If wands could work,

You’d be lying on the floor,

You’d be begging me, “please,

Please, baby don’t change me no more...”

If wands could work,

You’d be reeling from the change

And you’d never lie again...

If wands could work.

“What the heck are you singing now?” grumbled Troy.  “Are you still on about that silly thing your great-aunt gave you?”

Nancy glowered at him.  “I know what you did last night.  If this wand worked... oh, what I’d do to you.”

Troy laughed merrily.  “You’re not going to do anything to me.  We both know this.  Why do you even bother?”

“That’s what really pisses me off.  You’re not even ashamed.  You’re banging your secretary.  Who does that?  Who even has a secretary these days?”

He flashed a winning grin, the one that had melted her heart and apparently was irresistible to secretaries as well.  “Perks of the job.  Don’t be a bitch about it, that job pays for you to stay home and do whatever... or whoever... you want.”

Nancy shook her head.  “I’m not like that.  Can’t just bang around whoever.  I gave my heart to you.”

“I didn’t ask for it.  You knew this up front when you trampled on all the other girls in the way.  Why are you fussing now?”

Nancy turned the ornate golden baton in her hands.  It felt heavy and portentous, as if it really could do magic.  There were animals carved along its length.  Her fingers brushed against the pig.  How appropriate that would be.  “I hate watching you leave, knowing she’s out there.”

“When’s the last time you wanted to fuck?” he asked, leering at her.

“Two weeks ago.”

“And when’s the last time we fucked?”

Nancy sighed.  “Same.”

“I’m here for you whenever you want it, babe.  But you don’t want it as often as I do.  I’m trying to be considerate.”

Nancy’s eyes flashed.  “Considerate?  Fucking your secretary is considerate?  How the hell do you figure that?”

“I want to fuck.  You don’t.  Forcing the issue with you would be unpleasant for both of us.  Ergo, considerate.”

“Men are all pigs.  If this wand worked, that’s all you’d be.  A disgusting, slimy pig on the outside, just like you are on the inside.”

Troy snorted at that.  “Yeah, right.  Circe you ain’t.”

Nancy pointed the wand at him.  “Circe grant me my wish, make this man squeal like the pig he truly should be.”

To both their shock, a luminous glow built around the wand’s tip, forming into the ghostly image of a pig.  It jumped toward Troy.  At the last moment he dove out of the way, but the glowing pig followed and struck his chest.  It sunk away into him, leaving a residual shimmer around his body.

“What the...  Holy crap it is magic!  But why aren’t you changing?”

Troy shrugged, and stood up.  “You... oink!”  His eyes grew wide as his mouth sprouted forward into a pig’s muzzle.  “No..oink!”  His throat thickened as the rest of his head changed.  Frantic oinking followed, and with each squeal his body twisted and changed.  One oink turned his hands into hooves, the next set his sculpted chest billowing with fat.  That change really set him to squealing.  Long before the squealing died down there was nothing left of Troy, just a pig shrugging off the wreckage of his suit.  The pig stared up at Nancy forlornly.

“It’s a good look on you.  Maybe I should keep you this way.”

The pig tried to object, but all that came out of its mouth was more oinking and squeals.  He settled to the floor, arranged his legs in front of him in an approximation of a begging position.  Somehow, the pig’s pleading expression reminded her of Troy’s earlier smile.

“Baby, please change me back?  Is that what you’re trying to say?”

Troy nodded.

“You’ll do anything?”  Nancy chuckled throatily.  “Huh.  I might consider it.  Right now... I need a walk.  Don’t make too much work for the maid, okay?”

Nancy tucked the wand into her purse and strolled out of the living room and toward the front door as calmly and casually as she could manage.  As soon as she was clear of the house she started to hyperventilate.  “Holy shit it actually worked.  What the hell do I do now?”

She pulled out her phone and called her sister.   “Ann, Ann!  You have to help me.”

“Is Troy being a pig again?”

“No, Troy is a pig!” Nancy yelled.

“I’ve been telling you that for ages.  What the hell do you see in that guy, other than immense wealth, six pack abs, and a cock to die for... oh right.”  Ann chuckled.  “Lucky bitch.”

“No, I’m being serious.  That wand great-aunt Beatrice gave me in her will?  It actually worked.”

“Holy carp, really?  That’s great.  She did say it was magic.  Something about ‘Circe’, wasn’t it?”

“Yeah, she called it Circe’s wand.  But I have no idea how it works!  If I can’t change him back by tomorrow, he might be stuck as a pig forever!”

“Okay, okay.  Don’t set your hair on fire.  Again.  I’ll be there as soon as I can.  While you’re waiting, try to remember what you did and said when you used the wand.”

“Okay.  Thanks, sis.”

Nancy paced in the circular driveway in front of the mansion, waiting for her sister’s arrival.  Finally an older but well-maintained Honda pulled into the drive and parked right in the middle of it.

“Are you ever going to get rid of that thing?” asked Nancy.  “Troy has offered to buy you a new one every Christmas since we got married.”

Ann patted the hood of her car.  “She has sentimental value.  So let’s see this wand of yours...”

Nancy pulled it out of her purse.  “I don’t know what came over me.  I pointed it at him, and said some stuff that started with its name.”  She gestured with the wand as she spoke.

Ann sidestepped it.  “Hey, careful where you point that.  I don’t want to be a pig.  Hey, wasn’t there a pig carving on the side of it?”

Nancy twisted the wand in her hand and studied it.  “Yeah, here, the second one.  Man, pig, donkey, dog, cat, woman.  Do you think it means anything?”

Ann reached out and ran her fingers lightly along the figures.  “They feel like they should do something.  They’re so distinctive, like you could pick them out by touch alone.”

“Oooh, I do remember touching the pig while thinking about it.”

“Don’t touch the pig!”

Nancy grumbled.  “Fine, fine.”  She touched the cat instead.  “Circe...”

“Careful...”  Ann stepped away from her sister and from where the wand was pointing.

The words flowed out of her mouth as if she was being prompted by some outside force.  “Grant me the power to make the woman before me purr like a cat.”

A ghostly cat formed at the end of the wand.  “Uhoh,” muttered Nancy.

“At least I was out of the... eeek!”  Ann squeaked in surprise as the cat turned toward her and pounced.  It vanished into her and left behind a shimmer.

“You... don’t seem to be changing.”

“Yet... Meow!”  Ann’s mouth turned into a black-furred muzzle.  She covered it with her hands.

“Oh hell.  That’s what happened to Troy, too!  Every time he squealed he changed further.  Don’t say anything!”

Ann nodded in agreement.  She pondered for a moment, then pulled out her phone and typed out a text.  “Now what do we do?”

“I don’t know!  Maybe it’ll go away if you stay quiet for a while?”

“What if I’m stuck like this?” Ann texted.

“Uh... well, there’s a woman on the wand.  Maybe that will turn you back?  You might want to change, first.  C’mon, let’s head to the gazebo.”

Ann tucked her phone away and nodded.  “Okay... Meow!”  Ann’s long hair dwindled into fuzzy fur all over her head, and her eyes grew slitted.

“Stop!”

Ann meowed plaintively, and despite her sister’s entreaties, she didn’t stop until the change had finished.  She had become a black-furred panther, much the same size as she’d been as a human.  The panther hung her head dejectedly.

“Why didn’t you stop?”

Ann nosed through her purse until Nancy got the idea, and pulled out her sister’s phone.  She set it on the ground.  Through trial and error, Ann figured out that her paw-pads worked passably well on the phone.  They were clumsy, but with effort and focus she could still type.  “Couldn’t stop.”

“Damn.  So you get the one meow, and after that, you’re hooped?”  Nancy started to giggle.  “Talk about a way to shut someone up.  ‘Be quiet or be a cat’.”

Ann growled at her sister, then typed “try woman”.

“But you’re so cute like this.  I can’t believe your shirt and leggings still kind of fit.  Good thing they’re stretchy...”

Ann flexed her claws.

“Fine, fine.  I should turn you into a dog for that.”

Ann snorted.  She prowled toward her sister, then bunted her head against Nancy’s leg.  Nancy skritched her behind the ears, which drew a low, rumbling purr from the panther.  “Aww, you do purr.”  She kept the skritching up as Ann’s eyes slitted closed and the enormous cat snuggled up against her legs.  “You might enjoy this better than living alone...  I could use a big, dangerous kitty as a protector and companion.  Please?  This would be fun.”

Ann shrugged and snuggled up against her sister.

Nancy petted her contentedly, crouching down as Ann melted lower to the ground.  “There are comfier places to sit around here.  C’mon, let’s go for a walk.”

Ann grumbled, and waited by her purse as Nancy started walking off.  Nancy came back to scoop up the phone and purse, then led her fuzzy sister on a ramble around the grounds.  Ann watched the koi in the pond avidly, but her one attempt to swat one out failed.  Nancy chided her, and they moved on.

When they reached the gazebo, Nancy turned on the space heater and sat at one end of one of the padded benches.  Ann nimbly hopped up beside her and snuggled up once more.  “See?  This isn’t so bad.”

Ann huffed softly, but nodded her head.  She watched the garden for a time, ears perking whenever birds flew by.  Eventually she nosed at Nancy’s handbag again.

“Okay, fine.  I suppose it’s time to try.  Promise me you’ll let me change you back into a big kitty once in a while?”

Ann considered the request, staring up into her sister’s eyes.  She blinked slowly, then lowered her head.

“I’ll take that as at least a maybe.”  Nancy pulled out the wand, and let her finger rub the embossed figure of a woman.  “Circe, hear my plea.  Make this woman a woman again.”

Nothing happened.  “Circe, please turn my sister back into a woman.  Pretty please?”

Still nothing.

Ann huffed in frustration and nosed at her purse until her sister fetched out her phone.  “Talk like woman,” she typed.

“Oh!  Of course.  Circe, please make this woman talk like a woman.”

Nothing continued to happen.

“Not woman,” typed Ann.

“Oh, right.  Silly me.  Circe, make this cat laugh like a woman.”  A ghostly woman darted from the wand to the panther.

Ann giggled, and her lips became human.  She laughed and guffawed her way back to normality, and hugged her sister tight.  “You did it!”

Nancy grinned broadly.  “I did!”

“Can I try?”

Nancy stared down at the wand in her hand, gripping it tight.  The very idea of letting go of it appalled her.  “I...  It’s my precious.”

“Are you going to turn into Gollum, now?”

Nancy shook her head.  “Wicked sorceress turning men into pigs... maybe.”

“Is that what you really want to be?”

Nancy shook her head again.  “But I can feel the pull.  It would be so much fun.”

“I’m not saying not to have fun with it.  I’d be your pet cat again, as long as you let me undress first.”

“Oh?  It didn’t hurt?”

“It felt really weird, but not painful.  And purring was nice.  You should try it.”  Ann held out her hand.  “Pretty please?  You don’t want to be an evil sorceress.”

Nancy flashed her a grin.  “Didn’t say evil.  Said wicked.”

“Same thing.”

Nancy shook her head.  “Wicked can be fun, and is next door neighbour to kinky.”

“You’re not seriously thinking of using this for sex.”

“Imagine the power,” she purred.  “Start the change, then tease a person into barking, turning them into a dog in your hands.  Can you hold out?  For how long?  Hell, is it really bestiality if there’s a human intelligence behind the eyes?  You made a sexy panther.”

Nancy’s fingers traced along the embossings on the wand.  “Or perhaps...”

“Nancy!  What are you...”

“Circe, make this woman talk like a man.”

The ghostly image on the tip of the wand vacillated for a moment, then darted into Nancy’s body.  She dropped the wand and covered her mouth to keep from speaking.

Ann scooped up the wand and tucked it into her purse.  “You have some dangerous ideas, sister of mine.  I wonder... are you still ticklish?”

Nancy shook her head frantically, but couldn’t keep from giggling as Ann tickled her ribs.  Soon her dress was straining as her shoulders broadened and her arms grew more muscular.  She pulled it up over her head and Ann helped her get it off before it tore.  Her bra creaked, and in the process of getting it off the hooks got bent out of shape.

Ann studied the bra to avoid looking at her sister.  “Oh, it’s not too bad.  They’ll bend right back with a little work.”

“It’s okay,” rumbled Nancy in a deeper voice than before.  “I’ve got lots.”  She glanced down at her body, and giggled.  “I’m not very manly.”

“You’re a bit of a shrimp.  Nice muscles, though.  Flex for me?” Ann asked with an impish grin.

Nancy stood up and tried out a few bodybuilding poses.  Ann fanned herself, watching avidly.  “I won’t lie, you look damn fine.”  She stood up to walk around her transformed sister.  “You’re about the same height.  And... to be honest, I’ve always had a thing for guys my size.  I’d do you.”

Nancy squeaked in a very unmanly fashion, and started to blush.  “Ann!”

“Hey, you were going to do this to me.”

“And then turn you back into the kitty.”

Ann’s eyes widened.  “Kinky little bitch.”  She pulled out the wand.  “But I suppose this won’t turn you into a bitch, now, will it?  Circe make this man bark like a dog.  Shit, why did I say that?”

It was too late for regrets, the figure had already darted to Nancy.  “You bi... woof!  Oh woof!”

“So much for trying the silent treatment,” sighed Ann as her sister changed once more.  She started to grin.  “But I do see what you mean about power.  Mmm.  There’s just something about watching a person transform helplessly in front of you that is so, so appealing.  Doesn’t hurt that you make a gorgeous dog.”

Nancy woofed curiously, and angled her muzzle to get a look at herself.  She appeared to be a large golden retriever, with waves and waves of lovely fur.  She barked at her sister playfully, then ran a couple of laps around the gazebo.

“Time for walkies?  Okay.”

Ann retraced their walk from earlier.  She found a recently fallen stick that hadn’t been cleaned up by the grounds crew, and tossed it for Nancy to fetch, which the dog did so eagerly that Ann couldn’t help but laugh and throw it again.

When they got to the door of the house, Ann crouched and gave her lovely golden pet a big hug.  “This really was a fun day.  But it’s time to deal with human things again.”

Ann pulled the wand out of her purse.  “Circe, I think my sister has learned her lesson.”  Before she could try the usual invocation, there was a rush of magic from Nancy to the wand, and her sister stood up from her crouch, human once more.

“Well.  That’s nifty.”  Ann held out the wand.

Nancy frowned at the wand, reaching for it then hesitating.  “You’re just giving it up?”

“I can feel that it’s yours.  It likes me well enough, maybe because I’m your sister, but it belongs to you now.  Just... try not to fall too far to the evil side of wicked, please?”

Nancy took the wand, sighing happily at the feel of it in her hand.  “Oh... the things I’m going to do.  How serious were you earlier?”

“About?”

“The whole ‘I’d do you’ thing when I was a guy.  Because at the time... I nearly destroyed my panties.”  Nancy glanced down and sighed.  “And I see they’ve been lost along the way, too.  Did you keep my handbag?”

Ann handed it over, and Nancy fished out her keys.  She opened the door, and led her sister inside.

“Is one of the side effects of wand ownership casual nudity?” asked Ann.  “You’re not bothered at all.”

Nancy smirked at her sister.  “I like being nude.  The grounds are very private, and the staff won’t talk.  Started out with sunbathing nude to tease Troy, and it... just got easier.”

“Going to turn Troy back, now?”

Nancy’s grin grew wider.  “Not... exactly.  C’mon, this’ll be fun.”

Troy was still lying on the ground with his snout in his hooves.  He perked up when Nancy entered the room, but stayed in his pose of supplication.

“I have a present for you, Troy.  Circe, please make this pig talk like a woman.”

Troy’s eyes widened as the glow suffused him.  “Oink woman?” he exclaimed with newly human lips.  “You’re oinking me into a woman?”  He glanced down at his body.  “This is ludicrous, I look like somebody’s wet dream.”

Nancy’s eyes shone brightly as she drank in the amazonian form of her husband.  He’d kept himself in excellent shape, and the muscles carried over.  His pectorals had become even more prominent with large, firm breasts atop them.  “Damn.  You are smoking hot.”

“Oh, so now you want to go at it?” Troy asked with a laugh.  “Are you bi, is that what the problem was?”

“Uh...”  Nancy blushed.  “I didn’t think I was, but holy hell, woman.”

“I’ll see myself out,” said Ann.  Neither figure heard her.  She took a few steps back, hesitated by the door, and stood there, as transfixed as if she’d been turned to stone.  Her sister was making out with a gloriously sexy woman and while it was her sister, the sight took her breath away.

After several shattering orgasms, the two woman lay spent on the floor.  Nancy recovered first, and saw her flush-cheeked sister still watching.  She crooked her finger, and Ann stepped forward.  “The pet offer still stands.”

Ann licked her lips.  “Okay.”

“Circe, make this woman purr like a cat.  No you stupid wand, not meow!”