"Hey! What are you doing? I believe you're some kind of a witch" you said as you noticed that your body shimmered slightly. Seconds later your body felt limp, almost like if the blood to it had been cut off."
"I'm glad to hear it, John, but its very dangerous for someone to cancel a spell before it completes itself" mom said. For some reason she, as well as the room were looking bigger.
"So what are you doing? Shrinking me?" you demanded. It was obvious that you was smaller as you now less than five feet tall. Somehow, your clothes remained proportioned to your smaller body.
"Not quite. I think you'll figure it out soon enough" mom chuckled as your shrunk past four feet. You weren't in the mood to laugh, especially as you felt something move around your stomach and crotch.
"You're not doing that to me, are you?!" you demanded, even though in your heart, you knew it was happening to you. Mom was turning you into a girl.
"You've got it, John. Glad you could perceive that before the more obvious changes" mom announced.
"Obvious changes?" you squeaked, frightened.
"Your longer hair, prettier clothes. That sort of thing" mom said in a bemused voice.
"Hair? Clothes?" you squeaked, even more alarmed that your voice had changed to that of a young girl. "Change me back!"
"Why? Don't you want to see the new you? Mommy's handiwork?" mom soothed.
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