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In the backroom of a wig store, Kyle stood with his arms crossed and sneered at the little old lady that sat on the other side of the table.
"Do you think this is some sort of game?" he asked. "I could crush your throat with one hand."
Kyle was a tall, muscular, and good looking guy, the sort who knew it. He'd been arrested three times already in his life, and he was only twenty-four.
"Take a seat, boy," she said without fear. She placed her wrinkled, arthritic hands flat on the table. "I don't know how you found out about me, but if I correctly understand your words, you wish for the world to forget all the crimes that you've already done, is that correct?"
"That's right," Kyle grinned.
"Well, I can do that," she said calmly, "for a price and you-"
"Shut up!" Kyle snapped. "No stupid price. Just do it or I'll kill you, witch!"
The old lady cackled a laugh. "Witch, eh? Maybe. Oh... how many times I've been threatened by men like you," she looked down at the table. "Alright" she stand up and walked to the old chest in the corner, opened it and took out an wig made with long golden curly hairs. The old witch sat again. "With my magic wig, nobody will ever remember that you've done any crimes, boy," she said a wicked grin as she offered him the wig.
"Funny old bitch, are you mocking me?" taking the wig, Kyle played with the hairs, twisting it between his fingers. "This will make people forget about the things that I did," Kyle snorted. "If that didn't work, I'll back here, y'hear."
He instantly grabbed the wig and ran out to the streets. "Hope this thing really works." He thought while riding his motorbike. Sirens suddenly burst forth in the distance "Fuck!! I thought they are not following me today!" Kyle cursed while looking behind him. He turned on a narrow street, stopping his motorbike to take off his helmet and put on the wig.
At this moment, police cars suddenly showed up and slowed down near him. A loud male voice came from the open car window "It's just a fucking chick!" and drove fast away.
"Haha! Damn fucking cops" Kyle laughed inside "seems the wig works" he muttered while putting back the helmet, turn the motorbike and drive away in the opposite direction.
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Satisfied while riding his motorbike, Kyle noticed opened cheap street cafe in a remote corner. It was crazy night and he wanted drink bottle of beer, so he stopped his bike near and walked to opened window. Old man looked at him and said with smile on his face: "Hello, what can I do for you, pretty face?"
"Gimme beer, asshole." answered Kyle noticing how strange his new higher pitched voice sounded.
"We're selling only iced coffees and lemonades, honey" giving him glass bottle filled with golden lemonade.
"What a fuck?" thinking Kyle holding bottle in hand. His big palm seemed different, very small and thin with poorly painted and broken nails. Kyle slowly looked at glass cafe's window seeing young blonde skinny girl. She looked at him with questioning eyes repeating his own movements, holding a bottle.
Suddenly Kyle felt something strange on his chest and instinctively he glanced to down and froze. Small mounds were visible under soft white dirty fabric covering thin body. "Nooo!! Shit!!!! What the fuck!" he screamed in high pitched voice dropping the bottle.
"Hey!! You wanna pay!!" old man angrily shouted to him from behind the opened window.
Kyle touching his strange full lips and soft white cheeks without noticing old man's words. His hands moving over his slim body, grabbing soft feminine breasts, feeling strange sensation from nipple. "Oh, no! My..." He pulled up short nightgown to look at his soft pussy.
"Oh, please God!" old man shouted again, interrupting his thoughts "No one wanna see yer pussy! Pay for the damn drink now!"
"Huh?" Kyle suddenly realized that all of this just effect of magic wig. He quickly grabbed his hair pulling it away, but feeling pain as long golden curly hairs became part of his head.
"You gonna pay or I gonna call the police, blondie!" the old man screamed, but suddenly stopped and smiled at Kyle. "Kayla, why you're on street? Come inside now and change into waitress's uniform, ya hear? Many customers coming for breakfast. We need to get ready!"
"Y... you kno... me" Kyle couldn't believe his ears.
"You kidding, dummy!? Ya living with me 3 years! Did ya get amnesia or something?" said old man stroking Kyle cheek. "You okay, girl? Maybe I have to send you to the hospital."
"Get off!!" Kyle angrily shouted to him while driving away, "What the hell?! Damn! This fucking magic wig turned me into a girl or something
"Magic wig? What are you talking about? My poor wife lost mind!" The old man sadly shaking his head while returning inside.
Kyle looked back wanted to return but couldn't find now his bike, it disappeared. Suddenly he felt strong feel go to cafe and change his clothes. "Damn it! Why?? Why I need go inside there!! I want leave this damn place, but this old man will be angry if I not going work in his cafe. Stupid! Arrghhh! Why it is so important?" he screamed and looked down at his breasts. "I don't want being fucking bitch. Being waitress in some shithole cafe!" he looked at his hand and narrowed his eyes. "What?! Why am i wearing some ugly cheap ring? It's not mine! Damn, I feel strange while looking at this thing" Kyle started spinning this little ugly ring wanted to take from his finger, but suddenly feeling heavy breathing "Oh, no! I can't get it off... Daddy will be mad... I must sorry him, he loves me, I know it... but... little blow job never was bad..." he though feeling wet pussy, suddenly realized what he said, feeling humiliated.