"Just think of what you want to change."There was a pause of a few long silent seconds, and I felt my hairgetting longer - brushing past my ears and p...st my shoulders."Holy shit!" Carl exclaimed."See?!" I said, triumphantly. "I told you it wasn't a lie."Carl shook his head. "Unreal," he said about 10 times in a row."So that's it?" I asked, a bit amused. "Just hair? Try something else.Maybe a little more complicated."Carl looked at me stupidly for a minute, and then nodded. "OK," he said."How. "Sure," Mandy replied.I guess I wanted a third party answer, to see what they thought."Given my experiment, and what I've been doing, would you call me a slut?" I wondered.They all stayed silent for a minute."Yes, and no," Tommy replied."I think what he means is, you've been having sex with them, but it's not like a need to do it. Everyone is just on an emotional, and in a sexual state, so it's understandable. Is that what you were thinking, Tommy?" Mandy asked."Something like that," Tommy. That was all fine with Helen, but it also meant no more teasing Mr. Hodgins and - after the ride home - no more Max the bus driver.It also meant she wouldn’t see her BFF everyday. Who knew when they could get together again. Suddenly life became a total snooze.There was nothing on TV at all. Helen decided to sit out on the front porch to see what the rest of the world was doing. Not much there either, at least not in her street. Old Mrs. Lawson was mowing her lawn five houses down across the. “You’re just jealous he didn’t want to fuck you.”To each their own.“Why are you a lesbian?”I told you I wasn’t.“You sure don’t act like it.”Will you shut up already?“I can’t,” the witch says cheerfully. “I’m too excited.”I’m sure you are.“My father has such a wonderful dick,” she continues.Maybe.“Maybe? Did you see that thing?”Yes, I was there.“You know, for being a lesbian, you sure did have fun watching us.”I was watching you.“Sure you were,” the witch accuses.I was.“Was it me getting fucked.