Transforming Spells

Transforming Spells-Prelude

"The sacred Book of Incantations!" I exclaimed excitedly when I viewed the wizardly lectern upon which it rested.

I was the only person in the dim-lit chamber, awaiting my companions to reach me.

I had joined the crew for some easy money, but this book seemed to call to me. I was only a thirteen-year-old boy, and I was dangerously curious at that age.

I approached the magnificent book cautiously as if waiting for it to attack me.

When I reached it, I opened it slowly, trying not to rip the seemingly new pages.

I had turned to a middle page, and the spell's title read, "Desired Beauty." The words were in jet-black ink and gothic font.

"Beautiful calligraphy," I remarked in awe.

I read the page quickly, so I could see if the spell would work."That body, face, and mind that is most attractive, that hair, that butt, that waist. Those breasts, that vagina—is this for a girlfriend?—that size. The gentleness, the sensitivity, the voice. The curves, the balance, the grace. Intelligence, wisdom, and skills. The tightness, the perkiness, the voluptuousness. Be"—I thought about the last word for a second—"mine!"I let out a moan as the incantation I read started to act. It started with my face, a burning pain that seemed unbearable for the likes of an adolescent.

There came a sudden torrent of knowledge and wisdom into my mind, giving me a headache.

My features altered rapidly, parts shrinking, others growing, some vanishing, some appearing.

The most significant was my size. I was roughly five foot seven before, but I had shrunk to four foot nine in ten seconds.

I was turning into the universe's Desired Beauty!

I couldn't stop any of the changes, and as they came, a new personality did too. I learned nine hundred years of research in the minute it took for me to change, and I developed a body suitable for expert balance and masterful archery.

I couldn't embrace it all though.

For a small part of me was still... me.

"My Goddess!" I gasped, looking at my marvellous female body, and taking note of the gender of the new deity I now served under.

I fainted.

When I woke up, I was on a hospital bed, with my mom looking over my new body.

"How are you feeling, Mark?" She asked with a worried look.

"I thought I'd turned into a—" I stopped talking when I realized that I had a new voice, a girl's voice.

"Mark?" My mom seemed worried.

I closed my eyes, embarrassed to ask the obvious question. "Am I a girl, Mom?"

When I opened my eyes, she was nodding and frowning silently.

I looked around the room, seeing a few doctors in the halls through the door but none with me and my mother.

"What do I do?" I asked with concern.

"First, let's take you home," she replied with a warm smile.

At that moment, I had never been so glad it was just me and Mom.

We arrived home shortly after our discussion. I had been kept in the hospital since I had fractured my wrist when I fainted and fell onto the hard stone floor of the temple where I'd found the dreaded book.

"Idiot," I heard a voice say in my head.

I raised a perfect eyebrow.

"Stop resisting me," the voice spoke again. "I don't bite."

"Who're you?" I thought.

"I'm your goddess, and I'm your new body's true master, so stop resisting and let me in," she replied.

"Will you possess me?" I asked nervously.

"I'll control the body," she responded.

"Then no," I frowned.

"You can't resist forever," she laughed, "Marie."

I shuddered at that female name.

"Mark?" My mom called from downstairs.

I let out a sigh. "Yes?"

"I have some dinner for you," she announced.

"I'll be right there!" I put on some shoes and went downstairs.

The dimly lit room offered me a chance to try and secretly adjust my shirt to fit my new... breasts in it.

My mom caught me somehow.

"I've bought you some new clothes..." she trailed off, seeing my discomfort.

"It's okay," I forced a smile, not wanting to be a burden to my stressed mother.

The other clothes I had on were also causing issues, but I was too stubborn and afraid to put on anything else.

"Dig in," my mom offered, holding out a bowl of spaghetti."Thanks, Mom," I beamed."No problem," she murmured.

Right before I ate any of it, I closed my eyes and my hands automatically grabbed the other arm's elbow. Then I started to pray to some goddess named Hierra.

My mom saw what I was doing and shrugged.

When I was done, I realized what I had just performed and groaned, then ate a bit of spaghetti before becoming full.

My mom was shocked."You only ate a quarter of your—"

"I know," I was close to tears.

She sighed. "Maybe you just need a good night's sleep."

I hoped so.