Interactive story - part 4

I was pleased to see that more people voted this last week. Thank you to those of you who did. I find it encouraging when you take an active part.

Here are the results from last week:

2% - Something else
8% - A petting zoo
13% - A political rally
24% - The circus
50% - A friend's wedding

Barry and crew are headed to a wedding! I'm looking forward to seeing what kind of mischief Barry can get into there. If you voted for the circus or the political rally don't worry. There is a strong chance that Barry will make a stop at these locations eventually.


The Road Trip - part 004

“I’d like to go to Chloe’s wedding,” Andrea said. “She’s getting married on Saturday.”

“I love weddings! They’re so full of potential. ” Barry said. “Where is it?”

“It’s on Whidbey Island in Washington State. I was supposed to be a bridesmaid, but my mom wanted to take the long way to Yale.”

“That’s not…” The words caught in Susan’s mouth when she realized that she was drawing Barry’s attention to herself again. She was forced to treat her youngest daughter like the family pet after the last time she’d made herself his focal point. Recovering she said, “That’s a great idea, Andrea.”

“You hear that, Maria?” Barry said. “We’re going west, not east.”

“We’re going to need gas before too long,” Maria said, answering to his new name automatically.

“I’ll leave that to your capable hands,” Barry said. “You and Susan are in charge of the travel logistics. If you get tired, let her drive or find someplace to park. I don’t care as long as you get us the church on time.” He looked to Andrea. “Do you want to be there for the rehearsal dinner?”

“I’m not part of the wedding party anymore so I don’t care.”

Barry turned back to Maria. “Get us to the island anytime on Friday. Think you can do that?”

“I won’t fail you, Barry.” Maria put the RV in drive.

“Do you know the address, Susan?”

“Yes, I know it. If it’s alright, I’d like to call Chloe’s mother and let her know that we’re coming.” Susan took a deep breath to calm her nerves. “I’d like to call my husband, David, too. I haven’t spoken to him since last night. He gets worried when he doesn’t hear from me.”

“Tell him that you’ve decided to go to the wedding, but nothing about me, the RV or its other occupants.”

“I won’t say a thing.”

Barry face lost its humor. “If you do it will be the last words you speak.”

“Um…,” Susan said.

“What is it now?” Barry snapped

“My phone is in my car.”

Barry smiled. “Is that all?” He held out his hand and Susan’s phone appeared in it.

“Thank you,” Susan said as she gingerly took the phone from his open palm.

While Barry interacted with her mom, Andrea tried to get her sister’s attention. Tracey lay on the loveseat with Buddy. She was on her side, scratching his back while he lay curled up against her, both looking contented. When her nails hit a particularly itchy spot, Buddy looked up at her and licked her chin. Tracey giggled and started scratching behind his ears.

When Barry returned to his seat Andrea gave up on being covert. “Can I go in back with Tracey?

Barry looked over at Tracey who’d perked up her head at the mention of her name and then back at Andrea. After scrutinizing her for a couple moments he said, “Sure, why not?”

Buddy barked twice.

“I’m just going to talk to my sister for a few minutes, sheesh,” Tracey said as she stood.

Susan snapped her fingers. “Down girl!”

Tracey dropped to the ground.

“Give it a rest, Mom,” Andrea said as she helped her sister stand. “I’ll worry about Tracey. You worry about Maria taking the right road to Washington.”

Tracey clung to Andrea’s side, her eyes not leaving her mother’s, fearing that she’d yell again. She’d never liked making her mother mad in the past, but now it was horrifying. Tracey had always tried to be a good daughter and mind her mother, but before it had been a choice, now it felt like a compulsion. She fought the urge to crawl to the back on her hands and knees. Only her sister’s constant reassurance along the way allowed her to walk to the bedroom on two legs.

After a nerve wracking forty foot journey, Tracey plopped herself on the bed while Andrea closed the bedroom door. She felt herself relax now that she was cut off from the sight of her mother. Andrea sat next to Tracey and pulled her into a hug. Neither spoke for a couple minutes, both enjoying each other’s closeness.

As she listened to the RV’s tires crunch along on the gravel road that led out of the campsite, Tracey thought about all the hours she and Andrea had spent alone together over the years. They were only a year apart and were best friends in addition to being sisters. They told each everything and regularly did each other’s hair and nails.

Tracey broke the hug and the silence. “It’s so weird seeing you dressed up Goth. We used to always make fun of them.” Tracey tried to backtrack by saying, ” It looks really good on you though.”

“Thanks, I think.”

“I can’t get over your new boobs. They’re totally epic.”

“They’re a gift from Barry.” Andrea looked down at her new girls and felt a tingle of pride. “I can ask him to give you a pair too.”

Tracey fingered the collar around her neck. “He’s not going to give me huge boobs, he’s going to turn me into a dog.” Her face clouded, tears rimming her eyes. “I’m going to be Buddy’s bitch.”

“I’m so sorry.” Andrea pulled Tracey’s head to her chest. “I’ll talk to him. He seems to like me; maybe I can talk him into changing his mind about you.”

“I hope you can. Buddy is nice, but I like being human.”

The girls fell silent again. After a few minutes Andrea said, “Can you understand him? Buddy I mean. When he barked you acted like you knew what meant.”

“Yeah, I don’t really understand how though. It sounds like regular barking, but I get this sense of what he means. It started happening when I was outside with mom.” Tracey pulled away from Andrea. “God, what a nightmare. Do you know how embarrassing it is wearing a leash and walking around on your hands and knees in front of a bunch of strangers?”

Andrea shook her head.

“A bunch of people laughed at me. One guy demanded to know what was going on. Roger told him it was a game that we played. I wanted to tell him the truth, but mom told me not to speak and then I couldn’t. The idea of disobeying her terrified me.” Tracey wiped at her tears. “Then Buddy started barking at me. At first I thought he was mad at me too, but then I realized that he wanted me to follow him. Once I did, Mom relaxed and stopped being mad. I felt better instantly. Buddy led me to a bunch of bushes so I could pee in private.”

“That sounds horrible,” Andrea said.

“Yeah, it totally sucked. Still, Buddy was really nice. If I have to be a dog I’m glad that he’ll be around to help me with it.”

“I’ll do whatever I can to make him change his mind.”

“Thanks,” Tracey said.

Andrea reached behind Tracey’s neck. “Let me help you take that collar off.”

“No!” Tracey pushed Andrea’s hands away. “I have to leave it on or she’ll get mad again. I can’t take it when she’s mad at me.”

“It’s okay, you can leave it on.” Andrea’s stroked her sister’s hair.

Tracey’s body relaxed. She curled up on the bed with her head in Andrea’s lap, enjoying her sister’s soothing touch. After a few minutes she said, “Why did you lie to Barry? Don’t you think it’s kind of dangerous?”

“When did I lie to him?”

“You were never Chloe’s bridesmaid. She would rather cancel the wedding than have you in the wedding party.”

“What are you talking about?” Andrea asked even as new memories involving Brad, Chloe’s fiancé, entered her mind.

“You blew Brad and then tweeted about it.” Tracey pulled her phone out of her back pocket and started tapping on the screen.

Andrea was horrified. Barry hadn’t just altered her mind. He’d altered reality. Tracey thought that she was an obsessed cock sucker and so did the rest of the world, including her parents. “It’s Barry’s magic. He altered the past around the same time he inflated my tits.”

“Really? I know that you used to have normal boobs, but I remember you bragging to me all the time about all the guys you gave blow jobs.” Tracey held out her phone. “Check your twitter feed.”

Andrea stared at the screen. There were hundreds of posts of her recounting the details of the guys she’d sucked off. “I can actually remember posting these, but I know that I never actually did.”

“Maybe you should ask Barry to fix that, too.” Tracey frowned. “Okay, now I’m totally confused. If you’re supposed to still be friends with Chloe then why would you want to take Barry there? Who knows what he’ll do to them.”

“I wasn’t thinking about that. I wanted to see her wedding.”

“Tell Barry that you want to do something else.”

“No. Now that I’m no longer friends with Chloe I want Barry to be there.” A malicious smile grew on her face. “I want to see what he’ll do to her and her stuck up parents.”

“You’re really becoming evil, you know that?”

“I know and I kind of love it. I loved watching that skinny bitch in the parking lot turn into an obese whale.”

“That was really mean. The old Andrea wouldn’t have done that. I guess the Goth look fits the new you.” Tracey stood. “I should get back up front.”

“Please stay. I’ll try to be less evil.”

“It’s not that. I feel weird being away from Buddy. When we’re together I feel like I’m a part of something bigger, like I’m part of his team or something. I’ve been getting more and more anxious the longer I’ve been away from him.”

Andrea watched Tracey walk away. She decided to hang out in the bedroom, having no desire to watch “Zack and Miri Make a Porno”, nor her mom treat Tracey like the family pet. Halfway to the couch Tracey dropped to her hands and knees and crawled to the couch.

Andrea looked into the mirror. She remembered thinking Goths were freaks, but she liked her new look now. The black makeup and clothing was striking against her pale skin. The corset gave her a sexy hourglass figure and showed off her new tits. She wanted Trevor to see her new boobs. She wanted to watch his jaw drop and then smother him with them before dropping to her knees and sucking him off.

While it bothered her that everyone thought that she was a total cock slut she found that she enjoyed the memories of all them men she’d pleasured. There were so many and she’d enjoyed every minute of it. Just thinking about them was making her mouth salivate and her pussy moisten. In this new reality Trevor hadn’t been her first, he wasn’t even in the first ten. Andrea rubbed her clit through her panties while she recalled the time she’d blown the principal under his desk. She’d been sent there after getting caught in the boy’s bathroom. He’d threatened to expel her until she gave him a taste of her oral talent.

“Tracey said that you wanted to see me,” Barry said.

“Close the door, please,” Andrea said with a moan.

As soon as he had the door closed Andrea had his pants pulled down to his ankles. She took him in her mouth and sucked his flaccid cock while fingering herself. She didn’t care that her mom and sister probably knew exactly what she was doing. She needed Barry’s manhood in her mouth like she needed to breathe.

Andrea came the first time when Barry grew erect. There was nothing like feeling a guy’s cock growing hard inside your mouth. It made her come every fucking time. It was almost as good as making him blow his load.

“Fuck, you’ve got so much natural talent.” Barry held Andrea’s head with one hand, guiding her up and down, while holding the wall with the other, fearing that his knees might buckle at any moment. “I’ve altered the past of a lot of women, but none of them ended up half as good as you are.”

Andrea deep throated Barry as a way of saying thanks.

Once again Andrea orgasmed when Barry did and once again he turned her down when she asked him to fuck her. He lay on the bed while she rubbed her body against his.

“Please, I need you inside me.”

“I’m sure that you do, but you don’t want it bad enough yet.”

Andrea kissed Barry’s neck while rubbing his spent cock. “I’ll do anything for you, just please fuck me.”

Barry lifted Andrea’s head and gazed into her eyes. “When that’s actually true I’ll do a lot more than just fuck you. Now, what is it that you wanted to ask me?”

Andrea considered her two requests; remove her cock sucking past and spare her sister a life as a dog. She wasn’t sure that she wanted the first one removed. It didn’t bother her that much anymore. She was better at sucking cock than anything else she’d ever done. Besides, she loved it. She had fun, the guys she pleasured had fun, and no one got hurt. What was the big deal?

“Are you going to turn Tracey into a dog?”

“Eventually, but first I’m going to have some fun at your mother’s expense.”

“Do you have to?”

Barry chuckled. “I don’t have to do anything, but I promised Buddy that I’d make him a companion and he likes your sister a lot. I suppose I could find someone else for him. Are you sure that you want me to do that?”

The question startled Andrea. “Of course I do. I don’t want my sister to be a dog!”

“Maybe not right now, but I bet there were times in your past that you did. Maybe not a dog specifically, but you wanted her punished in some way.”

All the times that Tracey had annoyed her or made her jealous came to the forefront of Andrea’s mind. The time her father had taken her to his job for “Bring Your Daughter to Work Day” while Andrea had to stay home, sick with the flu. The time Tracey had taken her favorite shirt without asking. All the times she’d wanted a room of her own, but had to share one with her little sister. The way Tracey popped her gum when she played those stupid video games. Andrea grew angrier with each memory.

“She can be a little bitch when she wants to be,” Andrea said.

“Sounds like I picked the perfect mate for Buddy then.”

“You sure did,” Andrea said gleefully. She lay her head on Barry’s chest and fell asleep.


Andrea woke up in a daze. She had trouble remembering what day it was or where she was. Her tits swayed on her chest to the gentle rocking of the room. The sound of tires on asphalt vibrated up through the bed. Barry breathed deeply next to her and held her tightly with his strong arm, filling her with a sense of security.

The RV tilted to the left and then to the right. Bright sunlight streamed in through the window. The occasional shadow moved slowing from one end of the window to the other, making it seem like the RV was barely moving. When the RV came to a stop a minute later she decided to investigate. She sat up and shrieked when the boning in her corset dug into her hip.

Barry snapped awake. “What’s wrong?”

“Remind me never to sleep in a corset,” Andrea said.

“Why are we stopped?” Barry asked in the middle of a yawn.

Andrea peeked out one of the windows. She had a view of a two lane road. Across the street she saw a diner and a small country store. Craning her neck she was able to catch the corner of an Arco gas station sign. “It looks like we’ve stopped for gas.”

The sound of the RV’s door opening was quickly followed by raised voices. The argument lasted for nearly a minute. It ended with the door slamming shut.

“Let’s see what kind of mischief we can get into.”

Barry’s words sent a strange thrill through Andrea.

When they exited the bedroom they ran into Penny and Devon. They were in the bunk beds, Penny on the bottom bunk and her brother on the top. Devon tried to hide his erection.

“We decided to take a nap,” Penny said.

“Don’t let us get in your way,” Barry said. “We’re going for a walk.”

As they passed the kitchen Andrea heard Penny whisper to her brother, “You can keep going, they can’t see you.”

Andrea couldn’t hear what Devon said, but she heard Penny’s reply, “Don’t hold out on me. I’m so fucking horny. You’ve got to come for me. I’m dying here.”

Barry walked past the RV’s main door and to the loveseat. Tracey was laying on it, her face buried in the back cushion. It sounded like she was crying.

Andrea ran to her sister. She placed a hand on her back and said, “What’s wrong?”

Tracey kept her face hidden. “Mom wouldn’t let me go outside unless I was wearing a leash.”

“I’m so sorry.”

“She let Buddy go outside without a leash and he’s an actual dog. It’s so unfair.”

“It can’t be easy for you.” Andrea stroked her sister’s hair. She thought about all the memories Barry had helped to resurface earlier. All the times Tracey had been annoying over the last 16 years. She decided that he was correct; it was time for some mischief. An idea came to Andrea and with it an exciting thrill in her gut. “Do you remember Dusty?”

Tracey turned toward her sister. “Yeah, what about her?”

“Do you remember how excited she got whenever anyone picked up her leash? She’d freak out like a seven year old going to Disneyland for the first time. She loved going on walks so much.” Andrea reached behind with her free hand and found Barry’s. They intertwined their fingers.

“She loved smelling things, like all dogs.” Tracey wiped away her tears with the back of her hand.

“You should try it. Maybe you’d like it.” Andrea squeezed Barry’s hand.

Tracey looked up at Barry and then back at her sister. “What are you doing, Andrea?”

“I’m just trying to help you out with Mom,” Andrea said. “Maybe if you met her halfway she’d be more reasonable.”

“I’m not into smelling things. It’s not my idea of a good time.”

Barry smiled. “With a nose like that? I’m surprised.”

The tip of Tracey’s nose darkened and its texture turned leathery. Once the tip turned completely black, her hair and eyes both shifted to a rich brown hue and a fine dusting of brown fur sprouted at the corners of her forehead. Tracey reached up, felt her moist nose and panicked. She didn’t need to look into a mirror to know that she now had the nose of a dog. The rest of her face seemed to be the same, which gave her some relief.

“Please give me my old nose back.”

“You haven’t even given it a chance,” Barry said. “Take a big whiff.”

Tracey inhaled deeply. Her eyes widened as her mind was inundated with new information. The scents that her nose picked up were amazing. There were many she recognized, but many more that she’d never encountered and didn’t have a name for. She sniffed her own arm and then paused while her brain worked on the new sensory information.

She grabbed her sister’s arm and sniffed again. Their scents were similar, but distinguishable. She sniffed her sister again, picking up the scents of body lotion, feminine musk, and even semen.

“This is amazing!” Tracey said. “There’s so many smells. I don’t know what most of them are, but they’re all so intense.”

“Buddy can help you identify smells,” Barry said.

At the mention of Buddy, Tracey twisted her body and started sniffing the couch, picking up a strong masculine scent. It was different than the male scent coming off of Barry. It was much better.

“Are you ready to go outside?” Andrea said. Her sister still had her nose buried in the couch, sniffing away.

Tracey whipped around and saw that Andrea held the dreaded dog leash. “I’ll just stay here.” She couldn’t get enough of Buddy’s scent.

Barry broke away. He grabbed Maria’s purse off the floor and then walk over to the door and opened it. “Come over here and take a sniff.”

Tracey didn’t need to move. She’d already caught the plethora of smells coming in through the open door. Her interest in Buddy’s scent diminished. She grabbed the end of the leash and attached it to her collar. “Okay, I’m ready to go.”

Andrea had a hard time keeping up with her sister as she bolted out of the door, nose high, sniffing the air. Susan was unscrewing the gas cap at the rear of the RV. Tracey ran to her mom, sniffed her arm and then ran toward a strip of grass next to the service station, pulling Andrea after her.

“Where’s Maria?” Barry asked.

“He’s checking the oil.”

“Go take over for Andrea and send her to me. I’ll find someone to pump gas.” Barry walked to the front of the RV. When he saw Maria checking a dipstick he asked, “What are you doing?”

“I’m just checking the oil.” Maria wiped the dirty oil off the dipstick and then slid it back into the engine. “Whoever owned this RV didn’t believe in regular oil changes.”

“Why are you doing that? Doesn’t this gas station have employees to do things like pump the gas and check the oil?”

“This is a self service gas station,” Maria said. “I don’t know if there are any full service stations in existence anymore.”

“You can stop. I’ll find someone else to do that.”

“It’s no worry. I’ve done this plenty of times,” Maria said as he wiped his hands on a rag. “I’ll have all the fluids checked before Susan is finished pumping gas.”

“I said to stop,” Barry said through his teeth. He held up Maria’s purse. “You forgot this inside. You better not forget it again.”

“Sorry, Barry.” Maria stepped away from the engine and reached for his purse.

Barry pulled the purse away. “Look at your hands. They’re covered with oil. You don’t want to stain your beautiful purse dirty, do you?”

“I’ll get washed up right away.”

“You’re going the wrong way,” Barry said when Maria moved toward the RV’s door. “Wash up in the gas station bathroom.”

Maria gulped. He’d managed to annoy Barry again and that was never a good idea. He needed to get on his good side quickly. “Of course not. I’ll wash up in the restroom and I’ll even find an employee to pump gas.” Maria hurried toward the bathrooms on the side of the gas station.

“You let me worry about the gas.” Barry followed Maria to the bathrooms. “You worry about going into the right bathroom. It could be pretty embarrassing if you went into the wrong one.”

Maria panicked. He’d intended to go into the men’s restroom, but now he didn’t know if he should. If he picked the wrong one Barry was liable to change him again. Having his name changed from Roger to Maria was bad enough. He didn’t want anything else changed. When he reached the bathrooms he hesitated for a moment.

“I know that it can be confusing so let me help you.” Barry snapped his fingers.

Maria felt cool air on his legs. He looked down to see that he was wearing a purple cotton dress. It had short sleeves, puffy shoulders and a skirt that fell to mid calf. His loafers were now a pair of black dress flats.

“That will help you remember which bathroom to use. See, one sign shows a person wearing pants and the other shows a person wearing a dress. All you need to do is look at your clothes to know which to use. Now stick your arm out.” Barry slid the purse over Maria’s shoulder and then slapped him on the ass.

Maria scurried into the ladies bathroom before Barry decided to change him even further, hoping that the bathroom was empty, not knowing what he’d say if it wasn’t.

Barry walked toward the entrance of the gas station to find an employee to pump gas when he heard the squeal of brakes. Across the parking lot the driver of a red corvette convertible was laying on the horn. Andrea stood next to the driver’s door, yelling at the man. An elegant looking woman in her forties sat in the passenger seat, looking bored. Barry ran to Andrea’s side.

“Well if you weren’t speeding you wouldn’t have to slam on the brakes,” Andrea yelled at the driver.

“Look both ways next time, Elvira.” The driver was easily in his fifties and in excellent shape for his age. He wore a Rolex and an expensive looking dress shirt.

“Nice ride,” Barry said. “I bet you must know a lot about cars.”

“Why don’t you and your girlfriend go find a séance or something and get out of my way so I can get some gas.”

“Of course, but first I need you to take a look at my RV. It needs all of the fluids checked apparently. Your girlfriend can fill the RV’s gas tank.”

“Me and my wife will do no such thing.” The driver pulled forward, bumping Barry with the front quarter panel.

Barry shook his head. “Bad idea.”

He pushed the car. It’s wheel’s screeched as it slid sideways on the asphalt. The paint job dulled and then flaked off in large patches, revealing a rusted underbody. The body of the car lengthened as it grew taller and gained a roof. A large hook sprouted out of the trunk and the words, “Jethro’s Towing and Auto Maintenance” appeared on the doors.

The man stepped out of the tow truck just as his dress shirt became a tattered t-shirt and his pants grew into a pair of greasy overalls. His hair lengthened in the back, giving him a classic mullet, and his face grew a scraggly beard. His belly swelled until he looked liked he’d gained fifty pounds. A thick bulge sprouted beneath his lower lip.

He spat out a thick stream of brown liquid to the side and then said, “Get yer lazy ass out of the truck, Enid! These fine people need some gas pumped.” Jethro marched to the RV.

The woman struggled to get out of the tall tow truck, her tight leather skirt making the task difficult. Once standing she tottered to Barry on shiny red stilettos. “Please don’t change me. I’ll pump your gas for you.”

“Aw, but then you two won’t match. Don’t worry I let you stay beautiful.”

The woman shrank as the years melted away, leaving her a half foot shorter. Her rich auburn hair lengthened as it faded to a white blonde. Her make heavy, professional makeup vanished, revealing the face of a girl just exiting her teens. The stilettos lost their heels as they spread up her legs, robbing her of another three inches of height, but giving her a pair of classic cowboy boots. A pair of plastic hoop earrings replaced her diamond studs just as a matching rhinestones appeared in her bellybutton and nose.

“I’m sorry papa wuz rude to you mister. I’ll get you full of gas right quick.” Enid skipped across the parking lot, with a dumb smile on her face,.

Barry rubbed his hands together. “Now that the RV is taken care of, let’s go across the street and get some treats for everyone.”

They walked to the small store across the street holding hands. Andrea was loving Barry’s idea of mischief, she wished that she had power like that. To be able to change people inside and out must be such a power trip.


Across the parking lot Tracey was having the time of her life. She sat at the base of a cottonwood tree inhaling all of its various scents. There were so many. On the surface it was all Buddy, who had urinated on it five minutes ago, but beneath that was the marking left by a female boxer and below that it was a male chihuahua. There were layers beyond counting. She could stay there all day except there was another tree ten feet over and it had all new scents to discover.

Susan stood a few feet behind her daughter. She had Tracey’s leash wrapped around one wrist and was playing Candy Crush on her phone, not paying any attention to her daughter. She did look up when she heard Maria approach. She stifled a laugh when she saw the dress he was wearing.

“I like your dress,” she said. “The color suits your skin tone and it’s very slimming.”

Maria blushed and not from embarrassment, which surprised him. The compliment felt really good to hear. “Thanks. How are you holding up?”

“Fine considering. I’m just hoping that Barry will find someone else to play with at the wedding and will let us go.”

“We can only hope.”

Susan followed her daughter to the next tree. “Do you know anything about him?”

“I know as much as you do. I saw him beckon your daughter to the RV. I was afraid he was going to snatch her so I came over to investigate. He told me to get inside the RV and wait. Pennt and Devon were already inside.”

“I’m scared,” Susan said.

Maria placed a hand tentatively on Susan’s shoulder. When she leaned into it he wrapped an arm around her. She lay her head on his shoulder and cried quietly.


The general store was about twice the size of a typical 7-11 and had an eclectic selection of merchandise. In addition to the standard convenience store fare, they sold fishing poles, ammunition, hunting licenses, chicken feed, t-shirts, and the oil paintings of a local artist.

“What should I buy?” Andrea asked as they walked around the store. Barry held Andrea’s hand with his left hand and a small shopping basket with his right.

“Think mischief in mind,” Barry said. He was smiling again and it was turning Andrea on. “Don’t worry about Penny and Devon they won’t be riding with us much longer.”

“Why not?” Andrea dropped a tube of tennis balls and a bag of dog treats into the basket.

“It would be rude to show up to your friend’s wedding with a couple strangers.”

“I bet Maria would like this.” Andrea pointed to a chocolate display with the picture of a sensual woman and the tag line, “Every woman is one part Godiva.” She placed one of the chocolate bars and a small manicure kit in the basket. “What about you and Maria? You’re strangers, too.”

Barry grabbed a couple bottles of wine. “True, but we’re accompanying you and your mother so it’s different.” He turned to the cashier. “Do you carry any of the hard stuff?”

The man shook his head.

“Damn it,” Barry said as he grabbed a half case of Budweiser.

“Can’t you just create some?”

“Sure, but where’s the fun in that?”

Andrea rifled through a rack of t-shirts. “What do you think of this one for my mom? She used to volunteer at a shelter for unwed mothers.” The shirt she held had the words “I support single moms” written on the front along with a silhouette of a curvaceous woman hugging a stripper pole.

Barry kissed Andrea. “You’re turning out perfectly.”

“My mom hates junk food,” Andrea said as she threw a handful of Twinkies into the basket.

“There’s something else I bet she’d hate even more.” Barry pointed to the rack of cigarettes behind the bored cashier.

“You want to make her smoke?” Andrea said with glee. “She’ll fucking hate that!”

“Eventually, but I was thinking more of you. I think she’d hate that even more.”

“Oh.” Andrea wasn’t sure that she wanted to smoke, even if it would cause much mischief. She thought that smoking was disgusting. “You want to turn me into a smoker?”

“I could, but I think it would be much more effective if you decided to start smoking on your own. When she realizes that there was no magic involved it will make her flip.”

“I guess.” Andrea wasn’t sure she wanted to go down that road. It was one thing to buy a t-shirt and junk food to annoy her mom, it was another to start poisoning her own body. She wanted to make Barry happy, but this was going a little too far.

“Didn’t you say that you’d wanted to be a bridesmaid in your friend’s wedding, but your mom wouldn’t let you? I bet that made you mad.”

“Yeah, it did.” Andrea stared at the cigarettes as she remembered how mad she’d been at the time. Barry ran a hand up along her back and the anger grew and festered. Andrea couldn’t believe how fucking selfish her mom could be. She’d been given the honor to take part in her friend’s special day and her mom couldn’t be bothered to delay the trip by a couple day. She was such a cunt!

“Maybe she’ll hate seeing me smoke as I hated telling Chloe that I couldn’t be in her wedding,” Andrea said with a sneer on her face. “Which brand should I smoke?”

“I think one of the long white ones would go with your new look.” Barry set the basket on the counter and said to the cashier, “This and a couple packs of Virginia Slims.” He turned back to Andrea while the cashier rang up their purchases. “So, you know that I’m going to cause some havoc at your friend’s wedding. It’s too good of an opportunity to pass up. Since she’s your friend I’ll let you pick how I change the bride and groom. I promise that they’ll still love each other and will have the same chance at happiness that they did before.”

Andrea thought about her friend and how she imagined how the wedding would look.

“Wow, that’s a tough one. Do you have any recommendations?”

“Of course I do,” Barry said as he handed a credit card to the cashier.

Alternate versions of Chloe and her wedding flashed in Andrea’s mind.

Poll Results:
1. The wedding crew - 6 votes (5%)

 

2. White trash wedding - 19 votes (17%)

3. Hello Kitty wedding - 8 votes (7%)

4. Outlaw wedding - 0 votes (0%)

5. Hip Hop wedding - 24 votes (21%)

6. Stripper wedding - 54 votes (48%)

If you have something you'd like included in the story, a particular TF you'd like to see or theme, please let me know in the comments. I'll try to include it at the wedding or elsewhere. While the voting this week will determine the fate of the wedding party, there will be lots of guests to transform, too. I'd love to hear your thoughts!