Logan had a very close relationship with his grandmother, so when she passed away, he was devastated. Since he was so close with his grandmother, he was shocked when he learned what he had inherited from her will: an old worn-out pair of leather gloves. That was it. Logan didn't care greatly for possessions, and his grandmother knew that, however he was quite baffled as to why her wealth was left to other distant relatives. He decided to shrug it off. If his grandmother wanted him to have these gloves, than they must have meant a great deal to her.
Months went by, and Logan had long forgotten about the gloves until his family moved. Since his sister was off at college, his good friend James had come along to help with the move, although Logan knew he wouldn't be of much help considering James was possibly the laziest guy he knew. The two boys hauled boxes into the house, emptying them one at a time to figure out where to put everything.
Logan chuckled as he noticed the gloves buried at the bottom of one of the boxes. "Hey, check these out. This was my 'inheritance' from my grandma a few months back".
"Wait...you're kidding, right?" James asked, thinking his friend couldn't be serious. "A pair of gloves?"
"A pair of gloves".
"What's the significance of them?" James questioned.
"Not sure, never heard my grandma mention gloves. Ever".
"Well, try them on! Let's see how they look on you" James joked.
"You know, I never actually did try them on" Logan returned. "Sure, let's see how these bad boys look". He slipped his hands into the leather gloves and flexed his fingers, fitting perfectly. "Wow, they actually feel pretty nice".
"You look like a geezer" James laughed at his friend.
"Oh shut it, dick" Logan retorted with a nudge at his friend. He noticed something strange when he shoved his friend. James' face went blank, staring off into space for just a moment, but as soon as the push was complete, James snapped back into reality. "Hey, you okay man?" he asked.
"Yeah fine, why?"
"Nothing. Just looked like you zoned out for a sec there. C'mon, lets keep unpacking these boxes" he replied. Logan put his arm around his buddy to walk back towards the rest of his family when he noticed, once again, James was completely out of it.
"Awaiting command" he uttered, almost machine-like.
"Stop fucking around asshole" he said, punching his friend on the arm.
"Command accepted" he said blankly. With that, James ran off from Logan, not wasting a second to unpack the rest of the boxes.
That was strange. James was typically always lazy, and he wasn't in the best shape. Why had he suddenly started pulling his weight with the unpacking? Logan thought for a second, then looked at the gloves his grandmother left him. "No way..." He considered the possibility that these gloves were causing James to listen to everything he told him to do. But that would be crazy, right? Then again, it would explain why he, as his grandmother's favourite, was left with only the gloves as his inheritance. He needed to investigate more.
After the unpacking and unboxing was complete, Logan and James decided to hang out in his new room. This was the perfect opportunity for Logan to test out if these gloves were for real. He threw his arm around his friend, placing his hand on his shoulder. James stood still once again, saying "Awaiting command".
"James, I want you to call me 'honey' from now on" Logan commanded to his friend. He knew this wouldn't definitively prove that the gloves had some kind of magic power, but even if they didn't, it was a good gag to pull on his friend to see how committed to the bit he was if he was faking it.
"Command accepted" he replied again.
Logan wanted to give it a test. "Hey James, wanna play some Call of Duty?"
"Sure thing honey" he answered without hesitating to address his friend by the pet name he had been instructed to use. Logan let out a little chuckle. "What's so funny?" James asked, completely straight-faced. If he was faking this, he was good at it.
"Nothing. Let's just play". Logan decided to really test these gloves. If he whispered his 'command' quietly, James would have no way of knowing what Logan wanted him to do. He threw his hand on his pal's leg, motioning for him to shove over a little and waiting for the "awaiting command" cue, he whispered to himself: "Punch yourself in the arm".
"Command accepted". Logan watched in disbelief as his friend raged at the game they were playing and punched himself in the arm. "Honey I hate losing" James spoke.
Holy shit Logan thought. It was real. The gloves were magic or something! Logan started to wonder what he had control of with these gloves. He decided that now was as good a time as any to test things out. He grabbed his friend and spoke some thoughts out loud, testing to see what would come true.
"Become better at video games, lose 100 pounds, tell me your deepest secret" he started.
"Command accepted" James spoke, then suddenly resumed playing games. Logan was stunned as he watched his friend shave off 100 pounds in a matter of seconds. He looked at the screen and noticed James was playing better than he'd ever seen him play. Soon, James spoke. "You know, I've never told anyone this, but I tried cross-dressing once. I'm not gay or anything, and I really didn't like it, but I just wanted to know what it would look like".
Logan was amazed. "So I can control mental changes, physical changes, and attributes of people. Good to know". He was intrigued by this cross-dressing secret and wanted to dive deeper on it. A devilish idea crossed his mind. What if I turn him into a girl? I mean, he tried cross-dressing once, so some part of him must want to be a girl, right? He grabbed James once again and waited for the robotic phrase to be uttered. "Appear as a hot 20-year-old Latina girl, but be unaware that anything has ever changed".
Logan waited for the magic words to exit his friend's mouth. He watched James' body morph before his eyes. His skin darkened slightly first, along with his growing hair. Quickly his figure shrank even more than what it was before, molding his slender, petite new body. The Adam's apple which used to exist vanished as his voice increased in octaves until it was somewhere between cute and sexy. His face became feminine, complete with beautiful, a cute nose, and a bright smile. Body hair disappeared from the appropriate places for a young Latina woman. His chest began to expand, filling out to form D sized cups. The small bulge that used to be slightly noticeable in his trousers was gone, his dick replaced with feminine genitalia. Piercings appeared out of thin air and scattered across the new woman's body. The transformation was complete, and Logan was speechless.
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