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Shanice looked around the mall - or at least the bit visible from the food court - in boredom, wondering what to do. She was supposed to meet Jenny here today, but that had gone by the board as Jenny's little sister Hannah had managed to have a major accident five minuted before she was due to set out, so now she was sitting here alone, sipping her mocaccino.

Five minutes later, Shanice was headed west, not looking at anything in particular, when the store caught her eye. She almost dismissed it at first, the whole place was tatty, from the gothic-esqe font of the name, to the windows stuffed almost to bursting with second- and third-rate goods. Nevertheless, her curiosity was slightly piqued as she wondered how long the store had actually been there, not long, surely, had it even been there last month? Still not convinced, but with nothing better to do, she decided to take a look, though she still wasn't convinced.

On closer inspection, a little of Shanice's doubt slipped away. The sign - 'modern ma-3-ic'? - looked no better up close, but the window displays looked less cluttered, more ordered that from the other side of the main concourse, and so she risked it, and took a step inside. A bell jingled, but that was apparently the only life in the store, there was no other customers, and more surprisingly, no staff either, not even an acne'd teen sitting at the counter looking bored, "curiouser and curiouser." Well no doubt someone would turn up in the next fem minutes she figured, so she started looking around, focussing mainly on the jewellery, and ignoring most of the other stuff.

"Are you after anything there miss," came a voice from behind Shanice, who jumped, and squealed, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you."

"No, no, it's okay," Shanice replied, waving her hand, "I didn't hear you coming."

"So have you seen anything you like," the man asked.

"What, no," Shanice said, "sorry, no, I mean I'm not looking for anything in particular, just checking out what you have on offer."

"Oh, well, if you do see something, you can come and get me," the man replied.

"Will do," Shanice replied.

Ten minutes later, Shanice approached the counter, a necklace in her hand, "sorry, d'you have a mirror?"

"Sure," the man replied, producing one. After watching Shanice put on the necklace, and turn this way and that, he said, "it suits you."

"Thanks," Shanice replied, "it just sort of stood out you know, all those other ones with jewels and patterns and things, and then this."

"It's got a few other things going for it as well," the man replied, "here, let me show you." Taking the mirror from her and placing it on the counter, he asked, "how do you like your hair?"

"What," Shanice asked, "what's it to you?"

"Just a demonstration," the man replied, picking up his smart-phone, "let's go for shoulder length and blonde shall we?"

"What," Shanice asked, lifting her hand to her hair, which was a dull brown, and only just neck length, "well, okay I guess..."

"One shoulder length blonde coming right up," the man replied happily, and started playing with his smart phone.

"So when is thi-" Shanice began to ask, then looked down at the mirror and gaped, as her hair paled and grew longer, "my, my gods..."

"Like the look," the man asked.

"My gods," Shanice said, raising her hand to her head and drawing a few strands of hair across her face, "what the f*ck is happening?!"

"you don't like the colour," the man asked, "I can change it back if you like."

"How the hell did you change it," Shanice asked, "there's no way it should be possible."

"Except by magic," the man replied.

"Magic," Shanice asked, a note of scorn managing to override even the shock in her voice, "you expect me to believe in magic?"

"You want a bit more proof of its existence," the man asked, "well how about something more solid, like this."

Shanice was about to ask what 'this' was when she felt her bra getting tighter and tighter, cutting into her back, "the f*ck are you doing?!"

"Giving you some real proof," the man replied innocently, but with a gleam in his eye, "of course, maybe the point needs more, weight."

Still a little stunned, Shanice was just trying to think of an appropriate insult when a sensation, no, sensations, lower down on her body caught her attention. Looking down - now slightly more difficult over her front given her new 'assets' - she found that her formerly trim waist had grown, with a pot-belly and some love handles poking over the edge of her belt, while below, her expanded thighs and buttocks pressed tightly against the denim prison of her jeans, "no, turn me back, now."

"As you wish," the man replied, as as quick as that, Shanice felt the tightness fade, and within moments her body was back to normal, "magic not to your liking then?"

"I-I didn't say that," Shanice replied, "but, is it really magic?"

"How else would you like to describe it," the man asked.

"Stupid question I suppose," Shanice replied, "but what can it do, the necklace I mean."

"Anything to do with being human," the man replied, "hair colour, skin colour, eye colour, weight, height, you name it."

"What about, you know, pregnancy," Shanice asked, an idea springing to her mind.

"That as well," then man replied, "you want to try it?"

"Yeah, let's," Shanice replied, the beginnings of a grin appearing on her face, "eight-and-a-half months."

"You sure," the man asked, "that's a bit big for a first try isn't it?"

"I don't care," Shanice asked, "eight and a half months, with twins."

"Okay, but you might want to hold onto something," the man replied, then waited until Shanice was resting some of her weight on the counter, then said, "eight-and-a-half months pregnant, with twins coming right up."

Shanice wasn't sure what she'd expected at first, but what she got was a punch in the gut. It was as well, she thought afterwards, that she had been resting her weight on the counter, or she might have fallen over. It was like getting hit with a medicine ball, a medicine ball moreover that stuck after it hit her, "woof, that's a bit steep."

"you want to go back," the man asked.

"No," Shanice replied forcefully, "no it's okay, it just took me by surprise."

"So you like being pregnant then," the man asked.

"I don't know," Shanice replied, pushing herself up off the counter, "I've never been pregnant before, I just wanted to see what it was like." 'Awkward' she quickly decided was how best to describe it as she moved away from the counter, her attempt as a brisk walk quickly seguing into a somewhat less brisk waddle, as her new addition threw off her centre of balance. Worse, her shoes seemed to have shifted, pressing uncomfortably in places, so that by the time she arrived back at the counter after a lap around the store, she said, "okay, that's enough for now."

"You want to be changed back," the man asked.

"Yes," Shanice replied, "these shoes are really not right for walking around in pregnant."

"Okay, back to normal," the man replied.

As her pregnancy faded, an idea occurred to Shanice, "did you do something to my clothes too, they seemed to fit that time, but not before."

"Yes, clothing adaptation is optional," the man replied, "I didn't do it last time so the changes would be accentuated."

"Oh, right," Shanice said. After a moment, she said, "you know what, I think I will have the necklace, how much?"

"Twenty bucks," the man replied.

"Okay then," Shanice said, and pulled out her purse, "so, how do I get it to work?"

"First off, you need to pair it to your phone," the man replied, "that one's a display necklace so it's paired to my phone, the boxed ones on the shelf are unpaired though."

"Oh, right," Shanice said, then took the necklace back and returned with a boxed version, "so how do I pair it?"