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  "Are you okay, Anna?"

  Anna.

  I looked down. My tunic bulged more than it should have. Which is to say it shouldn't have stretched at all across my chest. How could I have missed the breasts that now jutted out from me? No wonder I'd been hurting when running. I poked them. Ouch. Yeah. They were mine. I didn't want my first touch of boobs to be my own!

  My own.

  The potion. I remembered thinking the hair had been red.

  Ignoring an increasingly confused Tom, I rushed to a nearby pool of water. Magic kept it clear, and with the bright sun, it would make a fine mirror.

  "Anna? What's going on? You seem different today."

  In the pool, Anna's face reflected. Well, mostly her face. Wizards were trained for observation. Something I'd failed so far that morning, but I hope I can be forgiven for not realizing I'd turned into a woman. Almost Anna's double as I'd said. There were minor differences. Her face was a little thinner, mine a little plumper. My freckles seemed more numerous.

  "Anna?" Tom asked.

  "Not Anna," I said.

  "Huh? I guess you look a little different, but I just thought that was the lack of makeup."

  Could that be it? No. I looked like Anna if she'd been mixed a little with me. If I squinted, I could just see a little of myself in the shape of my eyes and the smaller nose. Where the freckles came from and the plumpness I didn't know.

  I turned back to Tom. "Not Anna, John."

  Tom cocked his head. "Could you make sense, please?"

  I sighed. "I'm John. Your friend. Remember last week when I enchanted that sword for you? You received a full gold extra for it."

  Tom's jaw dropped. That had been a secret. Tom's father did not want a reputation for enchanting weapons, even minor luck spells like I'd added to the sword. But Tom had wanted the extra money, and I'd needed the practice, so... Tom's eyes roamed down, he still looked like a startled deer.

  "John?"

  "Yeah. I know. I don't know what to think either." Fuck. No wonder my master had kicked me out! He thought I was a woman. He'd never let me back in! I needed the book if I was to reverse the spell. Shit. This was bad. Really bad. There was no way this could get worse.

  "Fuck, John. You're hot!"

  I sighed.

  Chapter 4: Self Exploration

  In my master's library, there was an entire large section on the various theories of magic. The truth was that no one knew why magic worked; it just sort of did. The proof of this was that many of the theories directly contradicted each other. One major theory stated that magic was intimately tied to the body. This was why wizards didn't train apprentices until after they were adults. This theory also helped explain why a wizard who was badly injured would struggle with magic. For example, there are numerous studies of wizards who lost limbs—especially in battle—and often, they must retire entirely.

  This theory is at least partially wrong.

  Now, I can't explain why injured wizards struggle with magic. Nor is that even universal. A journeyman wizard had stayed with us for a few months who'd lost his arm in an experiment. He still managed to be a damn fine wizard. That was why my master invited him. To study him. I didn't know what conclusions my master had formed. But it did give me a possible way back into his graces. I couldn't imagine him passing up the opportunity to study me.

  Though it might cause him to explode. Women can't do magic. He's certain of that. Yet, the consultation building, a small building where we consulted with the villagers, opened to my magical command. After Tom verified that I would safe, he slipped away. The day after The Revival Festival might be a day, everyone started late, but Tom's father would still expect him to show up to work. He'd come back later.

  The door opened without issue. To my magic. I had to adjust my gestures and my mumbling—my master almost yelled his spells, I mumbled—but I adjusted almost immediately.

  I was fairly certain my master wouldn't be showing up at the consultation building. He left most of that to me these days. So as far as a base of operations went, it was perfect. Well, not perfect. There wasn't a copy of the potion book I'd used to get myself into this mess, nor any elf, orc, or troll cum even if I could fully remember the spells for the potion. There might be some of my hairs around, but it would be dangerous to try and guess which of the hairs were mine. Almost everyone who entered the building had brown hair.

  I paced the back room. I'd left the door locked, and the lantern that signaled one of us was in there off. I didn't want any clients. There was a small chance some emergency would send a runner to the tower and my master would show, but that happened so seldomly I was willing to take the risk. How could I handle them when I didn't look like myself? Hm, could I manage an illusion? That might work. The villagers would be easily fooled, but again, the issue was my master. The locks on the consultation building had yielded to my spells, so I could likely get into the tower, but unlike here, my master kept close watch on the tower. If he was looking for me, he'd come as soon as I entered. No illusion would fool him.

  No. I'd need a distraction.

  There was no point in coming up with a full plan yet. Even if I got the book, I'd used too much of the semen ingredients. I'd need to restock. Without coin, how was I to do that? Abyss, even with coin, I'm not even sure I'd ever held enough coins for the troll cum.

  As I passed in front of a mirror, I paused. Anna really was the most beautiful and alluring creature in the entire village. I'd heard some of the guards who'd traveled claim she rivaled even the nobles of the far away cities. My master had mentioned something about that, though I wasn’t sure if he'd been trying to insult me/her or compliment me/her. Or both. Ugh. I didn’t even know how to refer to myself in my head.

  I shook my head.

  There was one way to gather the cum.

  No.

  Just no.

  There had to be a better way.

  Still.

  The thought sent a thrill through my body. No, not the thought. It was looking at my new body. That had to be it. I couldn't be dreaming of milking an elf for cum! And Gods forbid the others. Orcs and trolls were fully intelligent creatures, on par with humans, but they were still not human. I wasn't so naive to think that sex between species didn't happen. It did. Some people sought it out as a thrill or just loved the other intelligent beings.

  That had never been me though.

  And certainly not to collect their semen!

  Trying to push that thought away, I examined my body more closely.

  Hm. I needed to see more.

  Tugging the tunic off wasn't difficult. I tossed it aside just in time to see my bountiful breasts, bouncing back into place. The breasts freckled and pale, with the nipples a deep, dark red color.

  My groin throbbed. This was the first woman I'd seen naked. Well. Maybe a few glances into the shadows during the Revival Night or there was that one time Tom and I had peeked into the bathhouse...

  But this was my first close look!

  Curvy.

  I'd often imagined Anna naked. This was almost exactly how I'd pictured her.

  Hm. Could that be the result of the spell? Had I inadvertently pulled my view of her into the spell and become that? Or was there another explanation? I'd need to see the real Anna naked to see if there were differences. Though the dresses she wore were revealing, they were also designed to enhance aspects of her figure, making it hard to say what she really looked like. My brief glimpse last night had been shadowed and didn't help much. Not to mention she wore makeup. I barely knew what makeup was! But I knew it enhanced the face somehow.

  A flush crept up from my breasts, which rose and fell with each breath. My stomach was soft to the touch, without much of the muscle I'd hoped to gain. A bright red triangle of hair nestled between my legs and wide hips. Turning, I glanced at my ass, the freckles were starting to fade, but still existed down to my new butt.

  Hm. It would be a long time before Tom got back. A long time. Maybe...
/>   I touched my breasts. Moaned softly. That felt nice. A delightful mixture of soft and firm. My fingers slid around, tracing little patterns in the flesh, causing the flush of my skin to move further upward, into my face.

  Nice.

  My finger brushed one of my nipples, causing a cry to escape my lips. Okay, now that felt amazing! I tried again. Both nipples. My knees weakened.

  I needed to sit.

  Or lay.

  There was a bed nearby, which made the perfect base for experimentation. That's all this was. It wasn't something I'd normally do of course. But how could I pass up the opportunity to explore a female body on such an intimate level?

  I played with my new breasts for long minutes. Minutes in which my body got warmer. Hotter. Soon, squeezing the nipples sent shudders through me, from the tips of my toes to my red hair.

  Mostly, the pleasure centered on the tip of the triangle between my legs. Or at least under the surface near there.

  Almost of its own accord, one of my hands moved downward, caressing my skin. Teasing. Breathing became harder. If my nipples and upper body felt so good, what would the place the books claimed was the center of women's pleasure feel like? Of course, the same books claimed women were less driven by their desires than men, but my observations of village life seemed to show that wasn't true.

  My fingers encountered the top of the hair. Thick and coarse, it still felt wonderful to slide through. Sort of a doorway to more exquisite pleasures. And then my fingers found those. Even without going between my lower lips, just pressing down above what the literature named the clit, I cried out. Louder than when I'd first touched my nipples.

  It felt amazing.

  Fantastic.

  Intellectual curiosity fell to the wayside—if it had ever been my real pursuit—now pleasure took its place. My enjoyment. I wanted satisfaction. But in exploring my own body, I'd learned that slow meant better. Usually. Sometimes things happened in experiments that left me so aroused the only course was to masturbate as fast as I could.

  Come to think of it, it happened a lot. Why was so much of magic perverted?

  The thought drifted away on a cloud of gratification as I rubbed the spot just at the top of my lips. Minutes passed in luxurious delight. Bliss. Moisture built between the lips, making the buzz even more exquisite, until a finger slipped between the lips.

  I cried out again. So much bliss!

  There was no way I was holding back now. My finger rubbed the little nub of delight, faster and harder. My breathing increased, and warmth spread across my skin. I imagined I must be flushed but couldn't see myself in the mirror anymore.

  Faster.

  Moans came continuously. I couldn't help it. How did women keep quiet?

  Maybe they didn't. It had been a long time since I'd lived near women. Maybe I'd just forgotten. Anna hadn’t been in any way quiet when I’d observed her and Tom.

  More!

  Something built within me. Like what I felt when a coming ejaculation was approaching, but not the same. Not at all the same. A wave of exquisite delight built. And grew. My muscles tightened as my hips rose from the bed, and a long scream escaped my lips. I shuddered as a new pleasure raced through my body, it crested as I rubbed my clit. I gave a last cry and collapsed back onto the bed with a whimper.

  My fast breaths filled the empty room.

  "Tom said you were attracted to me, but honestly, going this far is a little ridiculous," a voice filled with amusement broke the silence.

  Chapter 5: Disgusting or Intriguing Plans

  "I think your boobs are bigger," Anna said while staring at me.

  My face had taken on a permanent crimson glow that I swear I could see even without a mirror. I tugged the sheet from the bed higher around my shoulders. My tunic was on the other side of the room near Anna. No way I was going to go for that until she left. If I could have sunk through the floor, I would have. But I didn't know any spells for that. I'd already decided against blowing the roof and flying off, my sense of self-preservation slightly outweighed my humiliation. However, I didn’t know how to fly. I wonder if that’s possible? The roof exploding on his consultation building was not something my master would ignore.

  Even if it meant coming near the village himself.

  "I think your face is different too. Plumper," Anna said, still studying me like I was a lab dissected animal. Trust me, I've done dissections many times; I know the look.

  "It was supposed to be Tom's hair," I said miserably.

  “You wanted Tom’s hair?” she asked. “I think mine is a lot prettier.”

  “No. I mean the hair in the potion was supposed to be Tom’s, so I’d gain his physique.”

  "Yeah, I don't think that worked."

  "No kidding," I said. "I mixed some of my own hair, it was supposed to be possible to keep my features, but the sex change must have overridden that. Some changes seem to have bled through anyway," I said with a glance down at my new boobs.

  "Your mom has huge tits, maybe that where you got them."

  "Tom!" Anna and I said at the same time. Her voice was a little higher than mine, but they matched well in tone and context.

  Tom took a step back with his face on fire. "Sorry," he mumbled.

  Anna shook her head before turning back to me. "What are you going to do?"

  "I'm not sure," I said, ignoring Tom's inappropriate comment. Though... he might be right. Maybe I had gotten my mother's traits instead of my own. That might bear study.

  Later. Preferably after I was safely in my own body. For good.

  "Can you reverse it?"

  I shrugged. "In theory, yes. But—." I blushed. I didn't really want to talk about this part, but I could at least give my friend and his lover some information. "I'd need difficult to acquire ingredients that I used up in making the first potion." That was enough to give them a clue without going too far. Like mentioning that the main missing ingredients were semen of various sentients.

  Anna walked over to where I sat. I leaned back. She seemed more amused and curious about my predicament, but my master claimed women were volatile. You never knew what they might do. Given my lack of experience, I only had his ideas to go on. She took my chin in a firm grasp, turned my head in one direction, then the other. "You really do look like me. We could be twins with the right makeup and poor lighting.”

  "Great, that doesn't really help though," I said.

  "It might. I'm supposed to marry some old noble geezer. He'll be here in a few days." She made a face, sticking her tongue out and scrunching her nose. I wasn't sure what to make of it other than she didn't seem to like the idea of marrying a noble. I thought that was the dream of all women.

  "Uh, I don't think I can help with that."

  "You could! You could marry him!" Anna seemed so excited; I think she meant it.

  "Gods Anna, seriously?" Tom asked.

  She slumped her shoulders. "I need a way out."

  "Once he hears about your reputation, he'll back out," Tom said.

  I watched the two interact with fascination. Occasionally I came into the village and joined Tom at the tavern where I could watch the other apprentices chatting. Nothing like this though. I think putting the tower so far out of town did end up hurting my social development. My tower would be in town once I became a master myself, I decided. Of course, I'd have to be a man to do that.

  Anna shook her head. "I tried that already. The messenger I sent said he reacted with glee."

  "Huh," Tom said.

  "Hey, wait. Didn't you say you were going to turn yourself into Tom?"

  "Not exactly," I mumbled while avoiding Tom's look. He'd been staring at me in fascination since they'd arrived. It was uncomfortable. I think Tom had something of a boob fetish, and mine were... considerable. "I meant to get his physique, not his look."

  "But you could do it to me? Right?" Anna asked excitedly, even more so than when she'd suggested me taking her place. "He'd never want to marry a man. At least I don
't think he would."

  "What?" I asked. Why was she concentrating on avoiding this marriage so much? I had bigger issues to deal with. Anyway, my master would kill me if I interfered with the bailiff that much. Wizards were tolerated so long as we didn't do anything too crazy. Turning the bailiff's daughter into a man seemed to lean towards the extreme end.

  "Well, it would be interesting," Anna said while crossing her arms. That I could understand. I'd already experimented with this new body, and it had been fascinating. Until I got caught.

  But no. I had to change myself back first before I could do anything with Anna.

  "Sorry, but I need to concentrate on getting me back."

  Anna sighed. "Alright. I'll agree to help you, but you have to promise you'll help me afterward."

  "Uh?" I said. Anna seemed to take that as an agreement. What had I gotten myself into?

  "Alright," Anna said with a firm nod. "What do you need?" Tom had zoned out staring at my breasts. What was wrong with him?

  I flushed. The ingredients. Not good. Maybe I could foist a few of the more mundane ones off on them. "Uh, rose petals. Dandelion fluff," I said, starting to list the plant-based ones.

  "That's it? Those hardly seem worthy of that flush."

  I think I reddened more.

  Anna stepped closer to me, peering down into my eyes. "What are you hiding?"

  I sighed. Fine. I'd never met anyone like Anna, if there was a way to keep her from finding out what I needed, I couldn’t think of it. "The spell is sex-based," I mumbled.

  "Sex-based, what does that mean?" Tom seemed to perk up at my admission. Of course, that's what brings him out of his staring contest with my breasts. At least I'd managed to cover them before he could stare too much. Not that the thin sheet did much except emphasize them. It had to be better than exposed, didn't it?

  "Elf, orc and troll semen," I blurted before I could convince myself not to speak.

  Both Anna and Tom stared at me.

  It was Tom who broke the silence. "Gross."

  "Yeah," I couldn't help but agree.