Zoe was a jeans and t-shirt kind of gal, but her husband Wyatt was always hassling her to dress sexier. Lately he'd even been bringing home tiny outfits and insisting she try them on.
"Come on, babe," he said one night, holding up a skimpy little thing. "A chick with curves like yours should show 'em off!"
"No," Zoe said. "I could never wear anything so trashy."
"It's not trashy, it's sexy!"
"Well, you're not the one who'd have to wear it."
"Aw, loosen up. If I were a girl, I'd be glad to wear it!"
That did it. Zoe hadn't practiced witchcraft for years, but tonight she decided to grab her old wand out from under the bed. She said a quick incantation and - POOF - the tiny dress Wyatt was holding vanished from his hands and suddenly it was stretched tight across his new, curvy form. He looked down at himself in shock, his mouth hanging open.
"What's wrong, honey?" Zoe asked. "You said you'd be glad to wear that dress. After all... a chick with curves like yours should show 'em off!"