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Yeah... now this is lI couldn't believe that just a second ago, I was a guy, and now I was staring at my new, obviously female hands with slender fingers and nails that were way too long. My breasts felt like two foreign, heavy water bags had been strapped to me, bouncing ridiculously with every little movement. I blinked, unable to believe my eyes, immediately noticing that even my eyelashes seemed too long.
— What the fuck, dude?! — I blurted out, realizing just how much my voice had changed. I sounded like some pissed-off high school girl from a cheap sitcom. My voice was high-pitched, breaking awkwardly on the sharper notes. My breasts jiggled when I jerked forward, and I caught myself instinctively pressing them against my chest.
I snapped my head up and locked eyes with the bastard responsible for all of this. My best friend Josh stood in front of me, looking like he had just launched a nuclear missile but wasn’t entirely sure whether it would explode. His expression wavered between guilt and anticipation—like he was hoping I’d suddenly go, “Oh, cool, I’ve always wanted to be a girl!”
— What… what the fuck is this trick?! — I exhaled, clenching my teeth in rage. — What the hell did you do?!
— Uh… magic? — Josh tried to pull off an innocent smile, but the way he was slowly backing away made it obvious that he was scared himself.
— Magic?! Do you even hear yourself?! — I clenched my fists, only to immediately feel my long nails digging into my palms. Oh, fuck. — Turn me the fuck back, right now!
— I can’t. — He shrugged guiltily. — It’s a one-week spell.
I froze, staring at myself in horror. A spell. For a week. A whole week in this body? In these tights? With these… breasts?!
— Are you fucking insane?! What do you mean, a week?! — My voice shot up to an embarrassingly high pitch. Shit, I really did sound like some hysterical girl. That pissed me off even more.
— It’s just a week, it’s not that long. — Josh tilted his head slightly, as if trying to justify himself, looking guilty for a moment before glancing up at me with a tiny smirk. — Besides, you always wanted to know what it’s like to be a girl...