Hidden Transformation Room Part 1
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I was the one who found the hidden room in our new house. I’d been unpacking and rearranging in my husband and I’s bedroom, when I noticed the seam in the wall. I pulled at it, and a door swung open. I stepped into this secret room, and discovered it looked like a normal bedroom. But, why was it hidden? My imagination immediately thought of kidnapping scenarios, and I yelled, “Jonathan!” When my husband hears his full first name, he knows it’s serious, which is why he came bounding up the stairs a moment later. He probably thought it would be to kill a spider, but his face showed the same confused surprise that I’d had when I first discovered this room. “Come check it out,” I said, beckoning for him to join me. He stepped inside, and we both looked around, but saw nothing out of the ordinary. Just a bed, a nightstand, a dresser, a lamp, and a full length mirror. I was about to step out when I felt a tingle in my body. “Whoa, Marcie,” my husband exclaimed. “Something’s happening to you!” I looked down, and saw that he was right. The clothes were disappearing from my body. I looked in the mirror, and saw that I was changing too. And I recognized the person! I pointed to my reflection and asked, “Am I transforming into your secretary?!” Second later, I was a dead ringer for the woman I’d met at a meet and greet for Jon’s new job. I’d commented how pretty she was, and Jon had denied it. I looked at him now, trying to understand, and he looked very, very guilty all of a sudden. “Um, I was just…thinking of her a second ago,” he admitted. I glared at him, but then rolled my eyes and said, “We all have our little fantasies I suppose.” Right after I said this, John yelped, and I witnessed his clothes disappear as well. But his transformation was very different. His frame shrank, and his hair lengthened. His penis shrank up inside his body and he grew a set of boobs where his pecs had been. It was his turn to look in the mirror. “I’m the barista from the local coffee shop! Why am I her?!” he gasped. I thought I knew the answer, and I voiced it aloud. “Because…I’d just been thinking about her. And this room turned you into her. Holy fuck, Jon, I think this room turns you into whatever turns you on!” He shook his head and stepped out of the room, turning back into himself fully dressed in a split second. I could tell not having a penis for 2 seconds was too much for him. I stared at him seductively though with his secretary’s eyes and curled my finger for him to come back. “Jon, let’s explore this room some more. Please. I promise, I’ll make it worth your while.” He hesitantly came back, and so did the cute barista. I got Jon to kneel down on the floor, and began using my new tongue to check out his new equipment. I had him moaning in no time.