"Whoa, what's going on here?" a man's voice said from the doorway. I saw Lisa standing there looking at me. "Looks like you got caught in your own mag...ical reality modification. Oh, you're going to be a real cutie!"I glanced at the full-length mirror on the closet door. My hair was already shoulder length, my hips were wider and my waist thinner. My arms and chest had lost considerable mass (where did it go?), and breasts were beginning to appear. I let my bathrobe fall open and watched the. One look in the mirror and my soft crying became a burst of tears."Stop that crying you dirty bitch!" I heard my father yell."Yes, Daddy," I sniffled and took a deep breath.I washed my face off and used a washcloth to wipe off the mess on my chest and breasts. I took another deep breath and returned to the bedroom, knowing I was about to be fucked by my father."Sit your ass down, wench. I have a present for you. It belonged to your mother," he said.I sat, naked and vulnerable, on the edge of. I looked about, my gaze flicking between my wife and Mia. “Err… yeah, sure no problem” I responded. She shucked off the sandals she was wearing and lifted her leg up resting the injured ankle just above my right knee, her short denim skirt thankfully not falling back to reveal her underwear. I had to mentally control myself to hide any discomfort I felt and to stop my fingers twitching as they rested on my thigh just inches from the only slightly puffy ankle. “That looks comfortable” offered. My fingers wrapped around the fabric and began to pull down. "What're you doing?" she asked and took another sip of wine."I want to relax you," I said as her panties slipped over her round, toned buttocks. She wiggled on the sofa in an attempt to help.I pulled her panties down her thighs, past her knees, and let them crumble around her ankles. My hand slipped between her legs and slunk upward until I felt the heat from between her legs. My finger probed and found her wetness."You're wet," I.