Nick groaned as he watched the contents of his bag spill out onto the pavement of the street, thousands of dollars of expensive camera equipment scattered in front of him. Reaching down and tucking it all back into his bag, inspecting everything for damages, he noticed an strange, cheap-looking bronze medallion tucked underneath a trashcan. Picking it up and dusting it off, unable to read any of the strange markings on its face, he put it in his pocket so he wouldn’t forget. Maybe he could pawn it for a few bucks later down the line, he thought.

Later in his apartment as he laid out everything on his bed and assessed it for damages, he noticed one of the models from earlier that day, a skinny redhead named Michelle, had accidentally gotten her pair of fishnet stockings caught up in his stuff. Holding it up to the light, he saw just how skimpy and revealing they were. “Oh well, I’ll return it to her during our next shoot...” he said, stuffing it into his pocket for later. Immediately, he jumped his body immediately began to shift. In a matter of seconds his dark hair had become long and bright red, his features softer and sexier as a pair of curvy breasts formed on his chest. His waist cinched, causing his pants to fall around his ankles, as his cock folded back and became a woman’s pussy. Stumbling over to the mirror, she looked at her reflection. She was now a carbon copy of Michelle, the sexy redheaded model from the photo shoot!

Feeling sick and confused she knocked on the door of her housemate Hank, assuming he would know what to do. Hank on the other hand was surprised - and maybe even a little pleased - to see the pants-less ginger model suddenly burst into his room. “Hank!” said Nicki, her voice now undeniably feminine, “Something happened! It’s me, Nick! I don’t know what did this to me, but I need your help to change me back! I’m a woman for God’s sake!”

Hank leered at his friend’s body, his eyes scanning her body and delicious curves. “Alright, fine. Let me look in your room. You wait here, in case there’s something dangerous.” Heading into Nicki’s room, he searched for a few minutes until he managed to find the medal in her discarded pants. Searching the item’s description on his phone, he eventually found an old blog mentioning something called the Medallion of Zulo, a mysterious magical artifact that had the power to change people’s bodies just using somebody’s item of clothing. It even specified how specific body parts could be changed. As an idea began to form in his mind, a devious grin appeared across his face.

Returning back to his room, where a worried Nicki was nervously crossing her arms across her breasts, he shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t know what it was.” he lied, placing a hand over her shoulder. “But I’m sure we’ll find something...” Scheming, he began picturing all the things he could do to her body...