Ken looked over the results of his magic trick. In the brief time since he had answered the door, she had become even trashier. Her hair was more disheveled, her makeup thicker, her dress a little shorter. Her tits seemed bigger, but now they were covered with stretch marks, and a tacky tattoo peeked out of her cleavage. He was only trying to surprise his friend with a new bra, but somehow his magic was affecting her entire body and mind. He decided to play along with the situation, thinking he could always change her back later. "How much is this going to cost me?" he asked.
A look of annoyance came across her face. "50 bucks, same as always", she answered with a thick New Jersey accent. She pulled a mirror out of her handbag, and began fluffing her already huge hair even bigger. "You're not my only date tonight, babe. Let's get this over with."
Ken shuddered when he imagined the diseases he would catch from a 50 dollar "date". Also, trashy wasn't really his style; he really wanted to see her with some elegance. He made a quick motion with his hands, and she felt the weight of her gaudy earrings disappear. Her hands shot up to her unadorned ears. "What's this shit?" she demanded.
He held up his left palm, where the earrings now rested. "Looking for these?" he asked. He twirled his hands around each other with a flourish, and suddenly his left palm was empty, while the right one held a set of unbelievably expensive diamond earrings. Finally, he blew on them, sending them from his palm and back onto her ears. "So, how much will this cost?" he asked her again.
She seemed completely unimpressed by the magic she had just witnessed. "I already told you, Houdini. 100 bucks!" she answered, as his new trick had begun to make its changes. Her makeup was fading to more muted colors, and her hair began pulling itself into a sophisticated updo, with curly tendrils framing her face.
Ken enjoyed watching the metamorphosis occur. "I'm sorry, I'm getting a cold or something. How much will this cost?" he asked as the changes continued.
Her annoyed sneer was giving way to a warm smile. "500 dollars" she answered, with a lot less attitude than before. She sat up straight, and crossed her legs in a more lady like manner. Her leopard print dress had grown to nearly floor length, then brightened to a sparkly blue evening gown. It was as form fitting as the old dress, but it accentuated her cleavage much better. The tattoo and stretch marks had completely vanished.
Ken felt one of the hardest erections of life swelling up in his pants. He wiped a few beads of sweat from his forehead, and cleared his throat before saying "I'm really out of it today. How much will this be?"
As her designer shoes and handbag took on hues complementary to her dress, the changes appeared to be complete. "Kenneth, you silly boy. I said 2000 dollars," she answered, with just the hint of a French accent. She stood and walked to him, gently taking his hand in hers. "You are one of my favorite clients, dear. We will not do zis if you are not feeling well. I will come back anozer day, no?" Both her eyes and her voice showed genuine concern.
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Mon Mar 17 03:57:44 2008