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Ben couldn’t believe his bad luck. The plan had been simple— get in the bank, blast the vault open, and get back out inside of a minute—and it had worked perfectly the first couple times he’d tried it. He’d managed to get away with over twenty thousand dollars after his first three heists. The problem was, the fourth bank he was trying to rob had recently reinforced their vault’s walls. The blast hadn’t made it all the way through, he’d been unable to get at the money, and he’d had to make a run for it with the cops on his trail. He’d lost them for now, but desperately needed a place to hide out for a while.

Ben knew his friend Jason had a really fancy place—more of a mansion really—on the outskirts of town. Jason had made a fortune doing....well, something. He’d been very secretive about what his employment actually was, just saying that he was a “freelance troubleshooter who made problems go away.” That sounded close enough to being unscrupulous that Ben was willing to take a chance. It wasn’t really like he had any other options if he wanted to stay out of jail anyway.....

Luckily, the cops hadn’t figured out that Ben knew Jason yet, so there wasn’t a roadblock on the way to his mansion. Jason was surprised to see Ben in the middle of the night, and when he heard about the problem he nodded solemnly. “Of course you can stay here.” He said. “But we’ll need a disguise in case the cops come knocking. I’ve got just the thing.”

Walking upstairs, he soon returned with a musty old book, a cloud of dust rising into the air as he thumped it down on the table. Noticing Ben’s dubious look, he explained “I picked this up in Morocco years ago, and its come in handy many times in solving my clients’ problems. Just trust me and close your eyes.” He said.

Ben did so as Jason began to read from the book in what sounded like Arabic. Funny, had it always been so cold in here?

Ben didn’t notice his body beginning to shrink as his facial and body hair completely melted away. His hair changed color from reddish brown to blonde, wrapping itself in an elaborate, feminine hairstyle which framed his face, which likewise slowly became female. Ben brushed a strand of hair away from his face as his clothing began to change. His baseball cap became a frilly headband as his shirt melted down into a skimpy top—really nothing more than a bra, honestly—and breasts pushed outwards on his chest, filling said top out quite nicely. A choker materialized around his neck as his upper body became fully female.

Ben’s sneakers morphed into a pair of high heels as stockings wrapped their way up his slimming legs. His pants transformed into a skimpy skirt, and Ben shifted as his anatomy became fully female.

“Okay, you can open your eyes now.” Jason called, and Ben’s jaw dropped in horror as he stared at himself in the mirror Jason was holding up. Instead of his normal self, an incredibly sexy blonde dressed as a French maid was sitting on the couch, feather duster in hand. “This can’t be possible” Ben whispered, and then clasped a handover his mouth, shocked at how....feminine he sounded.

Jason smirked at him. “You wanted a place to hide out, well, the cops will never find you here....especially since you are, well, no longer a man.” He chuckled. “Now, to finish the spell.....”

Ben opened his mouth to interrupt but it was too late, as Jason had begun chanting again. His head was feeling...fuzzy...all of a sudden, and the room seemed to be spinning.....

Marie smiled as she strutted over and gave her incredibly sexy boss a passionate kiss. She loved working here; Jason was just, like, such a good looking guy, and spending every night in his bed was just a bonus for living in a place like this. Still, she still had work to do, and after a few minutes of making out she hurried off to finish her cleaning responsibilities.

Jason laughed as he closed the old book. He’d never imagined magic was real, but the old man who’d given him this book as a reward for protecting him from the local police all those years back in Morocco had really done him a huge favor. There was really nothing quite like his brand of problem solving, he thought with a contented sigh. Now, time to see what Marie was up to....and maybe start their nightly fun a bit early.

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Ben couldn’t believe his bad luck. The plan had been simple— get in the bank, blast the vault open, and get back out inside of a minute—and it had worked perfectly the first couple times he’d tried it. He’d managed to get away with over twenty thousand dollars after his first three heists. The problem was, the fourth bank he was trying to rob had recently reinforced their vault’s walls. The blast hadn’t made it all the way through, he’d been unable to get at the money, and he’d had to make a run for it with the cops on his trail. He’d lost them for now, but desperately needed a place to hide out for a while.

Ben knew his friend Jason had a really fancy place—more of a mansion really—on the outskirts of town. Jason had made a fortune doing....well, something. He’d been very secretive about what his employment actually was, just saying that he was a “freelance troubleshooter who made problems go away.” That sounded close enough to being unscrupulous that Ben was willing to take a chance. It wasn’t really like he had any other options if he wanted to stay out of jail anyway.....

Luckily, the cops hadn’t figured out that Ben knew Jason yet, so there wasn’t a roadblock on the way to his mansion. Jason was surprised to see Ben in the middle of the night, and when he heard about the problem he nodded solemnly. “Of course you can stay here.” He said. “But we’ll need a disguise in case the cops come knocking. I’ve got just the thing.”

Walking upstairs, he soon returned with a musty old book, a cloud of dust rising into the air as he thumped it down on the table. Noticing Ben’s dubious look, he explained “I picked this up in Morocco years ago, and its come in handy many times in solving my clients’ problems. Just trust me and close your eyes.” He said.

Ben did so as Jason began to read from the book in what sounded like Arabic. Funny, had it always been so cold in here?

Ben didn’t notice his body beginning to shrink as his facial and body hair completely melted away. His hair changed color from reddish brown to blonde, wrapping itself in an elaborate, feminine hairstyle which framed his face, which likewise slowly became female. Ben brushed a strand of hair away from his face as his clothing began to change. His baseball cap became a frilly headband as his shirt melted down into a skimpy top—really nothing more than a bra, honestly—and breasts pushed outwards on his chest, filling said top out quite nicely. A choker materialized around his neck as his upper body became fully female.

Ben’s sneakers morphed into a pair of high heels as stockings wrapped their way up his slimming legs. His pants transformed into a skimpy skirt, and Ben shifted as his anatomy became fully female.

“Okay, you can open your eyes now.” Jason called, and Ben’s jaw dropped in horror as he stared at himself in the mirror Jason was holding up. Instead of his normal self, an incredibly sexy blonde dressed as a French maid was sitting on the couch, feather duster in hand. “This can’t be possible” Ben whispered, and then clasped a handover his mouth, shocked at how....feminine he sounded.

Jason smirked at him. “You wanted a place to hide out, well, the cops will never find you here....especially since you are, well, no longer a man.” He chuckled. “Now, to finish the spell.....”

Ben opened his mouth to interrupt but it was too late, as Jason had begun chanting again. His head was feeling...fuzzy...all of a sudden, and the room seemed to be spinning.....

Marie smiled as she strutted over and gave her incredibly sexy boss a passionate kiss. She loved working here; Jason was just, like, such a good looking guy, and spending every night in his bed was just a bonus for living in a place like this. Still, she still had work to do, and after a few minutes of making out she hurried off to finish her cleaning responsibilities.

Jason laughed as he closed the old book. He’d never imagined magic was real, but the old man who’d given him this book as a reward for protecting him from the local police all those years back in Morocco had really done him a huge favor. There was really nothing quite like his brand of problem solving, he thought with a contented sigh. Now, time to see what Marie was up to....and maybe start their nightly fun a bit early.