This choice: No one finds you yet, you get time to understand your situation • Go Back... A few moments passed of silence, as you stared into the mirror, waiting for something to happen. You felt warm, you turned quickly to mirror and felt your new red pony tail whip you in the face. You spat excess hair out of your gaping mouth, and explored the room. There wasn't much to see, all things considered. You bare feet touched the soft carpet, the room had a small bed, covered in cushions, and skins of strange purple beasts.
"Cal?" You called, pensively, feeling out your strange new voice. It was deep and smooth, very uncharacteristic of you. "Are you... still here?"
Silence was the only answered. The plaques sat, hanging on the far wall, and a mirror were the most interesting parts of the room besides the colorful rugs and pillows.
You took a moment to move over the mirror and examine your new form. In terms of what you wanted to look like, this... new self. At least not mostly. You examined the washboard abs below your new robes, and flexed experimentally. You biceps BULGED. You had huge arms now. You blinked, examining the rest of your features. Your lips with full, and naturally red, your lashes long, and your new nose, sharp and pointed. Your hair was bright red and long, with a pony tail tall on your head, pulling your hair tight to your head. You felt that, and... other features.
You bit your lip, steeled your stomach, and looked down. Two massive breasts were pointed outwards, several inches, covered with the thin vestment wrapped around you. You dropped the vestment, and revealed your browned body's pair of unreal breasts. They weren't the largest you've seen, but they were unbelievably perky, pointing straight forward and outwards. You cupped your breasts and gave them a small squeeze, having never had female breasts before. The feeling was immense as your knees nearly buckled, and your lower regions became warm.
"W-woah," You stammered. "That is... this is... unreal."
You felt faint, and sat at the edge of the bed, fixated on your new chest, until your eyes dropped lower, to the poofy pants that sat on your new legs. Your ripped the band aid off, and pulled your pants down. The first obvious thing you noticed, is that your dick was completely gone, as were your pubes. As a matter of fact, you were hairless everywhere except your head, a pretty major change. Your thighs were equally muscular and thicc, with a new natural gap between them. Your eyes flitted back to the missing piece. Your lithe new fingers touched the edges and you began to feel a sensation of want and desire, which erupted from the back of your mind. You WANTED to be touched. As your fingers rubbed against your tight opening, you began to understand why. The feeling was immensely pleasurable. You gasped lightly, feeling a sudden moisture grow from within you, and your new vagina opened gladly to accept your soft hands rubbing against it. You felt somewhat guilty, suddenly reasoning that this wasn't your body, but it seemed to push you forward, your excited bits loosening even further as an invitation. Your fingers drummed, covering themselves with your vital fluids, and you began to writhe, getting your belly to insert your long fingers even further.
"Oh... oh god..." You breathed, your new voice turning you on further. "Oh god oh GOD,"
You felt the pleasure reach its peak as your fingers beat a rhythm against your slick insides, and you experienced an explosion of pleasure. Your moans escaped your mouth, and shot the pillows around across the room. You went slack, sweat coated, and flipped over, staring at the dark void that was this room's ceiling.
You now understood your body and its wants and desires. You felt ready to go again almost a minute later, but you pulled your teenage mind back, and replaced your clothes. You figured you main focus should be to get out of here, and bring this power with you so you could decide what to do with your new power.
Your magic, this wish granting power, must have a way to give you your power.
"Hmmm..." You muttered, replacing your pants somewhat shamefully. "I... I should make a wish. Uh... I wish that I was out of this urn."
You then snapped your fingers, and a magical spark appeared... but fizzled just as quickly.
"Okay, so I can't grant my own wishes..." You mused. "That... sucks. Maybe I can convince someone to wish for me..."  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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