You can transform your clothes into whatever form you want!

You soon find that you can also transform the clothes you are wearing. You transform yourself to a male and dress yourself in jeans and a t-shirt. You then revert back to female form and turn your clothes into a plaid skirt, knee high white stockings, and white blouse. You can even cause makeup to be applied to or removed from your face with nothing more than a thought. Clearly, this red and purple potion is some powerful stuff.

Why your grandpa would stock up on potions like this, you have no clue. Nevertheless, you relish the thought of experimenting with your new abilities. You decide that it might be fun to show up at your friend Grant's house in your female form, then change into a male!

The front doorbell rings at Grant's house. Grant answers the door and sees a beautiful 16-year-old blonde girl with blue eyes wearing a tight black leather miniskirt, a red halter top, black leather boots, and black fishnet stockings with a garter belt. The girl's face vaguely resembles that of Britney Spears. She may be the sexiest woman Grant has ever seen. What Grant does not know is that this blonde bombshell . . . is YOU!

"Oh, hi," Grant says with mild surprise. He cannot help but look at your slim feminine body encased in its sexy attire. He tries to be subtle about it, but fails miserably, much to your amusement. "Can I help you?"

"Hello," you say in a husky, breathy voice. "I'm looking for Grant Jackson?"

"That's me," Grant replies.

"I read your profile on the internet dating site," you tell him in the sexiest voice you can muster. "You wrote me an e-mail asking me if I wanted to meet?"

A confused look crosses Grant's face for a moment. Sure, he has visited dating sites before and met some girls. However, he does not recall ever asking a girl to come to his house. You know this, but you figure that Grant is not about to turn away a woman who looks as hot as you do.

"Oh, yeah! Come on in," Grant says warmly. He swings the door open wider and gestures for you to enter. You step through the door, your boots making a "clacking" sound on the tile in the foyer. You walk toward the living room with Grant right behind you. You grin at the thought that Grant is probably getting excited watching your butt wiggle as you walk.

You settle down on the sectional sofa in the living room. Grant walks to the kitchen and asks if you want a drink. You say that you would like a glass of water, which he promptly brings to you.

"So," Grant starts to say as he sits down next to you. "I got your screen name, but I do not think I got your real name?"

"Oh," you say with a pretty smile. "I'm sorry. My name is . . . ."

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