Adam looked at the wand in his hands, as if it were a poisonous snake. It had transformed Jack into Jakki, and she seemed happy to boost her curves to increase her appeal. The idea so alien it terrified Adam. He still kept a tight grip on it, equally as afraid of losing control of something so powerful.
As he tried to organise his thoughts, he knew Jack wasn't some grand wizard, any more than Jakki was a witch. Her spell, enchantment or whatever it was, took what she thought, not the precise words.
"Forget-o, now." he said pointing the wand at the transfigured Jakki. Her gaze lost focus before coming back to the real world and take in Adam.
"Oh, hi, sweetie." she purred sensually, working her lips seductively to seduce and tease the man in obvious thrall to her looks.
If only she knew the real power was literally in his hands. For poor Jakki it was just a stick, with all knowledge of being Jack, or his existence gone from her consciousness. A newer fresher set of memories replacing them, of growing up. Developing first, fastest and most extremely. Finding her friends becoming distant, and boys finding her more intriguing and oh so easily manipulated.
She'd played herself a couple of times, but the romance was gone. She'd found Adam now, and that was good.
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