Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Aug 26, 2012 14:56:44 GMT -4
Here comes a first for me in a very long time, a straight TG transformation story. It's the first chapter, as it were, but it is also a pretty stand alone tale.
"When John moves in with a mysterious new roommate, he might just find the experience life-changing."
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You know, I think everyone has a period in their life where they wonder what it would be like to be the other sex. For some it's an epiphany, for others, it's a mild curiosity. You could count me in that later category. The thought first occurred to me when I was a child when most of my friends were girls, wondering how things would be if I fit in a bit more. It occurred again when I was discovering girls as something that attracted me, probably around 8th grade. I wondered what life would be like as a woman, their bodies were so beautiful and curious.
That was probably the last time I thought about it until now. Now I have no choice to wonder what it's like, because I am living it. I am a girl. No I didn't have a sex change or anything like that. No, I became a girl because of magic. Now I know you are probably scoffing right now. Trust me, I know I would have too, if I hadn't experienced it. It all began when I picked up the newspaper six months ago.
No, the newspaper wasn't magic. It was just a newspaper, but inside, I found an ad for someone seeking a roommate. I had been living in school housing for far too long, and the time was swiftly approaching to find a new place to live or sign my soul way for another two semesters. Something about the ad caught my attention, so I called the number listed.
"Hello." Said the voice on the other end. A girl's voice. I got nervous. She would never want to live with a chubby animation student. She'd want a girl like her.
"Hi. I was calling about the ad" I spoke with a quiver in my voice. I hated talking to strangers, especially over the phone.
"Oh, hello. You are the first person to see it, I think." She mused. Soon we were chatting, and I became relaxed. She seemed like a wonderful person, and perhaps this might work out. She told me her name, Izzy. I thought it odd, but it didn't matter. We made plans to meet for lunch and discuss a potential living situation.
Meeting Izzy was a strange thing. She looked different than I pictured her. She had made no mention of her race or nationality, so I had created a visual image of her in my head based only on her voice. It was different, but to be honest, reality was so much better than my imagination in this case. Before me stood a tall, beautiful woman, clearly of Asian decent.
"Chinese and Japanese." She said before I could even mention it. I looked at her oddly.
"Everyone wonders what I am when they meet me. My father was Chinese and my mother Japanese, but born and raised in America. Nice to meet you, John" she said.
"And you, Izzy. " I said, shaking her hand. Part of me wanted to enact the ye olde method of being chivalrous and kiss her hand, but I contained myself. We sat down at an outside table of the little café we decided to meet at and began to talk business. She had a two bedroom apartment in the heart of the city, a location I had dreamed about for years, and she was willing to split it with me.
"I've lived alone for a while, and I figured I'd give the whole roommate thing a spin. Rent being split makes it affordable, and you get to move to a better part of the city, right?"
"Uh…right." I said. She had taken the words out of my mouth yet again. "That sounds great. The rent is perfect, and I've always wanted to live closer to the center of the city."
"So we have a deal then?" She said.
"That's it?" I asked. I couldn't believe that it was that simple. She didn't want to see any references or anything.
"That's it. I think you are the perfect choice, John. Each of us gets something out of it, and we'll be better for it."
We worked out a time to meet and sign the lease with the realtors and landlords, and soon, the keys to a nice apartment in the center of the city were ours. The apartment was spacious, with a large kitchen and dining area, a living room where Izzy placed a sizable flat screen television, a large and accommodating bathroom, and two huge bedrooms. My room was almost as large as my entire old apartment. It was truly great. As we got settled, it was clear to me that Izzy was a great roommate. She didn't mind my odd quirks, and I didn't mind hers. We often would sit in the living room area on our laptops and chat over tea. She makes a mean cup of tea. She never laid down and rules or guidelines, and I never felt the need to either. She would occasionally bring her boyfriend over, but I knew to keep to my room in thos instances, which she obviously appreciated. Everything seemed perfect, and then, well, something unexpected happened.
One morning I woke up fairly early, which I rarely do, especially if I don't have work, but yawning and scratching, I went into the bathroom. Normally, I'd have put a shirt on out of some strange respect for Izzy that even she didn't understand. "You don't have tits." She'd say to me. That day, I didn't even consider it. Now, it was the same bathroom that it had been for the four months we had been in the apartment, but instead of the plain mirror the place had come with was an ornate one. It had patina borders, with an sculpture of two elegant snakes slithering along the frame of the mirror. Their heads met at the top of the frame, and their mouths opened and in the center of their two mouths were a ruby. It was about the size of a quarter, and it glimmered in the morning sunshine. I did my business, made sure to shake, and looked at the mirror again. I noticed my bedhead. "Doesn't make that look any better." I said with a smirk, which now that I look back on it, I should keep my mouth shut in situations like that.
I reached up to feel the jem stone sitting on the top of the mirror. "I wonder if that's real or plastic. If it's real, this must of cost Izzy a fortune." My finger brushed the ruby, and I felt it move. "Huh. Is it a button. Maybe it opens a cabinet behind the mirror or something." I said aloud, as I often do. Most people think I'm crazy, but I just like to talk my thoughts out. Don't judge me. Anyway, I pressed the button in as hard as I could, expecting the mirror to push forward, or the glass to slide away, but instead the jewel began to feel warm. I removed my hand and looked at it, and I saw the ruby glowing a bright red. "That's unusual." I said as I stared at it. Unusual, and yet, I sat there like a dope and just watched. The snakes then began to actually slither, which should have been a huge "GET THE HELL OUT OF THERE" warning, but again, like a dope I sat there. The reflection in the mirror then began to ripple, and then it began to glow. The ruby let off a huge flash of light and suddenly the room went dark. It was only a second, but that darkness felt very long.
Suddenly the sunlight streaming through the window was back and brighter than it was before, and I looked bak at the mirror, and I saw my reflection begin to change. In the mirror I could see down to about my abs, and the entire reflection was morphing before my eyes. I was becoming…softer, it seemed. I wasn't a build dude, in fact, I was a little chubby, but the size began to melt away like it were butter on a skillet. I held my hands up and watched the fingers get skinnier and the hands more slender. I looked from the reflection to the actual hand and saw that the mirror wasn't telling any lies. I was rendered speechless as tingles spread through my entire body. It felt like every inch of me had fallen asleep like an arm you slept on wrong. My face began to shift too, my nose shrinking, becoming button like, and my lips got thicker, plump even. Beestung is the term I've heard used. I hate bees.
Where was I? Oh right, whole body changing. Weird, right? Well, I was scared out of mine. I watched my bed-head hair start to grow out of my skull. It kept the same shade of brown that my hair always was, but it was now growing out, and not the way it did when I neglected to get a hair cut, no, this was growing out and down, drifting to my shoulders and even a bit longer.
A new sensation drew my attention away from the new do' and I looked down to my pecs which began to pulsate like something out of a sci-fi movie. I watched as my chest pushed forward, into what looked like…breasts.
"Boobs?" I managed to get out. I even sounded different, but I couldn't belive it. My chest grew and rounded out until they were, um, around a C-cup. As that frightening sensation stopped, I felt my waist crack and sinch in. It was actually a bit painful, to be honest. My stomach pulled in becoming smoother than it had been in years, and then my hips joined in on the pain stuff and cracked and stretched out wider, which I thought was the worst of it. Whoops. My ass began to swell outwards becoming a rather plump bubble butt. Sighing, I then did the math and thought "Hey, you grew boobs, your face is shifting into that of a girl, you have a small waist, wide hips, a big butt, what's next. Oh right. Penis. PENIS?!"
Indeed it was, and it felt like someone was pulling on it from the wrong side as it slid back into my body, and my entire groin flooded with odd sensations as it shifted into an entirely new set of genitals. I looked down and damn near fainted, but the sensations continued to move down. My legs thinned and lost the hair on them as they became, well, sexy, if I am being honest. My calves shrank and changed to matched, and then the tingles spread to the feet which also changed, shrinking, becoming "dainty" (Ugh, I hate that word) and then the toes turned a bit more inward than they were before.
Then the tingle stopped. I looked back at the reflection and saw the face of a very pretty girl the same age as me. My height had shifted a bit, taking me down a few inches, but that really was the least of my worries. I had to hold up my boxers, or else they'd fall to the ground, which was the first time I'd had that problem in, well, ever. The ruby's glow faded and the snakes returned to their natural position on the mirror. I reached up and pushed the ruby in again. Then again, and again, and each time, nothing happened. I started to pant, hyperventilating. I was going into a panic attack. How could I have become a girl, what the hell was this? Was I still asleep and this a very weird dream. As I contemplated this, I stubbed my toe into the bathtub and realized that whatever this was, it was not a dream. I looked back at the reflection and did the only thing I could think of. Scream.
It was a loud scream, high pitched, a voice I didn't recognize as my own. I heard footsteps running through the hallway and the door burst open, and there stood Izzy, wearing little more than a bra and panties, her hair a mess. She looked at me in time to see me let go of my boxers, which fell to the floor showing off all of me, in the most intimate sense.
"Oh god. Are you…"
"John." I said, still hating that voice.
"Shit. Shit!" She said. "Oh god, I am so sorry."
"Sorry?" I asked. How was this her fault?"
"I forgot to warn you about the mirror. I am so so sorry." She said as she walked in and hugged me. She and I were now the same height roughly. A bit odd, but not the strangest thing to have happened that morning.
"You knew it could do that?"
"Yes. I had it brought in yesterday and didn't even think to say not to touch the ruby. I am so stupid."
"Wait, I am so confused, you brought it in here, knowing it could do that to someone, why?" I asked.
"Come with me." She said. She grabbed a bathrobe and draped it around my shoulders and lead me to the living room.
"That mirror is a magic mirror. It's an old family heirloom." She said. "I had it in storage, but I wanted to get it in here, but I forgot that you might see it before I had the chance to explain."
"Explain what?" I said, trying to wrap my brain around what was happening. I looked down at my smaller feet and curled my toes in the strands of the carpet. I couldn't even begin to parse what was going on.
"This may be hard to believe, John…" she started.
"Please. Do try me." I said back, with a big helping of snark.
"I'm a witch. I can do magic." She said, breathing as if she had been holding in a large breath of air for days.
"Well, normally, yes, I'd say that would be hard to believe, but I am now a girl, complete with tits and a vag, so yeah, I think it's safe to believe you." I said.
"You don't sound angry." She noted.
"Well, I am angry, but I have this thought that if I yell at a witch, it might not make things any better for me." I said, chuckling a bit.
"Well, in this case, I deserve a good yell, so thanks." She said, sounding a bit sad.
"But hey! You are a witch, you can fix this, right?" I said, perking up.
"Um, well, that's where it gets complicated."
"Complicated? Why complicated? Why that word." I said, wincing.
"That magic wasn't my magic. It was the magic of whoever built that mirror however long ago it was, and I can't undo that strong of a spell unless I was the one who cast it."
"Okay, so we wait for it to wear off." I said, happy that this would end soon enough.
"No. It has to be undone, it won't just go away." She said.
"I tried pressing the ruby again, it didn't do anything." I mentioned, hoping that it might be the key to all this.
"Ah yes, that is why this is problematic. You see that mirror's magic has to recharge before it can be used to cast another spell."
"I don't want to cast another spell! I want to change back." I said, impatiently.
"Well, of course, but the mirror wouldn't just take back it's spell, it would cast it again. That ruby swaps the gender of anyone looking in the mirror, making them their inner…whatever, in your case a girl. If you were to press it again, it would change you back to your male, since that is your inner male. It's all very complicated."
"You are telling me." I sighed.
"Here's the thing, It has to charge itself, and…that takes time." She said, pausing, looking at me with Bambi eyes.
"How long?" I said, afraid to even hear the answer.
"Depends. Could be a few days." She said. "Or worst case scenario, ten years."
"TEN YEARS!" I shout. I had finally reached peak angry. "I can't stay this way for Ten Years! I have a job, I have a life, girlfr…well, I'm working on that part, but still, I can't be a girl."
"I can't do anything to change it, John, I am sorry." Izzy said with a resigned sigh. "I should have know bringing magic into this apartment was a bad idea."
"I…how am I going to live my life when I am now someone else entirely." I said, almost sad.
"I can help with that, actually!" she said, getting a bit excited. "I can cast a spell that will make people think this is how you've always been. When we can get you changed back, the spell will cease and it will be like you were never a chick!" she said.
"This is crazy." I said, hands over my face. "Fine, do it. I hope this is only a short term thing."
"Me to." Izzy said as she stood up and went into her room. She grabbed several items, and over the course of the next hour, she set up an elaborate spell. She cast it and, all I felt was a slight breeze on my new body.
"Walk to your room." She suggested.
I did, and I walked into a room that was totally different than the one I had walked of that morning. The walls were purple, and there was a lot of pink.
"You did that on purpose, didn't you." I said. She simply laughed. I went over to my dresser and looked through the clothes and saw all girls clothes. I slid on a pair of panties, and let me tell you, when you have been a boy all your life, that's the weirdest thing in the world. That might have been weirder than my transformation. I followed that up with the joy of trying to put on a bra. Izzy helped, or I would never have gotten the hang of it. I have by now, but man, that first day? Forget it.
I slid myself into a pair of jeans that were tight as hell and really showed off my butt in ways that I was embarrassed to do at the time. Izzy helped me pick out a shirt that was modest, but was still pink. Goddamn pink.
I decided to simply wear a pair of flip-flop sandals that were by my bed side instead of trying to even comprehend heels. Overall, I think I looked cute, but man, I felt anything but.
"Brighten up, I am here to help you through this, and who better than a witch?" Izzy said with a comforting hug. I did feel that she was there to help, and I sighed. If this was how it had to be, I was glad it had to be this way. Of course things would get more complicated, but that's a whole 'nother story.
It's been about…four months since the incident, and I've really adjusted to life as a girl. I go by Jennifer now, and people seem to really think I've always been this way. I barely think about being a girl now, and while I certainly miss my male life, I am…okay. I have to get going though, Izzy wants me to go out dancing with her. This should be fun. (That last part was sarcasm. Which should be my middle name)
I'll be sure to update you fine folks on my life soon.
"When John moves in with a mysterious new roommate, he might just find the experience life-changing."
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You know, I think everyone has a period in their life where they wonder what it would be like to be the other sex. For some it's an epiphany, for others, it's a mild curiosity. You could count me in that later category. The thought first occurred to me when I was a child when most of my friends were girls, wondering how things would be if I fit in a bit more. It occurred again when I was discovering girls as something that attracted me, probably around 8th grade. I wondered what life would be like as a woman, their bodies were so beautiful and curious.
That was probably the last time I thought about it until now. Now I have no choice to wonder what it's like, because I am living it. I am a girl. No I didn't have a sex change or anything like that. No, I became a girl because of magic. Now I know you are probably scoffing right now. Trust me, I know I would have too, if I hadn't experienced it. It all began when I picked up the newspaper six months ago.
No, the newspaper wasn't magic. It was just a newspaper, but inside, I found an ad for someone seeking a roommate. I had been living in school housing for far too long, and the time was swiftly approaching to find a new place to live or sign my soul way for another two semesters. Something about the ad caught my attention, so I called the number listed.
"Hello." Said the voice on the other end. A girl's voice. I got nervous. She would never want to live with a chubby animation student. She'd want a girl like her.
"Hi. I was calling about the ad" I spoke with a quiver in my voice. I hated talking to strangers, especially over the phone.
"Oh, hello. You are the first person to see it, I think." She mused. Soon we were chatting, and I became relaxed. She seemed like a wonderful person, and perhaps this might work out. She told me her name, Izzy. I thought it odd, but it didn't matter. We made plans to meet for lunch and discuss a potential living situation.
Meeting Izzy was a strange thing. She looked different than I pictured her. She had made no mention of her race or nationality, so I had created a visual image of her in my head based only on her voice. It was different, but to be honest, reality was so much better than my imagination in this case. Before me stood a tall, beautiful woman, clearly of Asian decent.
"Chinese and Japanese." She said before I could even mention it. I looked at her oddly.
"Everyone wonders what I am when they meet me. My father was Chinese and my mother Japanese, but born and raised in America. Nice to meet you, John" she said.
"And you, Izzy. " I said, shaking her hand. Part of me wanted to enact the ye olde method of being chivalrous and kiss her hand, but I contained myself. We sat down at an outside table of the little café we decided to meet at and began to talk business. She had a two bedroom apartment in the heart of the city, a location I had dreamed about for years, and she was willing to split it with me.
"I've lived alone for a while, and I figured I'd give the whole roommate thing a spin. Rent being split makes it affordable, and you get to move to a better part of the city, right?"
"Uh…right." I said. She had taken the words out of my mouth yet again. "That sounds great. The rent is perfect, and I've always wanted to live closer to the center of the city."
"So we have a deal then?" She said.
"That's it?" I asked. I couldn't believe that it was that simple. She didn't want to see any references or anything.
"That's it. I think you are the perfect choice, John. Each of us gets something out of it, and we'll be better for it."
We worked out a time to meet and sign the lease with the realtors and landlords, and soon, the keys to a nice apartment in the center of the city were ours. The apartment was spacious, with a large kitchen and dining area, a living room where Izzy placed a sizable flat screen television, a large and accommodating bathroom, and two huge bedrooms. My room was almost as large as my entire old apartment. It was truly great. As we got settled, it was clear to me that Izzy was a great roommate. She didn't mind my odd quirks, and I didn't mind hers. We often would sit in the living room area on our laptops and chat over tea. She makes a mean cup of tea. She never laid down and rules or guidelines, and I never felt the need to either. She would occasionally bring her boyfriend over, but I knew to keep to my room in thos instances, which she obviously appreciated. Everything seemed perfect, and then, well, something unexpected happened.
One morning I woke up fairly early, which I rarely do, especially if I don't have work, but yawning and scratching, I went into the bathroom. Normally, I'd have put a shirt on out of some strange respect for Izzy that even she didn't understand. "You don't have tits." She'd say to me. That day, I didn't even consider it. Now, it was the same bathroom that it had been for the four months we had been in the apartment, but instead of the plain mirror the place had come with was an ornate one. It had patina borders, with an sculpture of two elegant snakes slithering along the frame of the mirror. Their heads met at the top of the frame, and their mouths opened and in the center of their two mouths were a ruby. It was about the size of a quarter, and it glimmered in the morning sunshine. I did my business, made sure to shake, and looked at the mirror again. I noticed my bedhead. "Doesn't make that look any better." I said with a smirk, which now that I look back on it, I should keep my mouth shut in situations like that.
I reached up to feel the jem stone sitting on the top of the mirror. "I wonder if that's real or plastic. If it's real, this must of cost Izzy a fortune." My finger brushed the ruby, and I felt it move. "Huh. Is it a button. Maybe it opens a cabinet behind the mirror or something." I said aloud, as I often do. Most people think I'm crazy, but I just like to talk my thoughts out. Don't judge me. Anyway, I pressed the button in as hard as I could, expecting the mirror to push forward, or the glass to slide away, but instead the jewel began to feel warm. I removed my hand and looked at it, and I saw the ruby glowing a bright red. "That's unusual." I said as I stared at it. Unusual, and yet, I sat there like a dope and just watched. The snakes then began to actually slither, which should have been a huge "GET THE HELL OUT OF THERE" warning, but again, like a dope I sat there. The reflection in the mirror then began to ripple, and then it began to glow. The ruby let off a huge flash of light and suddenly the room went dark. It was only a second, but that darkness felt very long.
Suddenly the sunlight streaming through the window was back and brighter than it was before, and I looked bak at the mirror, and I saw my reflection begin to change. In the mirror I could see down to about my abs, and the entire reflection was morphing before my eyes. I was becoming…softer, it seemed. I wasn't a build dude, in fact, I was a little chubby, but the size began to melt away like it were butter on a skillet. I held my hands up and watched the fingers get skinnier and the hands more slender. I looked from the reflection to the actual hand and saw that the mirror wasn't telling any lies. I was rendered speechless as tingles spread through my entire body. It felt like every inch of me had fallen asleep like an arm you slept on wrong. My face began to shift too, my nose shrinking, becoming button like, and my lips got thicker, plump even. Beestung is the term I've heard used. I hate bees.
Where was I? Oh right, whole body changing. Weird, right? Well, I was scared out of mine. I watched my bed-head hair start to grow out of my skull. It kept the same shade of brown that my hair always was, but it was now growing out, and not the way it did when I neglected to get a hair cut, no, this was growing out and down, drifting to my shoulders and even a bit longer.
A new sensation drew my attention away from the new do' and I looked down to my pecs which began to pulsate like something out of a sci-fi movie. I watched as my chest pushed forward, into what looked like…breasts.
"Boobs?" I managed to get out. I even sounded different, but I couldn't belive it. My chest grew and rounded out until they were, um, around a C-cup. As that frightening sensation stopped, I felt my waist crack and sinch in. It was actually a bit painful, to be honest. My stomach pulled in becoming smoother than it had been in years, and then my hips joined in on the pain stuff and cracked and stretched out wider, which I thought was the worst of it. Whoops. My ass began to swell outwards becoming a rather plump bubble butt. Sighing, I then did the math and thought "Hey, you grew boobs, your face is shifting into that of a girl, you have a small waist, wide hips, a big butt, what's next. Oh right. Penis. PENIS?!"
Indeed it was, and it felt like someone was pulling on it from the wrong side as it slid back into my body, and my entire groin flooded with odd sensations as it shifted into an entirely new set of genitals. I looked down and damn near fainted, but the sensations continued to move down. My legs thinned and lost the hair on them as they became, well, sexy, if I am being honest. My calves shrank and changed to matched, and then the tingles spread to the feet which also changed, shrinking, becoming "dainty" (Ugh, I hate that word) and then the toes turned a bit more inward than they were before.
Then the tingle stopped. I looked back at the reflection and saw the face of a very pretty girl the same age as me. My height had shifted a bit, taking me down a few inches, but that really was the least of my worries. I had to hold up my boxers, or else they'd fall to the ground, which was the first time I'd had that problem in, well, ever. The ruby's glow faded and the snakes returned to their natural position on the mirror. I reached up and pushed the ruby in again. Then again, and again, and each time, nothing happened. I started to pant, hyperventilating. I was going into a panic attack. How could I have become a girl, what the hell was this? Was I still asleep and this a very weird dream. As I contemplated this, I stubbed my toe into the bathtub and realized that whatever this was, it was not a dream. I looked back at the reflection and did the only thing I could think of. Scream.
It was a loud scream, high pitched, a voice I didn't recognize as my own. I heard footsteps running through the hallway and the door burst open, and there stood Izzy, wearing little more than a bra and panties, her hair a mess. She looked at me in time to see me let go of my boxers, which fell to the floor showing off all of me, in the most intimate sense.
"Oh god. Are you…"
"John." I said, still hating that voice.
"Shit. Shit!" She said. "Oh god, I am so sorry."
"Sorry?" I asked. How was this her fault?"
"I forgot to warn you about the mirror. I am so so sorry." She said as she walked in and hugged me. She and I were now the same height roughly. A bit odd, but not the strangest thing to have happened that morning.
"You knew it could do that?"
"Yes. I had it brought in yesterday and didn't even think to say not to touch the ruby. I am so stupid."
"Wait, I am so confused, you brought it in here, knowing it could do that to someone, why?" I asked.
"Come with me." She said. She grabbed a bathrobe and draped it around my shoulders and lead me to the living room.
"That mirror is a magic mirror. It's an old family heirloom." She said. "I had it in storage, but I wanted to get it in here, but I forgot that you might see it before I had the chance to explain."
"Explain what?" I said, trying to wrap my brain around what was happening. I looked down at my smaller feet and curled my toes in the strands of the carpet. I couldn't even begin to parse what was going on.
"This may be hard to believe, John…" she started.
"Please. Do try me." I said back, with a big helping of snark.
"I'm a witch. I can do magic." She said, breathing as if she had been holding in a large breath of air for days.
"Well, normally, yes, I'd say that would be hard to believe, but I am now a girl, complete with tits and a vag, so yeah, I think it's safe to believe you." I said.
"You don't sound angry." She noted.
"Well, I am angry, but I have this thought that if I yell at a witch, it might not make things any better for me." I said, chuckling a bit.
"Well, in this case, I deserve a good yell, so thanks." She said, sounding a bit sad.
"But hey! You are a witch, you can fix this, right?" I said, perking up.
"Um, well, that's where it gets complicated."
"Complicated? Why complicated? Why that word." I said, wincing.
"That magic wasn't my magic. It was the magic of whoever built that mirror however long ago it was, and I can't undo that strong of a spell unless I was the one who cast it."
"Okay, so we wait for it to wear off." I said, happy that this would end soon enough.
"No. It has to be undone, it won't just go away." She said.
"I tried pressing the ruby again, it didn't do anything." I mentioned, hoping that it might be the key to all this.
"Ah yes, that is why this is problematic. You see that mirror's magic has to recharge before it can be used to cast another spell."
"I don't want to cast another spell! I want to change back." I said, impatiently.
"Well, of course, but the mirror wouldn't just take back it's spell, it would cast it again. That ruby swaps the gender of anyone looking in the mirror, making them their inner…whatever, in your case a girl. If you were to press it again, it would change you back to your male, since that is your inner male. It's all very complicated."
"You are telling me." I sighed.
"Here's the thing, It has to charge itself, and…that takes time." She said, pausing, looking at me with Bambi eyes.
"How long?" I said, afraid to even hear the answer.
"Depends. Could be a few days." She said. "Or worst case scenario, ten years."
"TEN YEARS!" I shout. I had finally reached peak angry. "I can't stay this way for Ten Years! I have a job, I have a life, girlfr…well, I'm working on that part, but still, I can't be a girl."
"I can't do anything to change it, John, I am sorry." Izzy said with a resigned sigh. "I should have know bringing magic into this apartment was a bad idea."
"I…how am I going to live my life when I am now someone else entirely." I said, almost sad.
"I can help with that, actually!" she said, getting a bit excited. "I can cast a spell that will make people think this is how you've always been. When we can get you changed back, the spell will cease and it will be like you were never a chick!" she said.
"This is crazy." I said, hands over my face. "Fine, do it. I hope this is only a short term thing."
"Me to." Izzy said as she stood up and went into her room. She grabbed several items, and over the course of the next hour, she set up an elaborate spell. She cast it and, all I felt was a slight breeze on my new body.
"Walk to your room." She suggested.
I did, and I walked into a room that was totally different than the one I had walked of that morning. The walls were purple, and there was a lot of pink.
"You did that on purpose, didn't you." I said. She simply laughed. I went over to my dresser and looked through the clothes and saw all girls clothes. I slid on a pair of panties, and let me tell you, when you have been a boy all your life, that's the weirdest thing in the world. That might have been weirder than my transformation. I followed that up with the joy of trying to put on a bra. Izzy helped, or I would never have gotten the hang of it. I have by now, but man, that first day? Forget it.
I slid myself into a pair of jeans that were tight as hell and really showed off my butt in ways that I was embarrassed to do at the time. Izzy helped me pick out a shirt that was modest, but was still pink. Goddamn pink.
I decided to simply wear a pair of flip-flop sandals that were by my bed side instead of trying to even comprehend heels. Overall, I think I looked cute, but man, I felt anything but.
"Brighten up, I am here to help you through this, and who better than a witch?" Izzy said with a comforting hug. I did feel that she was there to help, and I sighed. If this was how it had to be, I was glad it had to be this way. Of course things would get more complicated, but that's a whole 'nother story.
It's been about…four months since the incident, and I've really adjusted to life as a girl. I go by Jennifer now, and people seem to really think I've always been this way. I barely think about being a girl now, and while I certainly miss my male life, I am…okay. I have to get going though, Izzy wants me to go out dancing with her. This should be fun. (That last part was sarcasm. Which should be my middle name)
I'll be sure to update you fine folks on my life soon.