Still skeptical, and more than a little annoyed at the hassle this ring had proven to be, Jim decided that a quick test was in order. He pointed the ring at the salesgirl. "Little Miss Blow-Job!"
The sales girl rolled her eyes. Customers could be so dense! Like she'd work at the sales counter of a shop that sold powerful magic items without using wards powerful enough to nullify or deflect the effects of anything sold. And the Ring of Three was no exception. She leaned over the counter at the transformed Jim.
Well, "Jim" in the sense that the girl that stood there had once been Jim. Instead of changing the salesgirl, the power of the ring had rebounded back onto him, changing his mind and body with his own words. First, of course, was "Little." And the former Jim certainly was, standing at a flat three-feet tall.
"Miss" meant that Jim was now a girl. A very feminine, girly girl in a poofy golden princess dress, her silky red hair brushed against her back down to her hips, and her short heels only raised her up by an inch. Her dainty, girly build was emphasized by her pretty, feminine face, coated in a layer of immaculate makeup, with alluring, bright blue eyes and ruby-red lips.
And speaking of lips, there was the final word. "Blow-Job." While a compound word, the ring still registered it, and by the power of the ring, had given Jim a powerful desire to suck cock. All kinds of cock, no matter how big or how small. Her mind was awash in fantasies of sucking off big, powerful men, hot shemales, horses, whoever and whatever she could convince to let her wrap her lips around their shaft.
"Uh, Miss?" the salesgirl broke the changed Jim from her fantasy. "Are you all right?"
"What? Oh, I'm fine!" The former Jim looked at the ring and pouted. "Why didn't it work? I wanted you to be a girl just like me!"
The salesgirl shook her head. "The ring doesn't work on me."
"Oh, poo!" Jim pouted and stamped her small foot.
"There's no need to fret, er, Miss...?"
"BJ!" The small girl giggled. "My name is BJ."
The salesgirl stifled a laugh. Jim had literally turned himself into "Little Miss Blow-Job". "Very well, BJ. Well, I promise that, other than anyone spiritually pure or myself specifically, your ring will work on any target you choose."
"I do hope you're right!" BJ's mind began to wander once more as fantasies of fellatio filled it. Maybe she could use the ring to satisfy her craving!
Sat Dec 13 07:22:47 2014