The pistol didn’t have a chance to clear the table, when two guys slammed into him, hard. He went down, and they kicked the shit out of him for abou... five minutes.They stood back, and instead of smiling, the two glowered at each other. Grandma Greely broke the silence. “Miguel! Michael! You boys behave now. This is Steve Moore. The black one is my grandson Michael, and the other guy is Miguel. They used to be friends, until politics got in the way. And Miguel is the grandson of Tina, my best. ”“Can you go, please? I just want to study”“My names Gabriel.” He ignored my refusal to talk. “I know how you want to be a popular kid, and more attractive. I can help you with that.”I looked at him curiously, but I was skeptical about his claim. That's when he handed me an ornate glass vial filled with a purple liquid. “If you drink this tonight, in the morning you will be beautiful and popular. Hell, every guy will want you!”“How? What's the catch?” For some reason I was believing what he. . . probably no more than ten seconds. As I changed, I noticed my perspective changing slightly. Soon, I was eye to eye with the Muses. It was nice to be tall again. "Oh gods!" my Muse said, her eyes widening. Nancy's Muse appeared to be just as shocked as my Muse had been. "Oh sugah," she said with a laugh, "y'all look like something out of a Freddy Clover story!" The first thing I noticed after the transformation stopped was a tremendous weight on my chest, pulling me forward. To. As he opened his eyes to see me grinning at him, I slowly walked towards the stairs with my dress starting to slip down. He stared in amazement before he ran after me into the bedroom which I had entered as we both ran up. I turned around to see Jack close the door quickly then run over to me where he kissed my lips hard tasting some of his cum which didn’t seem to bother him. His hand slid down to the bottom of my dress where he pulled it over my head and threw it before looking at my body.