The air in the small, cluttered apartment was thick with the scent of burning sage and candle wax. Dust motes floated lazily through the beams of sunlight that cut across the room, illuminating the chaos of stacked spell books, empty energy drink cans, and a half-eaten pizza box. In the center of it all stood Ethan, 23-year-old amateur wizard, his dark hair messy from hours of poring over ancient texts. His hands trembled as he clutched the worn leather-bound book, its pages filled with arcane symbols and handwritten notes in cramped, frantic scrawl.

“Alright,” Ethan muttered to himself, pacing the room. “Just gotta focus. It’s just one spell. One tiny little transformation spell. No big deal.”

His heart pounded in his chest as he re-read the instructions for what felt like the hundredth time. The spell promised a temporary transformation and Ethan had always wondered what it would be like to… well, not be himself for a while. Specifically, he’d fantasized about being her. His dream girl. A woman so impossibly beautiful, so effortlessly sensual, that she seemed plucked straight from his deepest desires. He’d even sketched her out in his notebook: long, wavy black hair, almond-shaped brown eyes, full lips painted crimson. And her body? Every curve sculpted to perfection, ample breasts, a cinched waist, and hips that could make a grown man weep.

“This is insane,” he whispered, running a hand through his hair. “But it’s just temporary. Just for an hour. Maybe two. What’s the worst that could happen?”

Famous last words.

With a deep breath, Ethan began the incantation, his voice low and steady as he recited the words in a language older than time itself. The candles flickered wildly, their flames dancing in response to the power surging through the room. He could feel it in the air, electricity crackling against his skin, raising the hairs on his arms. His stomach churned as the spell took hold, a strange warmth spreading through his body.

And then the pain hit.

It started in his chest, sharp and searing, like his ribs were being cracked open and rearranged. He gasped, doubling over as his muscles began to convulse. His skin prickled and burned, as though molten lava was coursing through his veins. He stumbled backward, knocking over a tower of books, and collapsed onto the floor. The world around him blurred, twisting and distorting in ways that made his head spin.

“Oh god,” he groaned, clutching at his chest as it began to expand, his tank top straining against the sudden pressure. His breathing grew shallow, labored, as his shoulders narrowed and his waist cinched inward, reshaping itself into an impossible hourglass. His hips widened, bones creaking and popping as they realigned themselves. The fabric of his sweatpants stretched taut, barely containing the new curves that were forming beneath them.

He screamed as his face contorted, his jawline softening, his features shifting and refining until they were unrecognizable. His hair grew longer, darker, cascading down his back like a silken waterfall. His hands flew to his throat as his Adam’s apple disappeared, replaced by smooth, unblemished skin.

The pain reached its peak when his groin erupted in agony, a blinding white-hot flash that left him gasping for air. When it subsided, he was different. Wholly, irrevocably different.

He layed there on the floor, trembling and drenched in sweat. Her chest heaved as she struggled to catch her breath, her new breasts rising and falling with each gasp. She reached up tentatively, her fingers brushing against the soft swell of her cleavage. Her eyes widened in shock as she realized what had happened.

“Oh my god,” she whispered, her voice higher now, smoother, with a slight accent she hadn’t intended. She scrambled to her feet, nearly tripping over her own legs as she rushed to the full-length mirror propped against the wall.

What she saw staring back at her made her freeze.

She was… stunning. Her skin glowed with a warm caramel hue, her curves accentuated by the tight clothing that clung to her like a second skin. Her breasts strained against the fabric of her tank top, spilling out slightly at the neckline, while her ass looked like something out of a music video, round and perky and begging to be touched. She turned to the side, marveling at the way her body flowed seamlessly from one curve to the next.

“Holy shit,” she breathed, her voice trembling. “I… I did it.”

Her hands roamed over her new form, exploring every inch with a mixture of awe and disbelief. She pinched herself, half-expecting to wake up from this bizarre dream, but the pain was real. This was real.

A thought struck her, and she fumbled for her phone, snapping a quick selfie before the spell wore off. She needed proof. Something to remind herself that this wasn’t some fever-induced hallucination.

But as she stared at the photo, another wave of unease washed over her. The transformation had been excruciating, far more painful than she’d anticipated. What if it got worse when she tried to change back? What if something went wrong?

“No, no, no,” she muttered, shaking her head. “I need to fix this. Now.”

She grabbed the spell book, flipping frantically through the pages until she found the reversal incantation. Her hands shook as she held the book open, reciting the words as quickly as she could. The candles flared to life once more, the air growing heavy with magic.

Just as she reached the final line, the door burst open.

“Yo, Ethan! You order the”

She froze, her wide eyes meeting those of her roommate, Jake, who stood frozen in the doorway, a pizza box dangling precariously from his fingers. For a moment, neither of them moved. Then, slowly, Jake’s gaze traveled down her body, taking in every detail of her new form.

“Uh…” he stammered, his face turning bright red. “Who… who are you?”, startling her.

Panic surged through her as she had stuttered part of the incantation and fumbled the spell book before finishing. Helplessly watching it hit the floor with a loud thud. The candles snuffed out, plunging the room into darkness. The last thing she heard was Jake’s voice, tinged with confusion and concern.

“Hello? Are you okay? What were you doing?”

When she came to, the first thing she noticed was the silence. The kind of heavy, oppressive silence that makes your skin crawl. She blinked, trying to clear the fog from her mind, but something was wrong. Terribly wrong.

She couldn’t remember.

She couldn’t remember the spell. Couldn’t remember why she was here. Couldn’t even remember her name.

All she knew was that she was lying on the floor, her body aching, her head spinning. And standing over her was a guym tall, handsome, with short brown hair and a look of sheer panic on his face.

“Hey, uh… ” he said, his voice wavering. “Are you… do you need help?”

She opened her mouth to speak, but no sound came out. Instead, she felt a wave of dizziness wash over her, pulling her back into the darkness. She loved when her boyfriend comforted her like this. She hugged him, and then went to the shower to get cleaned up. Tom stood there in shock, this woman really thought she was his girlfriend. “Dope”, is all he said, not a worry at all about where his roommate might be. More pizza for him he thought.