"Honey, stop touching everything!" An average looking mother quietly berated her 10-year old son as they were browsing inside a small antiques and trinket shop called Odds n' Ends. It wasn't much of a shop, the owner, a man in his fifties by the name of George had rented the property instead of buying it. The shop was located up the street from a hardware store, Wilko, and several other businesses, including a salon by the name of Beautylicious. Another salon, Lash Academy, wasn't all that far away either, offering clients a slighty more varied range of treatments due to it's slighty larger size.
But... enough digressing. The 10 year old boy in question seemed mesmerized by a certain gold medallion, with what looked like a deep red, precious stone in the center that seemed to shimmer, as it something was inside. "Mum, can I have this?" The boy whined.
The shop owner looked over his glasses, then looked at the boy's mother. "That's er... a rather expensive item ma'am." He said.
"You heard the man Thomas, put it down." The woman told her son, who mumbled to himself, but nonetheless did what he was told. But before he let go of it, he gave the stone in the middle of the medallion a rub... three times. Looks like there's something inside. The boy thought. If there is, it should be free.
Those last words caused the medallion's stone to start glowing a little as soon as the boy turned his back and walked back over to his mother, who was inspecting a silver platter that she was thinking of purchasing to serve New Year drinks on at home when her extended family came around.
The glowing in the stone meanwhile intensified, and a crack soon appeared. All of a sudden... the three people in the shop froze in place as time briefly came to standstill. The stone shattered and a brilliant upward blast of energy was emitted. Riding that wave of energy... was a fairy-like creature, wings struggling to flap at first, but it soon seemed to adjust to being free again. And the expression on the fairy's face... was not a happy one. "WRETCHED HUMANS!! Imprisoning me like some flea-bitten djinn!" The fairy snapped angrily in an otherwise sing-song, female voice. "What is this hovel?" She then scowled, looking around, as time slowly resumed around her.
The fairy, which the boy had unwillingly freed from it's prison, was called Myx. Genderless, but always recognized as female because of it's voice and appearance, Myx was mischief incarnate. The last time she was free was over 200 years ago, in London. Myx was a magical creature with the ability to swap people around in any way, including their clothing... if she felt the need to. It was her purpose for being, for existing. And plus... it was FUN to do. She loved messing with and manipulating these irritating, unimportant creatures. And her feelings towards the human species only got worse when a practising warlock, William Blake, discovered Myx, pretended to befriend the fairy... and then imprisoned her. But now... she was free again... and she wanted to exact her own special kind of revenge, even though William Blake was long since dead and Myx was no longer in London.
"What have we here?" Myx said, flying over to the mother and son. "My saviour it would seem?" Myx said, eyebrow arched as she studied the human child and his slightly frumpish mother. "I suppose some kind of reward is necessary." She said, tapping her chin as she hovered there. Myx was invisible to every human, unless she wanted to be seen, which wasn't the case, for now at least. And trusting a human again would not be easy, this she knew.
When she witnessed the mother against berating her son for touching things, Myx had an idea. "Let's give you the advantage over your horrible mother shall we." Myx grinned wickedly, before thrusting her right hand forward. A bolt of energy shot out of her hand and struck the boy in the back, then she did the same with the mother. Within an instant both their heads retracted down into their bodies with a faint cracking sound. Seconds later their heads re-emerged on each other's bodies, and both seemed bewildered for a moment before resuming what they were doing, totally unaware.
"Much better!" Myx said, admiring the sight of the boy's head on his mother's 5'5" adult body. The boy winced as he adjusted his bra strap, then he messed with the hem of his sweater for a moment, briefly revealing his slightly flabby mid-section underneath. The boy had gained six inches in height from the swap, as well as his mother's worn pussy and her midly saggy C-cup breasts (and the rest of her body of course).
"And you!" Myx turned her attention to the shop owner George, where she had been for the past several months, trapped in the medallion. "Punishment is swift, is it not?" She blasted him with an energy bolt as well, before shooting one in the boy's direction again. George, while being in his fifties, was still in decent shape, slim and well groomed. But as Myx swapped Thomas' new excess fat over to the shop owner, this changed. George soon had the flab that had belonged to the boy's mother and then Thomas himself until moments ago. Whereas now Thomas had a slimmer, female body, his mother's former clothes now hung much looser on him than before. "Much better!" Myx nodded, turning her attention back to Thomas. "And you are thus rewarded." She muttered to herself. She hated owing a debt, even if the other party was unaware of it. And she hated owing human even more.
Myx scowled at the now chubby shopkeeper as he adjusted his trouser belt, then that scowl turned into a grin before she phased through the front door of the shop and appeared outside in the street on the cold December morning. Inhaling deeply, Myx smirked broadly. "Free again, at last!"
She looked up and down the street, and planned her next move.
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