Ryan tried to hide his breasts behind his hair and stuck his hands in his pockets, which were no longer deep enough for him to feel his cock. Not that he had a cock anymore.
“Umm, Marianne, when I wished to be able to see the women’s locker room anytime, this is not what I wanted,” he protested, “so let’s turn the magic around so I can be a guy again, shall we?”
“Sorry sweetie, but magic is literal. Don’t you know that by now?” said Marianne. “Now be a good girl and let’s go get your bra and dress so we can get home, okay?”
“Where are my clothes?” Ryan asked. “You don’t mean they’re in the women’s locker room?”
“Where else did you think they’d be? Go get ’em and enjoy the view of half-naked women while you can, because that’s what you are yourself now,” said Marianne with a smirk. “Gee, I love how ditzy you’ve become, that is just my type. Let’s get home so I can show you more of what it means to be a woman.”
