The Magic Shop wasn’t neither your local Magic: The Gathering card dealership, nor your poorly-lit sex-shop. Although it traded, both, cards and adult-toys. Fashioned like a three-story-high cartoonishly crooked log cabin—taller than it was wide—and mysteriously bigger in the inside rather than the outside, The Magic Shop was your fourth dimensional magical supply and convenience store, and now also souvenir shop, right when a where you needed it.

Its anachronistic pink neon sign—depicting its three word name in cursive—chronically lit the weedy abandoned parking lot in the outskirts of town—over which one night it had simply spawned—twenty-four hours a day and seven days a week, right on your way to highway forty-two.

The shop was managed by a petite redhead probably a little too old to be cosplaying as a tavern maiden, you know: loose-fitting white chemise with billowy sleeve rolled up for ease of work, black corset cinched at the waist, an ankle-high floral pattern embroidered brown skirt, green apron tied around her hips, and tan leather booties; who carried a name tag pinched at her bosom that read “Felicia D.” handwritten with a rainbow sharpie.

Inside you could find all sort of trinkets and antiques, some in exhibition behind equally old-fashioned glass cabinets, some hanging from the ceiling or perched at the walls, others stacked on top of each other in disorderly piles across the wooden floor. Each item, however, had its distinctive threaded tag detailing its price, description, and more often than not, warning.

• **WARNING!* Possible magical side effects may include: general discomfort, shortness of breath, blurred or distorted vision, loss of balance, genetic mutations, phenotypic plasticity, sequential hermaphroditism, increased libido, and in some cases reality altering changes.*

“Sequential hermaphroditism, pffft. What a weird sex shop,” Mason scoffed mockingly, after reading the tag of the belt that hanged off a rack to the brim with scarfs hats and coats.

It had called his attention because of its big golden buckle with the gender symbols inlaid with what it was made to look like rubies.

“May I interest you in some trading cards, instead?” said a cheerful voice behind him.

“Jesus Fucking Christ!” exclaimed Mason, startled as he turned around, hand on his chest and belt over his shoulder.

“Welcome to The Magic Shop, I’m Felicia. How shall I be of service?” said the voice, almost orgasmically.

“I am sorry... I could’ve sworn the store was unattended. I didn’t see you there.” He took a deep breath. “ Uhm, no thank you, I was just looking around. My fiancée and I were just passing by and she needed to use the restroom...”

“Oh, I see. I’m sorry to be a bother, but the bathroom is for customers only. It’s a literally a little bath house and spa, after all.” The redhead pursed her lips quizzically.

Mason reached for his wallet thinking he had misheard the woman. “Sure, It’s really no problem... My fiancée is already in there, she’ll probably be out any moment now...” he said, holding a twenty.

“I do apologize. We can’t take cash, see?” Felicia reach out for the bill with her palm extended and it folded back on Mason’s hands as it was somehow being repelled magnetically. “We accept gold, silver, or American Express if you’d like.”

“Neat trick!” Mason thought, but the words didn’t come out. He put his wallet back on his back pocket thinking he was being pranked. “Alright, let’s see! Uhm...” Hands over khakis shorts, looked around for a small cheap and expendable item he could buy and be done with it.

“I see you’ve already got The Girdle of Feminity/Masculinity.” Felicia pointed out.

“What this? No! I definitely wouldn’t buy this... thing. Uhm, although just out of curiosity: how much is it? It doesn't say. I mean, it's quite tacky but the craftsmanship is almost realistic.”

“Let me help you with that.” Felicia immediately reached for the tag. “It says it’ll cost your manhood.”

“Excuse me!”

“Yeah, it’s right here.” The redhead showed him flipping the tag.

Mason confirmed it for himself. “This is some kind of weird hidden camera TV reality show, right? Look, like I said, we’re just passing by and I’m sure my fiancée...”

“Won’t come out until you purchase something, anything really, as the washroom is for customers only. Company policy, I’m really sorry.” Felicia apologized with a helpless shrug.

“How am I even supposed to buy something if it doesn’t even has a price on it?” Mason snapped.

“Oh, well... it actually does. Again, it’s your...”

“Do you even realize how inappropriate all of this is?”

“Well, it’s right there in the tag along with its caveat.” Felicia pointed out, calmly.

“Oh yeah? What does that even mean! Are you suggesting I chop my cock off?”

“Nonsense,” Felicia chuckled. “You just have to don it. It’s literally just a belt.”

“Fine! I’ll play your silly little game,” Mason said, already threading the belt around his waist. “I’ll put it on and then what?”

“Well, as it clearly states, it’ll turn you into a woman.”

“Any woman?!” Mason asked infuriated, playing along as he almost completed the loop.

“Not really, just a female version of your own self.”

Mason finished fastening the belt’s buckle. “Can I see my fiancée now, please?” she asked politely with her outdoorsy customer-friendly voice.

“Right this way!” Felicia replied equally joyful.

“Oh my gosh, you’ve got to tell me where did you get that bodice from, it’s gorgeous!”

“Why thank you! It’s part of the uniform, really. They’re handmade but I can give you the tailor’s address, here.” Felicia produced a business card from her cleavage.

“Oh-my-god, thank you!” Mason slid the card on her shirt’s front pocket as she wore no bra. Free the nipple! read the bumper sticker of their van, after all.

“Thank you for shopping at The Magic Shop!” Felicia said before opening the female bathroom’s door without knocking.

Mason then let out a sudden high pitched shriek. “Tanya, you slut!” she cackled, unbuttoning her blue short-sleeve blouse as she stepped in.

The inside women’s bathroom consisted of a not so small white walled steaming bath house with tiny hot pools, mud ponds, a tiny glass walled wooden sauna, and a row of showers with bath tubs. In which one of them, the soapy body of Tanya—Mason’s fiancée—nestled, legs sprawled over the sides of the tub, on top the hairy and wet musculature of a man who tenderly multi-tasked between impaling her ass, fingering her smooth plump sex two-knuckles deep, and devouring her generous breasts; all the while she quite wantonly could barely fit the never-ending dark straight rod of a second man that stood by the tub in her otherwise delicate yet currently gaping mouth.

“Is there room for a fourth?!”

"Another happy customer," Felicia grinned, closing the female's bathroom door and returning to her post by the register.

Hi, I am looking for a descriptive partner to discuss, brainstorm, and roleplay similar funny and whimsical scenes that include either gender or body transformations —and more— through the use of "cursed" items in the shop. Bonus points if you're willing to GM while managing Felicia. Hopefully the prompt above gives you an idea of my writing style and what I am looking for in a roleplay plot and sexy stuff wise.

My limits are: blatant misogyny, humiliation, non-con (CNC can be negotiated), inflation, doing only bimbofication, doing only anthro, scat, the words pre-cum and bimbo.

If interested, send me a lovely Orange Envelope with your pitch and kinks.