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The small sign in front of the glass doors said, "Coming Soon -- Spells 'R' Us."

I looked behind the floor sign, through the glass and into the empty storefront. No shelves, no boxes; just a darkened space, same as for the past two months.

I looked at the sign again. It had to be a joke. The 'R' was even reversed, just like the famous toy store. No way could this company exist. It would be opening itself up to an expensive trademark lawsuit, based on the name alone.

My walkie-talkie crackled, and my supervisor's voice said, "Dane? You there?"

"Yeah. What's up?"

"Do me a favor, and go check out Penney's. Women's wear just called us; someone may be trying to walk out wearing a few more sweaters than when she came in."

It was the end of April. "Right. On it." I walked away, forgetting all about the sign.

In 48 hours, without my noticing, the store had gone from empty to crammed. Shelves were filled to capacity; brooms, and what looked like wands, were hanging from the walls; and boxes littered the floor, promising yet more stuff to come. Whoever this Spells-R-Us person was, he (or more likely, she--weren't women more into this stuff?) was going all-out to make sure the store was well-stocked from day one.

As I watched, the rear door opened, and in came a man, carrying yet another box. All I could see in the darkened store was his beard; it was thick, gray, and at least waist-length. It didn't look real; I mean, no one grows a beard like that, not even the department store Santas we had every December, right?

About halfway to the front of the store, he put down the box. I decided this was as good a moment as any to catch his attention, and tapped on the glass.

He didn't seemed surprised, as he stood up and walked toward the doors. In fact, there was almost a twinkle in his eyes, like he was enjoying a private joke. Maybe he'd seen me watching him; maybe he already knew the sign went against the mall's policy. I decided to be pleasant but firm, and see where it got me. After all, you can catch more flies with honey than with vinegar, or so my mom had always said.

But I was completely thrown when he unlocked the doors and said, "Come in, Dane, I've been expecting you."

My whole presentation shot, the best I could come up with on short notice was, "You know me? Umm, have we met?"

"Not exactly." He left those words hanging there, as he stepped back so I could enter. Then he started walking to the back of the store, kind of forcing me to follow him.

As we walked to the back, I tried to figure out if I'd ever seen him before. Up close, the beard looked real. And he was definitely older than I was; at least twice my age, maybe more. He had the kind of face that could be anywhere from sixty to eighty. But the voice was deep and strong, belonging more to a man my age. And I couldn't place him anywhere.

Trying to regain control of the situation, I said to his retreating back, "Um, sir? You know that I'm here about the sign, right? The one in the window?"

Before I could continue, he abruptly stopped. Turning sharply to his right, he picked up a small box from the second shelf, and continued to turn until he was facing me. "Actually, Dane, I'm here to help you. Sex life with Jennifer isn't going where you hoped it would, is it, pal?"

For the second time in as many minutes, I found myself with nothing to say. How did this old guy know about Jennifer? Was he my neighbor? I was a bit freaked. So, of course, I took a fallback position.

"My relationship with my girlfriend is not the issue, sir. This is about the paper sign in your window...."

"Pfff." He waved his free hand dismissively. "The sign will be gone by tomorrow, anyway. The real question is, Dane, will you let me help you?"

Still suspicious, I peered at him. "How?"

"Look, Dane, don't ask me how--we've never met before today, so you can stop racking your brain--but I know about your problems with Jennifer. She's beautiful, but a prude...."

My pride wouldn't let him continue. "Hey! Watch what--"

He continued as if I hadn't said a word. "...and you're into some of the kinky stuff, a little bondage, maybe even some hypnosis. Plus, you've grown a bit of a gut, and you're afraid that that's turning her off. How'm I doing so far?"

I sighed. My real fears unmasked. Working for mall security tends to encourage a lot of trips to the food court, if you know what I mean. I was ten pounds heavier than when I'd started, despite all the extra walking. Plus, I was afraid that if Jennifer ever found out what kinds of stuff I was into, she'd leave me behind like last year's fashions.

"Dead on, sir. Though I hate to admit it. But what can I do?"

He held out his hand. "You can use these."

I took the box from him. The front had a picture of someone's eyes, with spirals where the irises would be. The top of the box said, "Hypnote-Eyes, the Magic Hypnotic Eyes." Underneath, in smaller print, "Guaranteed to work, or your money back." There was no price tag.

I looked back up at the old man. "Looks like hypnotic spiral contact lenses."

"Give yourself a cigar."

I couldn't decide if his flippant attitude annoyed me or not. I decided to ignore it. Honey versus vinegar, remember? "So what's it do?"

"It lets you get away with what you've wanted to get away with, of course."

Oh. Of course. I didn't have a clue where this was going. "How does it work?'

"The instructions are inside."

"So why should I buy it? I shouldn't have to tell you that I don't believe in this stuff."

"Doesn't matter. It'll still work." He started walking again, this time to the sales counter. The only thing over there so far was an old-fashioned push-button cash register. Not knowing what else to do, I followed him.

When we got there, he said, "Look, Dane, I honor my guarantees. Try it tonight, tomorrow night. If it doesn't do anything, bring it back. I'm certainly not going to hassle a security guard, and get the mall office all pissed off at me, am I?"

I sighed again. "All right. How much?"

"--That much!"

"It's only two day's pay for you, Dane. Two days, versus the rest of your life. You know, an engagement ring is supposed to cost you two *month's* salary, for heaven's sake."

How the hell had he known how much I make? Still.... "All right, all right, sir, but I'm definitely bringing it back if it doesn't work. And I don't really expect it to, but--"

"Dane? Honey, are you okay?" Oh, crap.

Jennifer was looking at me, looking at the fork I'd been twirling in the salad for the last few minutes.

I apologized and muttered something about having a situation at work. Then I asked her how her day had gone, and we talked the rest of the meal.

By the end of dinner, I'd made the decision to actually test out the stupid contact lens thingies. I guess I shouldn't have been so surprised; after all, that semi-freaky old guy (Had he even told me his name? I couldn't remember.) wouldn't have bothered selling them to me otherwise, right?

So while Jennifer was in the shower, I snuck the box upstairs and into the side pocket of my robe. And when it was my turn to get cleaned up, I ducked in for a quick rinse, and left the shower running while I checked out the instructions. After the expected, 'Thank you for trying us, and we promise you the moon and stars, or else a full refund' crap, it basically boiled down to this:

You put the damn things in, look someone in the eye, and say, "Hocus Focus."

Yep, 'hocus focus.' Can you believe that crap?

Still, I'd gone to all this trouble, and the wizard-looking guy had promised I could return them, so I decided to give them a try. I slipped them in, and discovered that they didn't affect my vision in any way. If anything, I could actually see a little better than before.

The instructions had said that I could use them three times each on up to three people, and then they would disappear. Each time you used them on the same person, one of three things would happen:

The first time, the person who meets your gaze will be overcome with romantic feelings.

The next time, they will alter their features to become your ideal lover. Supposedly, the whole world will alter too, so that they will have always been like that.

The final time, they'll do whatever they're told, and believe everything they hear, for a period of six hours, again with reality-changing effects. The instructions also included a stern warning, to the effect of, 'Be really really careful, or you might create a situation you can't get out of.' Yeah, right.

Looking at my reflection, I could just barely see the spiral pattern. "No harm, no foul," I figured, and whispered, "Hocus Focus."

Romantic feelings be damned! Suddenly, I was horny, ragingly horny, harder than I had ever been! My cock was so full, it felt an inch longer than usual. I had just enough presence of mind to kill the shower and don my robe, before lurching out of the bathroom and into bed.

Jennifer was in her pajamas, reading. She glanced at my obvious erection with mild-to-moderate interest, and made some comment about finishing the chapter before we played.

Not good enough. "Look at me," I demanded. When, surprised at my insistence, she did so, I blurted out the magic words.

The effect was instantaneous. She went from irritated, to irradiated. I could practically hear her nipples pop up; I sure as hell could see them trying to knife their way through her pajama top. Within seconds, I could smell her arousal as well; she must've been pumping out fluid by the gallon! Sure enough, she didn't keep me in suspense. Her top and my robe hit the floor together, with her bottoms and panties following a moment later.

My girlfriend was beautiful. But like all real live women, she wasn't absolutely perfect. Now, fully believing in the power of my magic lenses, I whispered again, "Hocus Focus."

Jennifer's hair went from black to glossy black, and grew past her shoulders. Her eyes lightened to that perfect shade of green I'd always fantasized about. Her breasts stayed a C-cup, but now they were exactly the same size and shape, and they rode higher on her chest, without sagging. The little cleft in her chin smoothed itself out, and every last follicle of hair from below her nose melted off and away. Her clit doubled in size and sensitivity (Don't ask me how I knew that, I just did), and the calluses from her high-heeled shoes disappeared, as did all of her scars. The very smell of her altered slightly, the bitterness disappearing almost completely, and as she smiled, her white teeth outshone her Mediterranean tan. Plus a hundred other changes, large and small, but I'm sure you get the idea.

I clamped my fingers down on an inch-long nipple and pulled, and her gasp and moan were almost musical. We kissed, and her tongue reached the back of my throat. My long finger slid across her gushing pussy, making her arch and groan, and slid cleanly into the rosebud beneath. Without prompting, she climbed on top of me, and her super-strong PC muscles took my raging hard-on for the ride of its life.

She came twice before she eased up enough to let me climax as well. I loved every minute of it.

Panting and recovering, she turned to me and moaned, "Thank you, stud! I needed that, and I could see that you did, too!"

The reference to seeing reminded me about the magic contacts I still had in. I silently debated whether or not I needed to change this physically perfect woman any further, and the devil in me decided to go for broke.

Rolling onto my side, I looked her in the eye, kissed her softly, and murmured, "Hocus Focus."

Her eyes kind of softened, but they didn't (couldn't?) look away, and I knew that for the next few hours at least, she'd believe anything I told her, and her believing would make it so.

"Jennifer, sweetheart, I love you, and you love me, forever. In fact, we're already married, and living in the fully-paid house of our dreams." I felt the room change, and suddenly we were in a king-sized waterbed. A flash of gold caught my eye; I could see our wedding bands, and her half-carat engagement ring, sitting on our respective nightstands.

"You are a financial genius, and your business investments have paid off so well that we never have to work again." The engagement ring had grown to a full three carats; it was almost gaudy. Almost. "You love taking care of me, your sex drive matches mine, and you will always desire me, no matter what I look like." That should've taken care of any concerns about my growing gut, as well as having made her open to sex whenever I wanted it.

Over the next hour, we made love again. And again. She loved pleasing me with her mouth; I'd told her that. Her pussy was always a perfect fit; another suggestion. I'd even told her that she knew about the magic Eyes, and that she wasn't upset, but happy with whatever changes I made.

It occurred to me that I wasn't in the greatest of shape, and that maybe the magic contact lenses could do something about that. After all, I'd already said the words to myself once and made myself horny. Wasn't the second ability something about shape-changing into the ideal lover?

I figured I'd surprise Jennifer; after all, she deserved an ideal lover too. "Hocus Focus."

It took me less than a second to realize my mistake. The magic didn't make me into her ideal lover; it made me into mine!

There was no pop, no flash. For a moment I felt disoriented; then I realized that that was because I was six inches shorter than I'd been a moment ago! My weight was distributed kind of funny, too. My ass felt larger and rounder, and my D-cup melons swayed nakedly in front of me--

D-cup melons!? AAAaaaaggh! My mind froze; I didn't know what to do. So I padded back out to the bedroom, sans robe, hoping that Jennifer might have some idea about how to handle this.

She did, though it wasn't what I'd expected.

She took one look at me, like I was a fresh cannoli and she was ready for dessert. "Yum. Get over here, lover. I'm ready for another round."

Hunh? My sweet Jennifer was a closet lesbian? The same woman who had been so conservative, she hadn't even owned a vibrator? I knew I'd changed her, but not by that much. Or had I?

The answer came floating back, like a whisper on the wind. '...You will always desire me, no matter what I look like....'

"Oh, fuck me!" I said aloud, smacking my forehead.

"Yes, exactly!" Jennifer smiled, and I realized yet again what a grade-A imbecile I was. She was still under my magic influence; I'd just commanded her to make love to me; and now I couldn't even stop myself from sashaying over to our heated waterbed.

On the plus side, though, now at least I *wanted* to be fucked. With every step, I felt myself getting warmer, wetter and more aroused. Lacking all resistance, I flopped onto the bed and threw myself into my lover's waiting arms.

Let me tell you, lesbian lovemaking is absolutely wonderful. And it's even better when the both of you are flawlessly beautiful, totally in love, and so hyper-sensitive that practically anything can make you cum. We spent the next three hours rolling around, kissing, licking, sucking, exploring. She bit my nipples until I screamed; I happily returned the favor. Our fingers, tongues, and various toys wound up in every orifice, over and over. She tied me up, strapped a butterfly vibrator to my clit, and sat on my face, letting me tongue-fuck her until we'd both cum three times. I flogged her with a silk cat-o-nine tails, first across her ass, then her breasts, then her clit, bringing her to the very edge of pleasure. When I finally shoved my finger up her chute and my thumb in her pussy, she squeezed so hard I thought she'd left bruises!

Finally, exhausted and sweaty, we rolled apart, gently bobbing up and down. We'd been making love for hours and hours. For some reason, I still hadn't worked through all the changes that had happened to us, and the woman that I now was felt the need to talk about it.

"Jennifer, sweetheart, you still love me, right?"

"Of *course* I still love you, Dana," she giggled.

Dana. My new name. It even sounded right, now. "But I used to be a man!"

"Yes you did," she parroted, still agreeing with me, still under the spell.

"But I'm not a lesbian. I didn't want to be a lesbian."

"You didn't want to be a les--huh? Why not?"

Uh-oh. Now I no longer wanted to have sex with her. But she hadn't finished repeating what I'd said. Oh no. Don't tell me that the stupid spell picked just that moment to quit on me! I needed to know for sure, so I tried an experiment.

"But Jennifer, you're still bisexual, aren't you?"

She looked at me funny, for the first time in six hours. "Um, no. Never was. What made you ask me that?"

"Nothing, never mind," I muttered quickly. "So, um, what do we do now?"

She thought about it a moment; then she grinned wickedly. "I've got it! Maybe you can use the Eyes one more time to change yourself back! It's worth a try, anyway."

I couldn't think of anything else, either. So Jennifer reached into her nightstand and quickly pulled out a silver hand mirror. Before I could chicken out, I looked into it and uttered the magic words.

And truly sealed my fate.

I found that I couldn't speak, even to utter the words I desperately wanted to say. A fog of agreeability had settled upon my naked shoulders, and for the next six hours, I knew I would do whatever anyone else suggested.

And anyone else was Jennifer.

Her smile threatened to split her face. "Can't talk, Dana sweetheart?" she cooed. I nodded, happy that I couldn't talk.

"You wanted to change yourself back, didn't you?" Another nod. "But now you no longer want to, right?" I shook my head no, so violently that for a moment the room seemed to spin.

"Well, in a moment, sweetheart, I will allow you to speak. What I want you to do is to look into my eyes, and say the words, 'Hocus Focus,' two times in a row. After that, you can say anything that comes to mind, except for those two words. Got that?"

Yes, yes I did. A puppy couldn't be any more eager.

"Go ahead."

My eyes locked on hers, and my lips moved without thinking. "Hocusfocushocusfocus!"

Instantly, Jennifer was gone. In her place was the most gorgeous specimen of manhood ever found, my absolutely perfect husband, Jeffrey! And thanks to the first part of the spell, the part that gave him 'romantic feelings,' he had fully sprung fully sprung! His ten lovely uncircumcised inches was ample proof of his love and desire for me.

And, since I was no longer a lesbian, I desired him back. Oh, my, how I desired him back! My pussy was gushing a river. We would definitely have to change the sheets.

Just to put the icing on the cake, he declared, "You want me as much as I want you, don't you, my love?"

I absolutely melted at his rich warm baritone. My pussy started snapping with passion cramps. "Ooh, I need you so bad," I almost whined.

Rolling on top of me, he whispered, "And you're still as open-minded about sex as I am, plus you are fully bisexual." As he penetrated my waiting channel, he added, "Isn't that so, Dana, my love?"

"YES!" I cried out. "I love you, I, oh, fuck me, yeah, Fuck Me, oh, oh, God, Oh, God, yes, Yes, YES, I'M CUMMING!" And I put deed to words. Repeatedly. Again, a hint of something almost forgotten came back to haunt me: 'You love taking care of me, your sex drive matches mine...."

Over the next few hours, as the sun came up, he whispered all sorts of things into my ear. I can't even begin to remember them all, and I have a feeling that some of them I never will. I do remember a suggestion here and there, like how Jeffrey had told me how much I loved his ability to get hard and stay hard whenever he felt like it; that my left earlobe was tied to my clit and was multi-orgasmic, but only when licked; that instead of being just a financial genius, I knew he was a genius in all things; and that of course I'd never been a man--that had been just a silly fantasy, after all.

At the very last, Jeffrey asked me to look at him, say the magic words one last time, tell him to get at least six hours of sleep, and then go to sleep next to him, a loving couple. Of course I obliged my adoring husband; I was very obliging.

When we woke up that evening, the Hypnote-Eyes were gone. And I almost thought I heard an old man chuckling with delight. I must have still been dreaming, or maybe it was just the wind….

I've always wanted to write a 'Spells-R-Us' tale; and I'd very much love to know what you thought of this one. My e-mail address is listed above; to get through my spam filters, please use the title of this story in the subject line.