Sharon's birthday!

Jim hopped out of bed, his eyes wide as he realized he hadn't gotten her a present yet. He jumped into and out of the shower, brushed his teeth, and ran a worn-out comb through his hair, and then

Upon entering the mall, the first shop that Jim dropped into was a smallish boutique full of odd trinkets. There didn't seem to be anyone around. He browsed the store for a while, and having still noticed not another soul he went to the counter to look for some sort of an "out to lunch sign". when he leaned over the counter he immediately felt a woman leaning over him quite closely- spooning him in fact. Breifly after feeling her ample breasts on his back he jerked around in suprise, and was greeted by a tall buxom twentyish blonde; she had to be at least 6'1" and quite athletic. Her silken hair grew to the middle of her back, and was styled in cute bangs in front; she had green eyes that set off the slight tan her model-esque face. ( and finally a full fourth of a page in ) Of course Jim's attention was immediately drawn to her breasts, they had to be in the high DD or even E range, and he was by the way that they rose and fell with her breathing. Finally he was able to tear his attention away from them long enough to ask her a question:

"Where'd you come from?"

"Where'd you come from?" She answered immediately.

"I asked you first."

"This is my shop."

"So I guess you just materialized out of thin air then?" He replied sarcastically.

"Maybe, but rather than ponder that, why don't we find your girlfriend a gift?"

"How'd you know my girlfriend needed a gift?"

"Well people only come into these stores for two reasons- women come to find gag items, and men come to buy gifts for thier girlfriends. So unless there's something that you've forgotten to tell me: you're here to buy a gift for your girlfriend."

"So what do you reccomend?" Jim asked.

"How about this?" She asked, pulling a ring from her finger.

Jim now noticed that she was wearing quite an elaborate assortment of bautiful jewelry. However he somehow felt that the ring she showed him would be perfect for Sharon. "That's perfect!" he exclaimed. "But what are you doing with so much jewelry anyway?"

"Probably infringeing on any number of other stories"

"What?"

"nothing."

"So how much is the ring anyway?"

"$15,000,- more if you want a bottle of cleaner"

Taken aback Jim remembered that he didn't even pay that much for his car. "That's insane! Do you manage to sell anything around here?"

"I'll give you the whole package for just $50 if you'll let me come to the party, that would probably be better anyway" She said with a warm, easy smile.

The ring would bem perfect for Sharon, so at this point Jim was forced to:

Jim just had to have that ring and he didn't even know why. After selling his car, he bought the ring. The lady smiled mysteriously as he left the store. Walking through the mall, Jim stared at the ring. It was very beautiful. Just for fun, he put it on his ring finger and it somehow fit. All of a sudden, Jim felt this pain in his groin. Running to the restroom, Jim ran into a stall and sat down. The pain was getting worse. Jim tried to crap, but instead he pissed like a racehorse. However, the piss sprayed out of him as he felt this weird sensation. Moaning, Jim looked down and saw that his penis was gone and in its place was a vagina. "Holy shit!" Jim said in a high-pitched voice. Then all of a sudden Jim's shirt pushed forward and ripped in two. Two giant breasts had formed as long blonde hair covered Jim's face. "Oh my God! What's happened to me?" Jim shrieked. Jim was now a woman. His hands went to his breasts, but could hardly cover them. They had to be a double M or more. It felt so good to touch them. Then Jim put his hand into that warm moistness he had probed on other womanen so many times before. The feelings were intense. Jim moaned in pleasure and then remembered he was in a bathroom. Coming to his senses, Jim pulled his pants up, but they barely fit. And his breasts were impossible to hide. "It must be the ring," Jim said.