The Magic Dildo

Hi All

This was a story written on my behalf by a friend. I think it sort of fits in here. I would love to start working on a sequel. Perhaps the family find more enchanted toys resulting in more "advanced" transformations. If anyone would be interested in helping me out let me know.....So without further ado here is "The Magic Dildo" (Admittedly not the best title)

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"This is the last one of your's." said sixteen year old Michelle , carrying a battered cardboard box with 'Maria's Stuff' scrawled on the side,

"Ah, thanks sis," said thirteen year old Maria, taking the box from her older sister's hands, "Where's Mom?"

"Gone to get the last of the boxes from storage. She said she shouldn't be too long."

The two sisters, and their mother Lisa, were in the middle of a difficult change in their lives. Their father and husband had been, literally, caught sleeping with another woman. The divorce afterwards was messy and painful for all three women, and had resluted with Mr leaving with his new squeeze.

With money she had recieved as part of the divorce settlement, Lisa decided that herself and her two daughters, were going to move out of the bustling, secretarial slut filled city and move into the countryside. As Calire always said, 'change is a good thing',

"Good," said Maria, wiping her brow, "I'll be glad when we've got all this stuff sorted."

Michelle nodded in agreement and sat on her sister's bed, running her fingers through blonde hair that trailed to the middle of her back, her emerald green eyes regarding the mountains of boxes that littered the sister's shared bedroom. Her body was toned and athletic, the result of many years of being on her school's competitive swim team, with her firm B-cup breasts clad in a tight fitting, white, short sleeved polo shirt and a floaty, red mini skirt barely covering her long, tanned legs.

Maria wasn't much different from her older sister. She had inherited the blue eyes of her father as well as the blonde hair of their mother, but prefered to keep her's cut short. That, and her healthy interest in soccer, had given her a reputation as a bit of a tomboy. Her body was rather slim and fit, but had not yet developed the curves of her sister or mother. She wore a loose yellow T-shirt that hid her tiny, bra-less breasts and a pair of faded jeans that hugged her perky, young butt,

"Hey, could you give me a boost?" asked Maria, grabbing around the top shelf of the large, built-in wardrobe, "I think there's something up there."

"Okay, but watch out for spiders." she replied, putting on a spooky voice,

Michelle wrapped her arms around Maria's legs and hoisted her sibling up with a quiet grunt of effort,

"Hey, it's a box!" said Maria with surprise,

Michelle lowered Maria to the ground and saw it was just that. A wooden rectangular box, about ten inches by four, covered with dust a