''If you say so.'', Eorlund shrugged.

Steven was rather surprised that Eorlund did not force it on him like he constantly did, but Steven was unprepared on what Eorlund did next.

''I must leave now. Bye bye.'', Eorlund chirped cheekily as Becca winked. In that instant, her clothes changed back into the company's shirt and everything went back into normal, except of course that Steven was still in Mona's body, nervously looking around and frantically searching for Eorlund, whereever he might be.

Meanwhile, Eorlund smiled as he examined his new self. Through the vanity mirror, he saw himself, now a 5' 6'' tall brunette squeezing her own boobs, chuckling delightfully. Eorlund was sure that soon, Steven would not be able to thank him enough for the new experiences. For the moment though, Eorlund wanted to get more intimate with his new found body, years of 'imprisonment' had deprived him of such pleasure - not to mention made him as eccentric as the Mad Hatter - as his power is limited only to work in a lesser dimension such as the 'real' world.

Eorlund chuckled as he took off Natalie's clothing...

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The day in the hardware store went on as normal. During break, Steven went to the bathroom, almost entering the men's room before two mounds of flesh hanging on him reminded him that he was no longer his old self. Steven stared at the mirror, pinching himself to make sure that he was not in a dream. After inflicting a few red marks on himself, Steven was convinced that he was not dreaming and in fact he no longer was Steven. He was and always had been Mona, 18 years old and of Iranian descent.

Steven glanced downwards at his borrowed cleavage. Although, he had scorned Eorlund before, he was also turned on by his present predicament.