"Melly, why are you so insistent on going to the mall?" I asked, grumbling a little. Really, all I wanted to do today was stay at home and relax with her, but she always had a mind of her own, and went a little crazy sometimes making me do what she wanted to do. Melissa was a beautiful woman. She was taller than me, especially with heels on, and she always had heels on. She had long braided hair like the night, and long eyelashes that brushed against my cheeks when we kissed. She had an amazing figure as well, curvy and unrelenting and completely perfect for me. I wasn't sure how I scored someone so beautiful, but I think it's mainly because I put up with her shenanigans.
We were currently sitting on the couch together, her body leaning against mine as I flipped through netflix, trying to find something for us to watch next. "Because I'm bored, Tony. I want to go out and have some fun!" She smiled, looking back at me with a glint in her eyes.
I groaned. "I'm not in the mood to deal with anyone today, especially the people at the mall."
She batted her eyelashes at me. "Please..."
I sighed, she always got her way when she wanted to. I nodded and walked to the door, putting on my jacket while waiting for her. She practically hopped to the door, eagerness in every step. We walked to the car together, and I drove in silence as she bounced in her seat, excited. "Why are you so excited today? Are you planning something sinister?" I asked absentmindedly, then realized I was probably right.
She was quiet for a second until she said, "actually, I have to tell you something."
I glanced at her quickly, then back at the road. I gulped, what now? "What is it?" She was the lewder one, and always coming up with things to push my further than my comfort zone, I was worried she had a vibrator or something ready to stick up my ass at the mall. She was always coming up with crazier and crazier things.
"I... I come from a family of witches." She said, biting her lip.
I looked at her and laughed out loud, unable to help myself. "Why are you messing with me like this? Is something wrong?"
She shook her head. "Nothing's wrong. I'm serious. We've been together long enough that I feel like I can trust you now."
"Melly... come on." I rolled my eyes, she's taken this joke far enough.
She looked at me with the most serious expression she's ever given me. She put her hand on my arm, forcing me to look at her as I parked into the underground mall parking lot. "Tony. Seriously. I'm not messing with you this time."
I laughed and said, "okay, okay, Mrs. Serious Witch. Why don't we go to the mall so you can show me your spooky powers?"
She grinned at that statement, a feral grin that indicated that she had something wicked planned for me. "I thought you'd never ask."
We held hands as we walked down the indoor shopping centre, looking around at the people surrounding us, who paid us no mind. She was so happy she was practically skipping away, and my eyebrows were raised at her the entire time, wondering when she was going to show me her fake 'powers'.
She stopped me in my tracks, pushing me back a bit as she halted herself. "You see that Asian guy over there?" She pointed in front of her.
I nodded. "Yeah, what about him?"
"You're already a pretty short dude, and he's even shorter than you." I nodded, agreeing with her. "Why don't we check who's dick size is bigger, huh?"
I laughed out loud again, unable to help myself. "What are you going to do? Go up to him and ask him to pull down his pants because you're actually a witch?"
She ignored me, and closed her eyes in concentration. I was going to shake her until she opened her eyes again when she snapped her fingers. I felt something shift in my body, something unusual. I couldn't quite place my finger on it when she grasped onto my hand and pulled me to the accessibility bathroom. We were standing in the large bathroom when she pulled my pants down in one smooth motion.
I gasped out loud. "What the fuck?" I cried out. Instead of my normal dick and balls, with my groomed brown pubic hair, I had matte black pubic hair instead, and it was distinctively not my own dick in front of me. It was smooth and uncircumsized, with a hanging set of balls that were wrinkled and heavy. I gaped at it, and flipped it around as I studied it. "Melly! What the fuck!" I cried out again.