A few days after that evening, Paige and Marcus had a good, long talk over the phone. While she appreciated his unwillingness to hurt her, she explained that he has permission to do such things to her when she asks for it and that his previous attitude was bordering on overprotective. He could start slower if he wished, and Marcus accepted. So that weekend, Marcus went to Paige’s apartment, Nadine having been told explicitly that she was not to be around during that time. Marcus looked at the piece of paper he had with him: a list of ideas he had. He was still unwilling to completely rewrite his girlfriend into an entirely new person, but that didn’t mean the Mind button was off limits: he just had to be more creative.

 

Marcus certainly did not expect Paige to greet him while wearing a blue bikini. Her breasts were about the size of pumpkins and her face looked like she was experiencing the most pleasurable relief imaginable.

“I was good all week, I swear!” She moaned “I didn’t orgasm once this week until today, but once I was out of work, and the thought of you coming over…”

“It’s fine; I get it.” Marcus said, “So long as you didn’t get in trouble at work. Oh, and by the way, it’s hot out. Really hot. In fact, you feel if you don’t remove that bikini top, you’ll overheat.”

As he said this, Marcus was pressing the yellow button. Paige began to fan herself and pant but she wasn’t sweating; it was all in her head.

“C…can we go inside? I’m roasting out here.”

“Sure thing, Paige.”

“How can you stand to be out here?!”

“You’ll feel better once you get that bikini top off.”

 

Once they were inside, and Paige was bare breasted, Marcus used the reset setting to undo everything on her so as to start with a blank slate. The apartment was a small lower case t-shape, with a kitchen/living room having two bedrooms and a bathroom branching off of it.

“What would you like to do first?” Marcus asked

“A game. If you can guess what I did to you last week, you get to change me. Otherwise, I get to change you.”

“I don’t remember you using the device on me.”

“I made you forget, but something has been different all week. Now guess.”

Marcus looked at himself. He could not figure out what was different. Same dark skin, same brown curls, same shirt, same pants…

“I give up. What’s different about me?”

In response, Paige hit the yellow button and commanded a reset. Only then did Marcus remember that he didn’t normally wear woman’s underwear. Of course, that underwear became very fitting afterwards as Paige made his body below the neck an exact copy of hers.

 

“This is surreal…” Marcus said, feeling his new breasts. They gave a bit of pleasure, but honestly not as much as he was expecting and certainly nothing like his junk being touched.

“I know you’re all ‘no sex’,” Paige smirked, “but you’ve got my body now and I have a spare bathroom if you want to-”

“Maybe later. I want to do more changes first. How about chess next? Winner uses the device on the loser?”

“Bring it on.”

Their game went on for a while as neither was particularly skilled at the game and they had a minor rules argument when Paige didn’t know what castling was, but after a while, Paige moved herself into check and neither knew it until Marcus picked up his bishop and, seeing an opportunity, defeated the king. Consulting his list, Marcus pointed the device at her, changing her from white to black.

“Do you have a thing for black women” she asked, looking at her new self in the bathroom mirror.

“Not any more than other women, but I was curious to see how much you’d change.”

“Well, my face an hair are really different, but my body didn’t change much.”

“Maybe I can fix that with another chess game. Besides, with your race changed, you can see if people treat you any different when we go out tonight.”

“We’re going out?”

“Yeah, to maybe dinner and a movie. No use keeping these changes to ourselves, right?”

 

They played a few more games of chess, with Paige getting an extra pair of breasts (which Marcus undid next round as he didn’t care for the look), in addition to her becoming about five and a half inches high. In the meantime, Marcus got his penis back and his breasts and ass doubled in size. After that, they switched to poker, where It was decided that everyone would treat Marcus as a little girl no matter what he said (as his speech patterns would be altered too) and Paige was allowed to be three foot six (so she could pose as Marcus’s little person mother) but she could no longer raise her head higher than her ass, so she was constantly bent over. Finally came mahjong for mental changes. Paige was forced to believe that her shortest skirt was the only bottom piece she owned (coupled with her body refusing to let her head be higher than her ass, Marcus got quite the show). And Marcus was given a phobia of disobeying women.

 

“Paigey? We go now?” Marcus said, his voice sounding the same but being unable to speak like a grown man, “Me wan’go see movie.”

“We will just have to wait for the driver to get here. We can’t drive like this after all…geez, I’m going to have to stand in my seat just to see the screen like this.”

“Sowwy”

“Hey, Marcus? Thanks for giving this another chance. Are you having fun now?”

“Yeah I guess. Me like making stuff up.”

“You mean you like coming up with all the crazy things to make me do?”

“Yeah.”

The two of them kissed passionately until the driver arrived to pick the couple up, one a man with the body of a woman with big breasts, ass and a penis. The other one a little black woman hunched over in a short skirt. While the two of them had fun, no movie could compare to their new wonderful device.