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The room was too quiet and you could feel the tension in the air from Malcolm's gaze, sitting in the chair as if he was the king here, as if the girl standing before him was not the owner of this room. His gaze roamed her body up and down, inspecting the weak body of this foreigner, getting angrier and angrier with each passing second, his jaw was set hard, his eyes were narrow and his hands were a little bit shaking with anger.

"What are you going to do to me, you stupid bitch? Will you call your daddy to your damn Egypt?" He spat the words, his eyes never leaving her body, but his attention was focused on her face, her beautiful, innocent face, that made him feel a little bit aroused "...or where your ass is from?" He smirked, looking at her, his eyes glimmering with dark and dirty thoughts.

"No, I'm not from there!!!" She screamed at him, feeling her blood boiling with anger, she couldn't stand how this disgusting man looked at her like that, how he was talking to her. Her face was red, her lips were pressed tightly together. The young girl was angry and furious and it was hard to calm down. But than she suddenly started smiling and looking at him. "...although, you know, it's a great idea!" She giggled and started waving her hand in the air, moving her fingers and mumbling some words in a language that he never heard before.

Malcolm just rolled his eyes and leaned back in his chair, smirking. "Heh, yeah, great idea. What nonsense are you talking about?" He said in a mocking tone, looking at her and raising his eyebrow. "...What's wrong with this bitch? Why is she waving her hands so strangely?" He thought to himself, not noticing that his muscles were getting weaker and weaker, and he started losing his strength, after the girl whispering the magic spell.

"In the name of Isis, goddess of magic and transformation, I command..." she started loudly and clearly, her voice full of power and confidence, her hans still dancing in the air and her whole body moving to the rhythm "...three to change form! From bully to beauty, from man to maid, in..." she was waving her arms more and more faster, and the strange words started to sound more and more clearer and louder.

"What the hell is she talking about?! Looks like she needs to be punched in her stupid face..." He was about to stand up and rush to her, when suddenly he noticed that something was touching his neck as if it were someone's hair, his nipples suddenly hardened and felt the cloth of his shirt rubbing against them. So he immediately looked down, and saw how on his chest were slowly forming two round shapes, and the his tight  T-shirt now looked like a very big shirt, because his body was now more thin and delicate.

"...ancient Egypt's realm, a different path he'll tread. As a dancer in..." The young girl was finishing the spell, but her eyes were glued to his body, to how it was changing, to how the clothes were now too big for him, how his muscles were shrinking and disappearing. And now his skin getting darker, his long white hair was getting black.