It had been a little over a week now, and the magic still hasn't worn off. I'm still a girl. I wasn't happy about it but it was slowly becoming easier to adapt, I didn't feel awkward getting dressed anymore, and I learned to just deal with all of the gawking I got from men. I'd been practicing my spells though -- and I was definitely getting better. Not good enough to reverse the transformation, but a lot of the simpler things were now easy, like closing the door behind me or changing my hair color. When I asked my sisters if they could walk me through a reversal spell, they shrugged and said it was too difficult and would take too much time to prepare for. I tried my best over the weekend, but all I managed to do was make my tits a little smaller. As soon as I completed the spell I grabbed my left breast to see how much smaller they'd gotten, but then I noticed a surge of magical energy concentrated on my ass. It had swelled to even curvier proportions, as if to compensate for my breast reduction spell.
Great, I thought. It's hopeless. It was almost as if the magic inside me was actively resisting any of my attempts to de-feminize myself..it made no sense. I shrugged. It would take care of itself...it had to. I got a text from Greg, he suggested that we go out this weekend. We hadn't spoken much this week, probably because all I could think of was that Greg probably wanted to fuck me. I couldn't blame him, I'd probably want to fuck me too.
"Come on, you've been sulking all week! Lets just have some fun this weekend like we used to," he said.
You know what, fuck it, I thought. I deserve to let loose a little bit. I snuck into my sister Liana's room and picked out one of her club outfits. Chanting a simple spell I turned my hair blonde, and texted Greg that I'd meet him at the club. His eyes bulged when he saw the new blonde me, and I couldn't help but feel a slight tingle.
A few drinks later, and everything turned into a wet haze. I vaguely remember grinding my plump ass against multiple crotches, and at some point I think I asked Greg to put his hand down my pants.
I woke with a pounding headache, and a large male hand absently fondling my boob. Shit. I woke up with a start, in Greg's bedroom, with his hands on my chest.
"Fuck! Please tell me we didn't have sex." I pleaded. "How drunk was I?? What else did I do?"
"Well, you used your magic to make your breasts grow again. Then you started flashing everyone in the club while trying to get me to finger you. So I took us home."
I breathed a sigh of relief. "So we didn't have sex?"
"Oh no, we totally had sex. And I can't remember for sure, but I think you made your breasts even bigger while you were riding me," he said, nonchalantly.
I was at a loss for words. I never dreamed it would go this far. I had to get a handle on this quick, before I started forgetting what it was like to be my male self. I needed an expert. It was time to confront my mom, the most poweful witch I knew, and get a straight answer from her about what was happening to me.
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Original author: MollyPeachTG Sent to my by Cbrorigins.
Repost of a caption already on this site to add some of the missing images (the first 2 are sadly lost to time).