to her lips.

Then she stopped, a thought struck her, “What is Dave going to think when he comes home and finds a complete stranger in his bedroom?  Sure it’ll only be me, but he won’t know that.  All he’ll see is a strange woman, even if it is his dream girl, but he would be suspicious.  He might even call the police.”

Angie thought for several minutes before an idea struck her, “I’ll just call him and let him know that he’s in for a special evening with his dream girl.  I’ll tell him that I went out today and got a special sexy makeover just for him.”

She called the number to Dave’s office and was a little disappointed to get his voice mail, “Hi honey, it’s me.  I just wanted to let you know that you are in for a special evening with your dream girl.  When you get home, don’t be surprised when you see me.  Just know that I spent a lot of time getting ready to please you tonight.”

After she hung up the phone, Angie walked back into the bedroom and prepared herself for the task at hand.  She decided that she wanted to see herself change, so she moved the full length mirror in the corner closer to the bed and positioned it carefully so she could see herself easily.

She was about to drink the potion in the vial, but then realized that she was still dressed. Angie knew that if she was dressed that she wouldn’t see all of the changes to her body, that and she had the feeling that her bra wouldn’t be able to hold the changes that would happen there.

Once naked, Angie sat down on the edge of the bed and raised the vial to her lips.  “Here goes nothing,” she said to herself as she drank the contents of the vial.  “Tastes like strawberry’s”, she thought.

“I want to be my husband’s fantasy woman,” she said over and over again.

After a minute, Angie began to feel a faint tickle in her toes.  “Here we go,” she said aloud as the tickling sensation washed over her body.  She looked down at herself expecting to see drastic changes, but was a little disappointed that nothing had really changed.  As far as she could tell, she looked the same, except that her waist and thighs looked thinner.

Her first reaction was nothing short of joy, “I must be his true dream girl,” she giggled happily.  “I am kind of disappointed though, I had hoped that the changes would be more drastic.”

As if in response to her thoughts, Angie felt the tingling intensify all over her body.  “I knew that was too good to be true,” she thought to herself.

She looked down at herself and realized that her skin tone was lightening a bit.  Her once tan skin was turning a light shade of pink.  “This is unexpected,” she thought to herself.  That was when she realized that not only was her skin turning a different color, but also it was taking on a glossy sheen.

Her realization turned to concern when she saw, what looked like lines forming on her legs and stomach.  “What the hell is that,” she thought.  She tried to move her legs to get a better look, but they wouldn’t move.  Concern quickly turned to panic at the sudden realization that she couldn’t move.  Fortunately, she could still see her reflection in the mirror.

Angie knew that she couldn’t move, but she watched as her legs began to straighten out, move apart and rise in the air.  She then caught a glimpse of her vagina in the mirror.  Her tangle of pubic hair was gone and replaced by a bright pink oval.  She saw no definition what so ever.  Gone were the lips of her pussy, no folds, no wrinkles, no bumps, nothing.

“What the fuck is happening to me,” she screamed silently to herself.  But somewhere deep inside herself, she knew what was happening.

She raised her gaze and saw that her breasts had been changed as well.  They were still large, but seemed to be unnaturally round.  That, and her nipples had changed to a bright pink color.  She also noticed lines tracing the out edge of each breast.

Her arms then rose from her sides and spread wide in a welcoming manner.  They bent into a ninety-degree angle at the elbows.  She then noticed that her fingers were fusing together.  Right before her eyes, her hands lost all definition.  If she hadn’t seen them change, she would have thought she was wearing mittens.

Angie also noticed lines snake done the top and bottom of each arm, just like the ones on her legs and breasts.  She then came to the realization that they weren’t lines, but seams.

At the same instance when she saw the reflection of her face in mirror she screamed silently, “I’m becoming a blow-up love doll?!  This is Dave’s fantasy?”

She watched helplessly as her mouth formed a perfect circle framed by incredibly bright red lips.  It was hard to tell, but she couldn’t see any teeth or her tongue in her mouth.  All she could see reflected in the mirror was shiny pink plastic in her mouth.

Angie was relieved somewhat that she still looked the same, although she had been magically transformed into a blow-up love doll.  She wanted to see the changes that had happened, but her eyes no longer moved.  All she could do was helplessly look straight ahead.

“Thank God that this will only last a day,” she thought.

For what seemed like a long time, Angie stared straight ahead at her reflection in the mirror; her arms and legs open wide waiting to be used.  Her emotions changed wildly from seething anger to deep despair to downright nymphomaniac.

She then heard the jingle of keys in the front door.  “Honey, I’m home,” she heard her husband say loudly as he walked through the door.  “You certainly got my attention at work with that message you left.  It was all I could do not to run out the door at the minute.  Where are you anyway?”

“Boy is he in for a surprise when he walks into the bedroom,” Angie thought as she sat motionless on the bed.

To be continued…