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"Shut the fuck your... Ugh! My voice! And what the..." standing up, Malcolm squeaked sharply in a high female voice, whose clothes now were too big for him, as if they belonged to a very large man which size was about two times his new size, his jeans would have fallen to the floor if he hadn't managed to grab them with his little hands.

"...the court, a siren of the Nile's allure, let him..." she kept chanting, ignoring his attempts to interrupt her, his body already completely transformed, but it was not the end yet. Golden bangles appeared on her ankles under oversized jeans, on her neck and wrists. The strange headdress formed on her head and earrings appeared in her ears. "...embrance his new role, his fate he can't ignore." She ended the spell, and waved her hands, creating a magical circle which started glowing brightly and a bright light filled the room.

"Damn, this is some fucking shit! This is impossible" Malcolm thought to himself, feeling how heavy now was his breasts under the loose T-shirt, how uncomfortable were these tight golden rings on his neck because of which he couldn't move his head normally. "What are you doing?! Stop! Hey!" He screamed like a hysterical girl, which he really was now. But bright light around him was getting bigger and bigger, and the girl along with everything that surrounded him began to blur "Good luck, Nefertari" she smiled at him, and winked.

All around him was filled with blinding light, his body felt as if he were in a tunnel, spinning around in all directions at once. His clothes fell off him, and disappeared in the white light, leaving his naked body exposed. But it wasn't long before something wrapped tightly around his chest, pressing his breasts tightly against his body. Then some thin ropes, or cords, tied around his waist and hips, and between his legs, forming a long piece of fabric, covering his pussy, but not the sides of his buttocks and his ass.

"Ugh... Wha-a-a..." moaned Malcolm, feeling hot sand under his feet, warm sun on his skin, and gusts of wind playing with his long hair. Opening his eyes, he found himself in a completely unknown place, surrounded by strange people and animals, which looked a bit like those from a museum.
"Hey! Lazy bitch! Get your ass over here!" said loud rude male voice, coming from a very large muscular man who looking angrily at him. He wore a loincloth, sandals, and a hat and hold a wooden spear in his big hand.