The young man in the red suit looked at the three, his eyes running up and down their new bodies with lascivious glee. "I do amazing work if I do say so myself."
"What did you do, and why?!?!" Mike was at his wit's end.
"That's complicated. Let's just say that the site this little store of yours is built upon is of interest to me. It has a very interesting history, predating this building and all of you spending your days here." the young man walked around the three newly minted dancers, seeming to take a deep breath. "I can smell the power."
"That's probably just cedar chips from the small animal habitats. What in the Hell did you do to us, asshole?!?!" Wren asked venomously.
The man walked up to Wren and smiled fiendishly. "You're a feisty one, aren't you Wren. I'm going to enjoy using you." the man walked over behind Kyle and stood behind him, putting his hands on Kyle's exposed new smooth shoulders.
"When I first got wind of how special this spot is, I investigated all of you. Looked into your lives, poked around in your heads, dug through your hopes, dreams, dark secrets. While doing so, I developed an interest in young mister Kyle here."
Kyle shuddered, tears forming at the corners of his eyes. "Please...stop this...fix them. You can do whatever you want with me..." he sniffed.
"Oh Kyle my boy, I can do whatever I want with ALL of you now. Now, where was I? Ahh, yes, Kyle here. Did you know that Kyle is a bit confused? He's never really felt comfortable in his skin...with who and what he is."
"He's a good kid. What did you do to him?" Mike barked angrily.
"After I poked around amongst his hopes and dreams, even, no ESPECIALLY the long-buried ones, I introduced myself to him. I ingratiated myself with him and kindled a friendship with him. Kyle proved VERY susceptible to my flatter, attention, and good looks, didn't you Kyle?" the young man tightened his grip on Kyle's shoulders.
"He...he made me think he liked me...that he cared..." Kyle closed his eyes, sniffling.
"Anyway, the little crybaby here has always wanted to be dainty. Smooth. Feminine. Wearing Mommy's clothes, that kind of thing." Kyle looked down at the floor, clearly mortified. "When Kyle was 10 or 11, he happened to stumble upon that little video the two of you found so enthralling earlier. He liked it. A LOT. You were obsessed with it, weren't you Kyle?"
Kyle didn't answer.
"So, Kyle happens to see a shooting star one night and makes a wish upon it. What did you wish for Kyle? Answer truthfully, I don't care if you don't want to."
Kyle stifled his sniffling. "I-I wished that I would grow up to be like one of them...the work with a group like them...the belong amongst them."
The man laughed. "Yes. Yes, you did."
"So a wish he made over a decade ago is binding?!?! What kind of bullshit nonsense is this?!?!" Wren was pissed.
The man smiled. "No, it isn't. BUT, a few nights ago, while Kyle and I were having some "fun," I got him to admit that he had made that wish. Didn't I Kyle" the man whispered into Kyle's ear.
"You got me drunk! Gave me a hand job! I didn't know that..." Kyle pleaded through tears.
"It doesn't matter if you knew. I asked you if you still, in your heart of hearts wished that that wish would come true and if you were willing to sell your soul in exchange for it. And what did you say, Kyle?"
Kyle looked down, his lip quivering as if he didn't want to answer. "I, I said yes," he responded meekly.
"Yes. You said yes. And now we're all together. Your little work family is going to be the sexy little sisterhood that Kyle always dreamed of being part of."
"That's crazy!!! This can't be real!!! It's not fair, we didn't..." Wren protested.
"Fair" has nothing to do with it. My contract with Kyle is binding and you two and all of your coworkers are considered property attached to said contract. So, for the next year, you belong to me."
"A year?!?! You're going to keep us like this for a year?!?!" Mike was incredulous as he gestured down to his small new female body."What do you expect us to do?!?!"
"I expect you to do whatever I want. And you will. Everything you are now, from the tips of your toes to the tops of your lovely necks were crafted by me, and will do whatever I want. Your sad little heads are just along for the ride. You, and your wishes and willpower, don't matter in any way shape, or form. My advice to you is to just sit back and enjoy the ride. You have no other options."
The man let go of Kyle's shoulders. Walking around the trio again, he clapped his hands. "Now that we've settled that, we have work to do. Kyle and I will remain here. We're going to be renovating the store...AND the rest of your coworkers for that matter."
"Please, not anyone else..." Kyle pleaded.
"Hush, sweetie." the man countered, as Kyle was forced to do so. "While we're doing that, I want you two, Mike and Wren, to run an errand for me. You're going to get me the title and ownership to this building and the land it stands on."
"How are we going to do that?!?!" Wren asked, incredulous.
"You'll see. Remember what I said, just sit back and enjoy the ride!" the man cackled fiendishly.
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