The old bitch was finally dead and I’m one of the few people at her funeral. I was hoping before she died she would have turned me back into a young man. I still would have come to her funeral, just not in a dress pretending to be her middle aged spinster daughter.
I knew he hated it. But he had no choice, ever since I had placed that bracelet on his arm, he had no choice but to follow my every command. First I told him to become a woman, his body reshaped, and changed into one of a girl that looked like his sister. I then showed her a picture, and told her to become a copy of the girl in the picture.
When I asked for a better view from the hotel manager i never expected it to be this good.