Let me tell you what happened. I was the apprentice to this mage chick and she was awesome; she had this hot librarian look with her brown hair in a bun, horn rim glasses, mocha skin and the hugest knockers you ever did see. Oh, and her ass was great too. I guess she didn’t like me ogling her every lesson because after a while, she began to turn herself into an old man to teach. Yeah, I guess I’m a pervert, but what can I say? It’s not like I wasn’t going to notice she has this hourglass milf thing going on.

But in exchange for the magic lessons, I was her test subject. She used me in a lot of her experiments, mostly to test the limits of her mind control magic, like seeing what she could get me to believe with a simple suggestion spell. But this one time…it was different.

As usual, she called me to the testing zone for an experiment. I was more than happy to oblige as she stayed her normal, hot self when she was doing experiments. But instead of the usual desk for me to sit at while she messed with my mind, there was this fancy magenta magic circle drawn on the floor. It glowed but kind of… flickered, like a candle about to go out. Some parts of the circle were rotating and I couldn’t make heads or tails of the magic runes on it.


“What’s with the magic circle, teach?” I asked her.
“This is a teleportation circle.” She explained, “I already tested it on an inanimate object and on an animal. I think it’s time to try two people at once.”
I eyed the flickering circle with suspicion
“Um…are you sure it’s safe? It looks kind of… unstable.”
“Well, it is an experimental portal, but it will work because I made it! Come now, into the circle!”

Reluctantly, I stepped into the circle, my master following me. I could feel the energy running up my leg: it was like the tapping of raindrops but upside down. Well, I didn’t have much time to think about it because my teacher said some magic words and in a magenta flash, we were in a desert. I heard my master speak.
“Hmm…there was a slight miscalculation. Instead of taking us to the forest outside the tower, we ended up here. That’s concerning.”

Speaking of concerning, I checked myself over to make sure nothing else went wrong during the trip and, needless to say, I was shocked to see I was wearing my master’s robes. On my master’s body! I raised my…or rather her hands to my face to check if it was still my face. My left hand felt my familiar cheek (there was no way her face had stubble like mine) while the other hand smacked into something on the way to my face.
“Ow! What the heck!?” my master said
Looking to my right, I saw my teacher’s head planted firmly on her body…the same body I was currently using! I yelped in shock causing her to notice the situation and wince.

“Alright, calm down.” She said, trying to maintain a professional composure. “Obviously, the teleportation circle didn’t work. It sent us to the wrong location and joined us together. Hmm… maybe I should have lowered the range sensitivity…?”
“Well, whatever happened, why don’t you teleport us home the normal way and then separate us? This heat is awful and I’ve got sweat in places I didn’t have before.”
My master looked pensive for a moment.
“No, I won’t be doing that I’m afraid.” She said, although I’m not sure if her tone was nervous or coy.
“Why not? You teleport all the time.”
“Two reasons.” She said, “First, I can’t actually move anything below my neck: apparently only you can. That means no hands to wave a wand or to use any- hey! Eyes up here, buddy!”
She had caught me starring at our shared body, possibly because our body was starting to react. I could tell she would have smacked me upside the head if she could.
“And the second reason is to keep an eye on you, mister! You weren’t a very good student before, but now you have me here 24/7 to instruct you. In other words, we’re stuck like this until you’re an advanced enough wizard to separate us yourself! I won’t tolerate you simply getting another wizard to do it.”
“Lucky me.” I said sarcastically
“Lucky us” she sarcastically replied

After looking around, we couldn’t find my body. I did see a city so we began to walk there as she explained the situation.
“If we’re lucky” she said, “your body will be back at the tower and preserved by the magic involved. I know I can’t feel it even if I try touching my arm. It could also be flung to some random location or lost in the space where objects go when teleporting.”
Unfortunately, while we were admitted into the city, neither of us could understand the people’s language.
“Alright master, we never got around to translation spells back home. How do you do it?”
“I um…don’t…know. I never added that one to my spell book.”
“What!?”


After buying a map, we discovered, through some embarrassing pantomime with the shopkeeper, that our home was on the other side of the nearby sea, which meant we would need to raise money for ship passage. However, within a day, the money my master had in her pocket when we teleported ran out; magical education was expensive and we still needed to pay for things like food and inn nights. We tried to sell our meager spell casting services, but even the few marketable spells I had were in too low demand, even if the locals could understand what we were saying. That meant we would need a job.


“No! Absolutely not!” my master barked
“Look, we need a job that makes a lot of money but zero language skills. Dancing like those girls in the skimpy outfits would accomplish both at the same time.” I answered grumpily
“I am not showing off my body in some harem outfit just to earn a few coins. It’s degrading, not to mention beneath me. Why don’t we get some kind of laborer job like a porter?”
“Because these” I held up one of her thin arms, which had no muscle, “are a lot smaller than these.” I grabbed her breasts and jiggled them for emphasis. “Besides, I’ve been watching those girls; they hire based on looks, not dancing skill.”
“Of course you were looking at them” she huffed, “I still don’t like showing off my body for money.”
“Our body.” I corrected, “Here’s the situation, like it or not: we don’t have enough money to stay at the inn tonight but we do have enough for one of those harem girl outfits. I also control the body and you don’t, so….”
I walked out the inn door and to the clothing shop, passing the dancing women on the way. After changing into the new outfit (and, to my master’s chagrin, selling the robes we used to wear) we joined the women on the street, dancing for tips from the bazaar patrons.



That was six months ago. We almost had enough to buy passage back, our “exotic” look drew in more money to be sure, but my master insisted on continuing my education, so we tended to spend a lot  the  we made on magical education things. With any luck, we’ll be back to normal before I get sick of seeing women’s bodies. Unless, of course, that was her plan….

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