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Tim had always been a pretty avid reader. There was nothing he liked more than curling up with a good book on a rainy afternoon and reading well into the night. Tim would read all kinds of books too. There was no topic he had not explored and he would frequently close his eyes while picking random books off the shelf to read. One day, on his way home, he noticed that a new bookstore had popped up on the corner of his street. It had always been an old rundown building and Tim was surprised that anybody would want to set up shop there.

Nevertheless, Tim decided to check it out. When he approached the building, a new yet somehow still rundown-looking sign read "Occult Book Emporium." This would be interesting he thought to himself as he opened the door, causing a small bell to jingle that announced his entry. The inside was dark and dusty. It did not look as if the new owners had done much to repair the building before opening for business and there were signs of serious wear and tear on all the walls, floors, and bookshelves.  A dreary old woman looked up from her desk that Tim assumed had to be the checkout counter. 


"Ah, it's you. I've been expecting you," she said in a raspy voice. Suddenly she produced a book from beneath the desk and set it down in front of Tim who had by this time, walked over to where the woman was sitting. The book had a completely blank cover.


"I'm not sure what you mean," replied Tim a bit confused as to why this woman thought she knew him. Before he could say anything else the woman shoved the book into his hands.


"Best get going now," she said. "This one's on us." With this, she looked back down at whatever she had been reading before Tim had walked in and proceeded to ignore his presence entirely. Weirded out, Tim left the shop with the blank book. At least he would have something to read later he thought to himself although he was unsure if he would realistically ever want to enter that store again.


Tim hurried home and got ready for a night of reading. He laid back in bed and looked at the book that he had been given. He had never seen a book with no cover. There wasn't even anything written on the spine. Tim opened the first page and found that there was no text on it but rather a strange symbol he had never seen. His eyes traced the lines of it trying to decipher or glean any meaning from the symbol but he couldn't make any sense of it. Tim turned to the next page only to be met with two more symbols he did not recognize. Each one was large and stretched across the whole page. 


Tim was studying the third symbol when a feeling came over him. He felt light-headed and his thoughts began to cloud. He was having a hard time focusing yet he felt as if he had to keep turning the pages and gazing upon the symbols. With each page turn his thoughts clouded further and his body began to feel warm and pleasant. He imagined having long ginger hair and nice full breasts for some reason. Tim couldn't figure out why his thoughts had drifted to such a thing but he couldn't fight it. It felt too nice. As his thoughts focused on this his body began to change to match. His chest slowly ballooned forward. His simple clothes transformed as well turning into a bra to catch his new curvaceous assets. He absentmindedly turned the pages with his eyes closed. He imagined what it would feel like to have somebody stuff his tight pussy with a massive cock. As soon as this thought drifted through his mind his dick began to shrink smaller and smaller until, with a small unceremonious spurt of precum, it receded within to form a nice wet vagina. Her pants formed into a lacy pair of sheer panties that hugged her lower half delicately. Suddenly her mind filled with thoughts of all the sexual acts she wanted to do. She envisioned a massive cock that was hard and erect before her. She wanted nothing more than to suck it dry as she groped herself. She leaned forward as if to kiss the tip. Though her transformations had not yet been completed she was beginning to like where this was going.