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After accidentally having drunk sex with Greg, I was completely distraught. What started off as a magical anomaly had gotten far out of hand. I opened the door to my mother's study, almost ready to burst into tears.
"What is happening to me mom?? Why is the magic not wearing off?" I was hysterical, I admit, not the manliest look.
"Oh sweetie, come here," She gave me a hug. "I didn't want to intervene, because I thought the enchantment would just run its course like before...but I think this clearly not a typical situation anymore. I'll do my best with a reversal spell, but if it doesn't work, then we'll know that this is something else." She sat down and closed her eyes, while running her fingers over her cleavage and letting out a soft sigh.
"Um..Mom? What are you doing? I asked.
"A gender transformation spell requires a good deal of sexual energy, so I'm just..thinking happy thoughts," she whispered, her eyes still closed. After an awkward moment of watching my mom feeling herself up, she started the incantation. It was working! I could feel my tits shrink, and a sudden discomfort in my groin told me that my penis had grown back. I felt strong again, gaining a few inches in height and feeling my muscles tighten. It was almost strange not feeling my long hair tickle my back anymore.
"Thank you so much Mom! It's been such a stressful week.." I said, instinctively coughing at my deeper voice.
"Don't thank me yet...I sensed a lot of resistance from your aura after completing the spell," she said.
"What do you mean? Wait a minute..something's not right. No. Noooo!" I felt a familar warmth in my chest. "No! I was so close to being me again!! Hnnnnnggg...oooohhhh!" with an orgasmic push, my breasts inflated past the constraints of my shirt, popping a button or two.
I already knew what would follow. I clasped my thighs together in a vain attempt to hold onto my penis, my skin already smooth and silky again as my hips flared out with a pop.
I stood there, panting, completely dumbfounded at my fate. "It's as I feared," my mother said. "When I was your age, your grandmother told me a story about how she was actually born male. As you know all magic is both masculine and feminine, and according to her, she was born with a severe imbalance of feminine magic. She tried fighting it, but her body yearned to align with her feminine aura. When she met your grandfather, she decided to stop fighting her nature and allowed the magic to change her body permanently. She embraced her new life as a woman. At first I thought it was just a quirky story that she liked to tell us, but judging by your...condition, I think it might just run in the family."
I was in shock, processing this new information. "What are you saying? Are you saying this is permanent? That I have to live as a woman for the rest of my life?" My lower lip started quivering.
"Oh honey. It's not as terrible as you make it sound. Besides, I think your sisters were right, you are the bustiest girl in the family," she laughed, caressing my cheek. "Also, if Grandma's story is true, I think you'll find that your magical abilities will be much more predictable and strong once your body and your aura match. It will be much easier for you if you decide to embrace your newfound femininity instead of fighting it. I think you will make a wonderful witch. Here, put this on," she dug through her closet and handed me a dress. "You've looked so uncomfortable all week. You're young and beautiful, it's okay to flaunt it a little."
She was right. Of course she was. I'd known it this whole time, I was just in denial. This body felt right...my magic felt right. Everything was as it was supposed to be. I put on the dress, for the first time truly accepting who I was. I explored the curves of my body, this gorgeous form that I would be seeing in the mirror every day for the rest of my life.
I knew what I wanted to do. I texted Greg.
"Is everything okay?" He asked.
"Everything is perfect. I'm coming over." I said.
I walked into his apartment and without any further ado, I pulled down my dress to show him my gloriously large breasts.
"So this is me now. Permanently. Do you like it? I think I can still make minor changes if you want." I said.
"I love it. But..can you make your hair blonde again? If we're going to have sex again, I'd like to remember what you looked like the first time," he grabbed me by the waist and led me to his bedroom. This time I was completely sober, and my heart was pounding in my chest. When he tore my dress off I was already fully wet and ready.
He was both gentle and rough, asking me if it felt okay as he slid his hard pole deep inside me. I nodded, his hand forcefully grabbing my tit was almost enough to send me over the edge.
My magic wasn't inconvenient anymore, my old male body was. This was me now, a powerful and sexy witch, and I wasn't going to waste any time embracing womanhood.
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Original author: MollyPeachTG Sent to my by Cbrorigins.
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