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"C'mon, dude," Moira begged, "This is my final day to submit my project! It's like half my grade!" "Maybe you shouldn't've procrastinated so long," you replied, staring at the strange platform with an arm coming out of the back. "I didn't, though," she whined, pointing at the platform, "No one volunteered." "And I'm not volunteering either; I don't care how temporary it is," you replied and went to leave, only to feel a shove from behind, causing you to stumble onto the platform. "Sorry," Moira said as I felt the strange metal arm poke into my back.

I struggled to get off the device, but the arm kept pulling me back, keeping me in place as I felt my body begin to change. My clothes fell away, disintegrating into nothing as my body grew smaller. I tried to cover myself, only to realize that I had nothing to cover. My groin was flat, not unlike a mannequin, an omen of what was happening to me. My skin lost all its hair, my body becoming entirely smooth as fat redistributed underneath it. My waist caved inwards along with my shoulders, my hips expanding to compensate. My chest and rear started to grow, no longer constrained by any clothing. I grunted as I felt a pair of breasts bud and my butt inflate, giving me an undeniable feminine figure. My hair extended and lightened, turning into a ginger bob as the final touches of my new female body settled.

I tried to shout at Moira, but words never left my lips. My body started to feel stiff, the sheen of plastic making itself known as it slowly consumed my body. My joints grew wide, lines appearing along them as they became mechanical joints, everything organic about them leaving as they changed. The room started to expand, or rather, I started to shrink, turning from average male height to a mere foot tall. I stared up at her just as my body locked into place, still mid-struggle. "I'm still very sorry," she said, picking me up and posing my limbs, "It'll only be for a day, I swear." I couldn't respond as she dropped me into her bag and made her way to class.

"Impressive," the professor said, examining my body. "And you're saying she was a male too?" "Yes, sir," Moira responded as the professor grabbed and moved my joints, his touch strangely enjoyable. "To imbue both a gender-swap as well as an inanimacy spell into your platform speaks volumes about your proficiency," he told a most prideful Moira, "You're most definitely getting a 100 for your final, but I have another question." Her face lit up at the idea of passing with flying colors, ready to answer any question he had. "How would you like to bring her to Nationals?" He asked, delighted to see her eyes grow wide with excitement. "Yes!" She almost shouted before looking down at me, "What's another few weeks, right?" Unable to reply, the best I could do was just hope there wasn't an even bigger competition that would leave me like this for months, or longer.