Travis was having a rough time at his business meeting. He asked for a five minute breather to step outside just to collect himself. All he could think of as he walked outside was wishing he didn't have to be at this meeting. That he could somewhere or someone else; anywhere or anyone else! That's when he felt a slight tingle. A strange dust fell on him. He didn't know it--he had no way to know it--but a pixie overheard his wish and sprinkled him with pixie dust, granting his wish. His balding head quickly gushed forth with long, flowing, blonde curls. His clothes morphed from a business suit into a sexy red skirt and black jacket. He shrunk in size to fit his new feminine form. His wish had been granted...
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