Date: Mon, 05 May 2008 21:21:21 -0400
From: erj210@aol.com
Subject: Spells R Us: No Refunds Returns or Exchanges

Spells R Us
No Refunds, Returns, or Exchanges Please

Rating PG-13
Disclaimer

The following is not suitable for audiences under 13, even though they
shouldn't be on this site anyway.  This is a sequel to the long run Spells
R Us series, and I figured the wizard had it coming.  And before I get ten
thousand emails asking Koomf is a slang word for decency, it is not a real
word.  So don't ask.  It is noon, and a rather slow day for the lone wizard
in his shop.  He sees hundreds of people pass outside of his shop entrance,
yet none go inside.

"This human economy."  He says to himself.  "No one has the money to spend
on the extras."

He rotates his old body around and kneels below a rear mounted counter.  He
pulls out a small, wooden chest with a heavy iron lock.  With a wave of his
hand, the lock releases and the top of the chest pops off.  It reviles a
single pile of ten dollar bills, and even it is a bit thin.

"The month's income.  I really must think about advertising."


"But that would be illegal."  A voice from behind suddenly announces.  The
wizard pops back up, with the chest immediately closing and securing
itself.  He takes a look at the teenage looking African American boy.  The
leans up against the front of the sales counter and looks at the wizard.

"Don't you have any koomf?"  The wizard asks the boy.

"I do," the boy responds confidently, "but I'll use it when you get some
shame."

The wizard drops the subject, proceeds up the sales desk, and leans up
against it himself.

"This is ridiculous. I can't even get people in here looking for ways to
power their car without gas."

"Yes, well, I'm sure people don't want to feed their car themselves, like
that last one you sold."  The boy then stares at the wizard with a
disgusted look.

"Yes, well the woman came down eventually."

"As acid rain.  Took a week to get all of her back together to return to
normal.  Tell me something."  The boy starts, "Why don't you just give
people want they want, without the fine print."

"I haven't received very many complaints."  The wizard says turning his
head to the side, realizing where this is going.  "Matter a fact, they all
turned out better."

"No, I guess the boys who are now bimbos, the guy who became a prom date,
the man's who's heart's desire lead him to join the canine family, the
passengers of your so called dragon flight, your so called apprentice, the
man who was sexually addicted to his x-girlfriend not to mention the
innocent girl who just happened to get caught up in the whole thing, are
all satisfied customers."

"They were. At least for a while."

"Yeah, then the law started getting involved.  Tell me, just how many
`incidents' do they not know about?"

The wizard turns to the boy with an annoyed look.  "Like I'm going to tell
the long arm of the law."

"I prefer their representative." He responds rather calmly.

"Besides, no one has complained, matter a fact, I actually have customers
who actually like my services.  I do believe that two of them go to your
University."

"Then why won't you tell me their names?"

"Customer loyalty.  Besides, there's something going on their, someone, I
don't think I've met in a long time."  The wizard begins to look towards
the ceiling, trying to compute just who this person is, and what he should
do about it.  Suddenly, he receives an impression, a psychic impression,
one of a customer.

"Uh, can you leave? I may have a customer coming."

"Nope, I'll think I'll stay and make sure they actually get what was
advertised and nothing more.  Consider me your quality assurance rep."

Suddenly, the wizard realizes that something else is up, the person is
angry.  Very angry.

"Then again, I'll think I'll go in the back."

The boy spots this, and realizes something's up.

"No, I think you can stay and face the music."

The wizard stops and turns towards the boy, and then to the rather angry
girl coming into the store.  The girl cannot be much more than thirteen
years old.  She has light brown, almost blond hair, with perfectly clear
smooth skin.  Her eyes are green and her figure is that of a budding supper
model.  She's dressed like a little tennie bopper, with all of the form
fitting, barely their cloths and her hair in a side mounted pony tail.

"Hello miss."  The wizard says knowing exactly who it is, but trying to
sound oblivious.

"Cut the crap!"  The little girl yells.

"Ah yes, another satisfied customer."  The boy notes.

"The hell I am."

The boy looks at the girl rather flatly.  "You know I was joking. Right?"

"Yes, but I don't even want the notion of being satisfied with this idiot
and his work!"  The girl yells.

"Not satisfied?"  The wizard asks, but really states. " Well, I'm sorry,
but we do not except any returns, exchanges, or refunds. So good luck."

"WHY YOU!"

The girl just about leaps over the counter, but the boy manages to grab her
arm and keep her from strangling (or more appropriately, attempting to
strangle) the wizard.

"Now, what happened, and I'll make sure he fallows threw."  He says
rotating his head towards the wizard with an angered look.

"Huh."  The girl says with a snarl.  "I guess."

The wizard does nothing.  He just watches the girl and listens, all while
thinking `Here we go again.'

"It all started a few months back..."  Its cold, still the middle of
January.  A middle aged man makes his way up the street.  He has a sort of
dull brown, poorly kept hair.  His eyes are flat black, and his skin rather
dried out.  He walks down the thin streets, threw the driving snow, but
none of it collects on the ground, it's to warm. But as far as the man is
concerned, it's still freezing. Finally, he approaches a small shack of a
house on the side of the road.  He turns towards the house and heads to the
door.  He unlocks it and proceeds inside.  The house is rather poorly
decorated and run down.  The man looks at the mess, finds the coach and
slumps down on it.

"Go to school, Go threw college.  Get a nice job with some big aerospace
firm.  Just for them to lay you off, your gold digging wife leave you, and
then your family ditch you for some guy with some cash.  Its not fair!"
The man goes to throw something, but all that's around is a pile of
newspapers he plans on using for heat.  "The heat keeps going up, food
keeps going up yet with a masters I'm still cleaning floors, and then they
want to cut my salary."  The man knocks the pile of papers over anyway.
Inside, a classified page falls open.  He picks it up and opens it out of
habit.  He looks threw to the Aerospace section, and finds only one job.
JIA Corp.  We are looking for qualified Engineers to fill a position for
aircraft designers. Must have knowledge of Aerospace and Aeronautical
design systems.  Must be proficient in CAD, CATTIA, and modern Avionics.
This position is open to recent college grads only.  Offering $45,000-60K

"College grads.  They all want kids.  Why, Why, Why!"  The man nearly
cries.  He doesn't even have time to tear up the paper before he spots
something of interest.  This article, right above the previous, in the
section for Airlines reads:

Boulevard Airlines NEEDED IMMEDIATELY Aircraft Maintenance personnel for
graveyard shift.  Starts from 12am-6am.  Responsible for aircraft
Maintenance and inspections.  Aerospace Engineers Welcome.  Starting at
$65k.  Must be able to adhere to FAA regulations, drug test, and background
check.

"Well it's not designing, but its something."  "Boulevard Airlines huh, I
know a few people who work their."  The boy thinks.

"Any way," the girl restarts still up set, "skipping forward, I got the job
immediately and I started a week later, after my spotless record was
reviewed.  After a month, I got my first paycheck.  I decided that I'd take
a decent portion to use to fix up a room in the house, which I hadn't
decided at the time. It depended how much I had left, but I did take a few
dollars to go out to see a movie. That's when I..."  Happy, the man passes
into the mall, and up to one of the automated ticket machines.  He buys a
ticket for a show that doesn't start for another twenty minutes.  As he
backs off the machine, he sees a young girl come out of a movie crying.
While, he decides to ignore it at first, a second look reveals a familiar
flair about the girl.  He walks up towards the girl and immediately
recognizes her, its his daughter.

"Millie."  He calls.

The girl is about twelve years old, and a much prettier, spitting image of
her father.  The girl turns and looks at him.  She hesitates, but then
charges towards him arms open.  She hits him with enough force to knock him
over.

"Daddy."  She cries like a little baby.

"Millie, what's wrong?"  He asks.

"I...I."  She stammers a bit.  "My friend doesn't want me anymore."

The man takes the context clues and responds, "boyfriend eh.  Well, listen,
your only twelve, and..."

"Hold it right their!"  A loud, overbearing voice yells.

The man immediately recognizes it, and stands up.  It's his X-wife.

"I don't want you anywhere near my daughter."  The woman yells.  "You lousy
degenerate."

"Degenerate.  So I fell on hard times, kind a hard to get a check from a
company when they lay you off!"

"Yeah, right Mike, you were out of work for two years!"

"Because everyone in my field ether left or wouldn't hire me!"

"So, it doesn't matter.  The courts stripped any rights you have to these
children.  You get away from that girl, and you don't come back.  Now
Millie, get away from this child molester!"

She yells so loud that the entire mall hears it.  A variety of gazes
immediately starts towards him. Mothers hold their children closer, a
security guard takes notice, and everyone looks at him as if he is the
black plague.

Soon the guard reaches him and starts, "Sir, I'm going to have to ask you
to leave the mall.  We prefer that your type don't hang out around here."

Mike turns towards the officer and yells "I am not a child molester, she
just said that so..."  He turns back around to see that both his wife and
daughter are gone, lost in the crowd.  "...so she can take one of my
children away from me again."

Mike falls into disappear.  He shoves off the officer, and walks off.  He
passes into the crowds trying to loose himself.  Eventually, the number of
mothers hiding their children from him all but disappear.  He passes threw
to the mall, and without noticing it, straight into a store.  He looks
around and notes the old looking shelves and the rather rustic appearance.

"May I help you?"

Mike looks to his left and finds an old man wearing an old, worn out bath
robe. He appears to be tending a shelf.

"Nothing I just..."

"Oh, you must be here for something."  The man says.  "Take your time, I'm
going no were."

The man looks around.  "You don't really seem to have anything here."  He
says spotting nothing but what he perceives as junk."

"Oh, but there is tons of stuff here, you just must realizes what you are
looking for.  Say, judging by your appearance, I'd say you are looking for
something, to say, help out a loved one?"

The man stands there.  While he wonders how he came to that conclusion,
Mike figures that anything that can cheer his daughter up would be worth
investing in.

"Actually, that may be nice." Mike finally says.

The wizard immediately rushes off into the shop before Mike can even say a
word.  Within a minute he comes back with a small box.

"This should work for you."  He opens the box to revile a rather beautiful
looking bracelet.  "This bracelet will help bring you and your daughter
closer together."

"How did you know I was shopping for a girl, I have a son to you know."

"Yes, and there both being withheld from you by an evil cruella of an X
wife and a legal system that sees all men as viscous pigs and women as
innocent little angels no matter what the evidence says."

"Yeah, sure, let's go with that, but I have no idea how I would get it to
her though."

"Here."  The man says as he hands him the case.  "Put it on before you go
to bed.  Then you will have no trouble getting it to her tomorrow."

Mike doesn't understand it, but he decides it worth a shot.  "So, how
much?"

"29.50"

Later that day, as Mike prepares for bed, he looks at the small box at the
edge of his beaten night stand.  He looks and wonders just what the old man
meant by `just put it on and tomorrow, he would be able to give it to her'.
He decides to fallow the man's advice.  He reaches down to the box, opens
it, and picks up the bracelet.  He places it around his arm and secures it.

`Perfect fit.'  He thinks to himself.  `Probably to big for Millie, but I
guess it will do.  Come to think of it, I should have gotten something for
Jace as well.'  He shrugs.  `I'll get him something in the morning.  I know
exactly what he loves.  My only problem is finding an issue he doesn't
already have.'

He lay's down in his bed and turns out the light.  After a while of trying
he finally drifts to sleep.  "If you could call it sleep."  The little girl
notes.  "I kept feeling odd the whole night.  Like I wasn't really asleep,
but yet I wasn't awake. The whole time I could feel my body beginning to
tingle all over..."  Mike tosses and turns.  As he does so, his lanky frame
begins to fade away.  His more mannish face sheds to revile a younger,
youthful self.  His facial hair begins to disappear.  It isn't long before
where a man slept earlier, a young boy now lies, but it doesn't stop there.
Soon, this hair lengthens, and then lightens to a sandy color.  His hands
become daintier.  His figure tightens and starts to shows signs of curves.
His skin clears, and his face goes from that of a young teen boy, to a
young teen girl.  Soon, his cloths modify themselves to fit this new
situation.  They become silkier and in many ways more form fitting.  Even a
hair band appears on his or her head.  Soon, there is no telling that this
was a forty five year old man.

The next day, a day Mike is expecting to be a Sunday, an alarm goes off,
and as if on queue, a rather youngish looking middle aged woman walks in.
Her hair is blond with light green eyes and a to die for figure.

"Come on Ally, time to get up."

She then passes out the room, and pokes in a neighboring one.  "Sammy time
to get up, its both of yours first day at school, you two don't want to be
late."

Mike opens her eyes and looks at the window, a window that wasn't there
before.  He notes the fact that all the trees behind the house are bare.

Suddenly the thought `I hate changing schools in the middle of the year,'
shoots into her head.

He suddenly finds himself wondering why she thought that, but decides he
better get up anyway.  The urgency to do so is just too powerful.  She
passes out of her room, and almost immediately runs into an almost
identical looking individual.

"Hey Ally."  The boy calls.

The name sounds familiar to Mike, so familiar he finds it unusual but
manages an instinctive response of, "Hey Sam.  I do first, then you go."

Sam shrugs.

She passes into the bathroom and closes the door.  She walks inside takes
down her pajama bottoms and instinctively sits on the toilet, and
immediately supports her tired head with her arms.  She can't imagine why
she would do such a thing, she only has to pee.  But as the stream comes
outside of her body, she begins to realize that something isn't just right.
She sits up and looks around.  Nothing seems to be out of the ordinary,
just something is wrong. The thought begins to nag at her.  She can feel
something slipping from behind in her mind, and she fights to keep it.  As
her stream dies off, she sits up, takes a section of toilet paper and wipes
her smooth vagina.  She discards the paper and stands up, pulling up her
pajama bottoms as she does.  She flushes the toilet, washes her hands and
departs the bathroom.

"Sounds like you really had to go."  Her brother states.

"I had a lot to drink last night.  I'll go and get some towels."  With that
Mike walks off, while Sammy takes over the bathroom.  She proceeds to the
end of the hall, recovers two towels and two sets of wash cloths.  Her
mother pops out the door to the master bed room and notes the quantity.

"You know honey, while I like the fact that you and your brother are close,
I really don't think you two need to continuing showering together."

The thought brings back a memory of being on the other side of this sort of
conversation, only it was to a slightly younger girl than she is now.  But
somehow she manages to pass it off and in a reflected response, "Sam's my
brother mom.  Its not like were going in their to have sex.  Besides,
you're the one always saying how we need to find ways of doing things
faster. Besides, weren't you the one who started this over twelve years
ago."

He woman just grins nervously and retracts her head and closes the door.
Ally smiles and walks towards the bathroom.  She can hear the sound of the
shower going and spots the cracked open door.  She goes inside, closes it,
places the towels and wash cloths on the sink basin and takes off all her
cloths.  She stops to look over her maturing body in the mirror.  Only
twelve and her breast are already shaping up well.  They can already fill
out an A cup bra, and she can support, all be it barely, a B cup bra.  Her
frame is also beginning to curve off nicely, and soon she'll have a shape
that is perfect.  She smiles at herself, picks up the wash cloths then
walks inside of the shower, were her twin is already soaping up.  He looks
at her, grins, then hands her a bottle of children's body wash, all while
Ally hands him one of the two wash cloths.  He rubs his smooth frame down,
making sure to hit all the parts.  Ally does the same.  As she does, she
notes how her brother's body turns her on.  He has a sort of young swimmers
frame, that actually has some definition from years of sports.  He is sort
of girlie looking in a way, considering the two of them look almost exactly
alike, especially with his rather longish hair.  While hers is longer,
excluding it would make the two almost perfect twins, the only separation
being their sexes.  He turns around reveling his tight little rear, one
Ally likes.  He rotates again reveling his little barely functioning penis.
While the sight of it trying to achieve an erection does arouse Ally, she
feels as if its not exactly what she wants, but something she's willing to
take.

Her viewing isn't ignored by her brother who notes, "Want to try and suck
it like last time?"

Ally thinks, but the thought of being late to school gets the best of her.
"Nah, maybe some other time."

Getting dressed for school doesn't take much for Ally.  Her black jumper
and matching tights are laid out perfectly for her.  She also has a pair of
Mary Jane shoes at the base of her chair.  With the addition of a white
dress shirt, she is finished in only a few minutes time.  She even manages
to beat her brother to breakfast, even if only by a few minutes.  But they
are both surprised to see a middle age man with rather ginger colored hair
at the table eating.  Its their father.

"Dad!" the two yell as they run over to hug the man.  "We thought you
wouldn't get back for another hour?" The two say in almost perfect unison.

"We road a tail wind all the way in from Hilo, got in early."  The man
responds.

With that, the two twins look at each other, each realizing the question on
both their minds, but wondering who should ask it.

"Dad," Sam starts

"Yes kid?"

"Are we going to have to move any more?"  Ally picks up.


"Well kids, I wanted to wait till later to tell you, but I think this new
company is going to work out.  We shouldn't have to move again."

"Yeah!"

That day would go by well for Ally and her brother.  The two go to their
new high priced private school.  Their, the school assigns the two more
experienced students who they are to mirror.  Ironically, they are also
twins, named Jace and Millie Thomson.  They two are almost completely
identical, and share a lot in common with the two light haired siblings.
Jace and Sam are both into swimming, diving and track.  They both draw a
lot, and are into Anime Manga's.  They don't even make it out the
principles office without trying to figure out which series the other
doesn't have.

Ally and Millie are too very similar.  They both love ballet, and are
divers and swimmers themselves. But there is one way they do differ from
their male siblings.  They both have a sort of attraction that only one of
them has explored so far.  The moment the two laid eyes on each other, they
both felt it, and they both found it impossible to separate from each other
the entire day.

By dance practice that afternoon, just before swim practice, Millie and
Ally have an empty block in their schedule.  Their ballet, since it's a
part of the school overall curriculum, is just before afternoon dismissal.
So as all the other students run around, trying to figure out were to go,
Millie shows Ally a secret spot inside the schools artic space.  There Ally
discovers this lost sort of attractiveness that she has long wondered
about.

"Millie," She says as the two hold each other, about to kiss, "I think I
love you."

"I, think I may love you too."  Millie returns.

The two kiss deeply.  As they kiss, they feel each others bodies, trying to
caress the arousal from it.  Ally immediately becomes wet, and a dark spot
forms in her cotton panties.  Suddenly she pulls out of the kiss.

"I want to go all the way with you."  Ally gets out in a heavily nervous
tone.

"Okay."

Ally is gently guided to the floor by Millie.  Millie guides back the skirt
of Ally's jumper, removes her panty hose and spots her soaked underwear.
She gently smiles, and removes the cotton panties.  She then kneels into
Ally's love tunnel, and takes a big sample of her fluids, before making
love to her.  Over the next three minutes, Ally would feel pleasure like
she never imagined.  She would reach both her first, second, third, and
forth organism in that small span of time.  Each time spasming violently
while realsing a wave of fluids over Millie.  Eventually, she would return
the favor to Millie.  It would take her much longer to figure out how to
get Millie off, but after ten minutes of trying, time and pressure aided
her, and Millie finally came threw her own.  The two girls laid next to
each other, holding each other for a full five minutes, before hearing an
announcement to release students to their after school events.  Its then
Millie notices a little something on Allies wrist.

 "Wow, what a beautiful bracelet."

"You like it?"  Ally asks just having noticed the thing for the very first
time today.  "I hadn't even realized I had it on.  I don't even know where
I got it from."  Suddenly a vision of the old man appears in her
mind. "Maybe from my grandfather? But you can have it if you like."

"Sure."

Ally takes off the bracelet and hands it to Millie.  The second Millie
secures the bracelet, Mike realizes what has happened.  He looks down over
his body, and notes that while not naked, it's definitely not something he
wanted to see.  In a panic he looks back up towards his daughter who has
been to busy with the bracelet to pay attention to her frantic expression.

"Its beautiful.  A tribute to our love."  She says as she turns back
towards the disillusioned girl.

Mike can only smile, and play along.  "Its been ten months since I got that
thing.  I had another thirteenth birthday, my first, second and third
period, and, oh yeah, I've slept with my DAUGHTER!"

"I'm guessing more than once."  The boy notes by Mike's/Ally's enraged and
burning red face.

"I've been trying to get back here sooner, but I'm a minor now, and I can't
get anywhere.  Bad enough I ditched my `mom' at the mall bathroom to get in
here""

"What, you got what you wanted."  The Wizard starts. "You cheered up your
daughter by replacing the girl who dumped her.  You gave your son the
comics along with a brand new best friend, and your getting back at your
wife by being able to see your children whenever you want, and by securing
your daughter's future as a lesbian. As for the mental portion of the spell
going away like that, that I feel obligated to Repair.  I've had that thing
in stock for decades, I'm surprised you didn't turn into some sort of
intersexed person."

"You don't dare, I want my body back now! You old fart!"

"Still hurting the innocent."  A dark voice suddenly comes from behind the
small group.  While he's usually never surprised, the wizard is caught
completely off guard, for the second time today.

"Milo!"  He says looking behind to two teens.

"Milo?"  The boy questions.

Behind them, a rather ominous man draped in a dark robe, with two men in
identical outfits behind him stand silent.

"Yes, that's right."  The man starts.  "Mr. Simmons, your services to watch
this man will no longer be needed.  As for you, you are under arrest."

"For what?"  The wizard questions.

"I figured that would be obvious.  But since you ask, the council is sick
and tired of cleaning up after you.  Its become so much work, that we've
have to create an entire division just to watch you, and we no longer have
the patients.  But if you must know, here are that charges, distributing
magic to unlicensed mortals, claiming a false apprentice for purpose of
doing experiments on, giving a mortal minor a dangerous, imprisoned
creature then feeding said mortal and a plane full of innocents to said
beast, twenty one hundred counts of sexual identification modification,
nine hundred counts of converting mortals into inanimate objects, need I
continue.  So far we have had to re-due, and in some case break space time
itself to restore people that you have affected, and we still haven't
gotten all of them.  We had to triage your output.  Matter a fact, human
organizations have had to try and stop you."

"Huh, organizations?  There's only the one."  The boy interrupts.

"You can't arrest me."  The wizard says firmly.

"Yes we can.  Your powers have been bind, and your protective seal on this
place removed.

The wizard tries to whisk himself away, but to no avail.  Suddenly, one of
the men in back reaches up a small chest, and opens in the direction of the
Wizard.  The Wizard shirks down to the size, and shape of a marble and
flies into the chest, which is then close.  Then in a large blast, the
three disappear.

"Wha, what happened?"  Ally asks completely confused.

"What happened?  Looks like I have to go to court."

"But, what, What the hell am I suppose to do know?"

"Go back home, and enjoy life as it is, because I doubt you'll be getting
back to normal any time soon."

Somewhere else, a seemingly older woman stands watching out of a window and
onto a large green field.  She senses a huge power signature disappearing,
and smiles.

"Now I am ready."

The End?