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My story is… complicated, let's say. I don't like to draw attention to myself, but here I am talking. I suppose this story isn't really about me, in a way. It's about her. Her mission, and my place in it. It's my story to tell however. I'm hesitating though, holding back. She taught me better than that. So I'll tell her story, starting with the end of my own.

I was on my way to class that day, running late in an out of character way. Usually I just slept in, or dismissed my alarm instead of snoozing it. That day though, was the culmination of months of struggle. I was in a new city, far from home, far from everyone I'd ever known, divorced from who I was, who I had been. I'd made it through the first semester by keeping my head down, going to school, then going back to my apartment. I didn't drink, didn't party, and didn't talk for about five months. I was fortunate enough to have a family who could afford a private living situation, but in a way, that was what killed me. I could afford privacy, but it gave me the means to withdraw. My own nature is poisonous, self-defeating in a way. Without some pressure to socialize, some obligation to meet, I tend to fall back, fade away, even as the loneliness rots me from the inside out.

I spent the morning laying in bed, staring at the ceiling as my thoughts spun their dark whirlpool. I skipped my first class, I was failing it already, but I liked the other one I had that day. Even so, I was struggling to find a reason to move. I was struggling with a question, one that I hadn't allowed myself to ask before, back when I had friends, back when I knew I was Luke. Luke, as I understood him, was a quiet boy, not exactly nerdy but by no means athletic. He had a few friends, and a loving family. He'd had a few girlfriends, people who thought he was cute enough to ask out, but nothing serious so far. I frame this description as if he were someone else, and not the person I had been for close to twenty years, and that was the problem. Luke was someone who met expectations, obligations, fit into whatever friend groups had him, and never once made waves that risked upsetting the status quo. Luke was who I was, because Luke was who I was expected to be. College though, left me with none of that. I had to wonder then, who I really was underneath that mask.

I suppose everyone struggles with that question at some point, but in my case it was much more personal. I didn't just feel like a stranger in my life, but in my own body. It felt like even the meat that carried me was built wrong, out of someone else's idea of who I was. I wasn't bad looking, by any stretch of the imagination, but I never made an effort to improve my image. The gym felt wrong to me, the idea of growing muscles upset me in a way I wasn't ready to confront yet. I kept my hair cut short, but only so I could maximize my time between visits to the barber. I hated mirrors, and the less time I had to spend in front of one consulting my image, the better. I realized that Luke had been a shield for me, something to guard against these feelings. He was a role to play, an answer to that burning question that I could pretend to know, but now he was gone. I was all that was left.

I did manage to haul myself out of bed, I probably wouldn't be telling this story if I hadn't, though I likely would have found my way eventually. I like to hope so, at least. My breakfast was toast with peanut butter, simple, not filling in the slightest, but I could tell myself I ate at least. I'd long since missed the bus on campus, the next line came halfway through the class itself, so I set off to hoof it. I put in my earbuds, cued up some music, and set to walking. I liked to drown the world out when I was outside, it gave me an excuse to ignore people, to avoid socializing. It was a coping mechanism, and unfortunately for me, it straight up killed me.

I remember reaching the intersection, and checking both ways. I don't remember if it was clear, but I think it was. I don't know why I would have stepped out into the road otherwise. I remember walking, then something bright caught my eye. I looked to my left, and saw it was the sun glaring back at me, reflected off the windshield of the truck. I never saw the driver's face, I barely heard the blaring horn and squealing brakes. That's where my memory ends, and I suppose I'm fortunate I wasn't there for the pain. My memory picks up somewhere else.

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The first thing I felt was cold, like really cold. I felt open air on every inch of me, and cold metal all along my back. Normally, that should have woken me right up, but it felt like my consciousness was rising up through muck. I had to fight to feel the discomfort, and fight harder to get any more of my senses. Smell came next, roses and lavender, both smells I could rarely notice before, further confusing me. I tried to move, tried to open my eyes, but my body wouldn't respond not at first. Dimly, I picked up light through my eyelids, pink and soft. Wherever I was, was lit. My arms and legs returned to me, but something was wrong. They felt weaker somehow, and more, when I did finally get them to move, something held them in place. Finally, the panic rose through the haze enough to drag me fully into the present.

My eyes shot open, and I was blinded for a few seconds. A pair of harsh lights shone down on me, each on a tall pole-stand, kind of like the ones photographers use, but much brighter. The rest of the room was either dark, or too dim to see through the glare. I saw my body before me, and really started to freak. My chest had changed, at first I thought they were tumors, but as I struggled, and they jiggled, I realized what they were. I had breasts, a respectable pair of D-cups by the looks of it. I looked to my arms, to see why they couldn't move, and saw the metal table, and my wrists bound with thick leather belts to it. My arms were wrong too, thinner, my hands smaller. I realized why I felt weak, I had lost a lot of muscle.

I couldn't see my legs, but trying to move them, I found similar resistance, and assumed they were in the same predicament. I looked up, and saw the final confusing detail, a tall silver pole, topped with coiling hooks. From it hung an IV bag, with the tube dangling down into my arm at the inside of my elbow. It looked empty now, hanging shriveled and flat. The tube was slowly filling with blood where it met my arm, meaning the downward flow had ceased. I strained my eyes, still bleary, to see what had been pumped into my body, but the label on it was facing away from me. The realization sank in, that I was helpless, restrained, in a place I didn't know, full of drugs I couldn't comprehend, and changed beyond recognition. I wanted to scream, wanted to cry, but all I could do was whimper. My lips wouldn't work right, my voice felt tiny and weak. Still, something answered my call, but not how I would have thought. I heard a door open

“Really, you couldn't let me get a nap in before you woke up?"

Her first words to me, I think set the tone for our relationship going forward, not that I knew it then. Her voice was thick with fatigue, and hard to place in age. I knew it was a woman, but I could not picture the face it belonged to. Her shadow appeared, silhouetted behind the light. All I could tell was she seemed to be wearing a hat of some kind. There was a click, then a bank of lights flashed on overhead, laying bare the rest of the room. I got my first look at her then, and for a moment, all my fear was gone. What replaced it was confusion.

She stood at almost six feet tall by my estimate, but what stuck out to me first was her hair, and that hat. A stocking cap, with a comically large brim adorned her head, not so much a pointed hat as a floppy one. She had a thick head of straight, dark-red hair, that went down her back, ending somewhere near her hips. She looked down at me with tired blue eyes, with deep shadows set beneath them. Her eyebrows were brown, I assumed her natural hair color, and furrowed together. Her thin lips almost formed a scowl, but something kept them from turning fully down. Around her long thin neck hung a sleep mask, pink with two cartoon eyes on the front, one winking. She was wearing an oversized t-shirt that read “Glacier National park" on the front, yet it still seemed to struggle to contain her bust. It's neck hung to one side, exposing her pale shoulder. Her arms were crossed under her chest, pressing her boobs up in a way that wasn't meant to be sexual, but still called the eye to it. Below that were a pair of gray sweat pants, through which I could see the curves of her hips and little else. She waved a finger as she strode over, and I saw a metal disk float through the doorway behind her. It came to a rest behind her, and she sat on it next to my chest.

I said nothing, and she did the same for a few minutes as she looked me over. Her eyes investigated my body with a thoroughness that implied interest, attraction even, but her occasional nods and grunts to herself spoke to a different reason. Despite myself, and further increasing the growing dread in my stomach, something happened to my breasts. Initially, I didn't understand the sensation, until I saw my now hard nipples peeking over the curve of my breasts.

She took notice immediately, and nodded appreciatively. “Well, the girls work at least. I was wondering how far you took it." she said, almost absently.

I finally found my voice. “Excuse me, what the fuck?" I asked, with about as much grace as the truck that hit me. My voice felt wrong, familiar, but much higher that I was used to.

“Let's start with what you remember," she said.

“What?"

She sighed. “You can form words, you can think. Come one."

I don't know why, but she intimidated me. It felt like a transgression to upset her, not like she would hurt me, but like I was failing her. I had to remind myself I didn't know her, had to remind myself where I was and what had happened. It was that last part that sharpened my thoughts, returned some of the memory. “I was going to class?"

“Ooh, warmer."

“I…" I trailed off. My brain hadn't retrieved the important parts yet. She let me struggle for a few minutes before speaking.

“You took a truck to the face," she said, as if it were the weather, “Real ugly, pieces everywhere."

I blinked. “I… What?" I repeated, but the memory followed. Not the details, but the lead up at least. I knew she wasn't lying at least. That still answered none of my questions. “Who are you, where am I?" I finally asked, my thoughts catching up with me, “What happened to my b-" something slapped me in the mouth, sealing it shut. I blinked, and struggled to yell, but my lips wouldn't move. Probing with my tongue, I realized they were gone. My mouth no longer had an exit, just a wall of flesh past my teeth.

The woman let out a long yawn, then leaned back in her floating chair. A clip board appeared in her hands, as well as a pen. I swore she had entered with empty hands, and no way did those pants have pockets. I wondered if they were under the table or hanging from it. I stared up at her, half in defiance, half in fear, unable to do much else.

“We'll get you sorted out in a minute dear, I need to finish my work first," she said dismissively, not even looking at me anymore. Suddenly a coffee mug that read “That Bitch" on it was in her hand. I wondered if I was going crazy as she took a long sip from it, then the smell of tea hit me. It definitely hadn't been in here with me already, and she definitely hadn't brought it with her. I blinked, and it was gone as quickly as it appeared.

She nodded, then stood up suddenly. “Apologies in advance, this is gonna get personal," she said. With no idea what she meant, I braced for the worst. Her hand fell on my groin, and a bewildering sequence of sensations struck me. First was lack, her hand lay flat on my groin, as in nothing stood out. Let me tell you, there is no anxiety quite like the moment you realize your penis is missing. I couldn't see past my new breasts, Hadn't even thought to check. I got maybe three seconds to process this before a new sensation hit me: inside. Her fingers slipped inside my groin, and a chill spread through my hips. My first thought was she'd stabbed me, and the pain was about to hit, then I realized the truth. There were only so many holes down there to begin with, and it was clear I had one more now. I could feel her fingers inside me, moving around experimentally. It was intense, but it wasn't pleasure. The sensation was too alien to enjoy. She nodded once more and took her fingers out.

“Well, I officially pronounce you Girl," she said casually, “Congratulations. Dunno how far the changes extend inside you without opening you up though."

She looked over to me expectantly, waiting for a response. A few seconds passed, then she got an “oh" face and flicked her finger through the air. Suddenly, my lips were back, and I had my voice again. She had fucking forgot she sealed my lips.

“I'm sorry, what the fuck?" I asked, now fully panicked.

“You're awfully lively for someone coming off anesthetics"

“Why am I a girl? What the fuck happened!"

A smile came across her face, and she beamed with pride. “Ah yes, well. You were real fucked up, like dental records to identify fucked. You hit the ground, and then went under the tires. Basically smeared you across the road. The surgeons tried their best, but all the king's horses and all the king's men. Funny, that phrase never mentions the women… Anyway, I watched it happen, not my usual Tuesday morning routine, but certainly shook things up. I knew right away you were fucked, but was curious how bad."

I stared up at her as she babbled, my brain too fried to interject or stop her.

“So they get you stable, but you look like a turducken. Worse, it sounded like they weren't sure you'd ever come back, no brain activity and all that. Now me, I take that as a challenge. Not my first time yoinking a soul back, after all. So I take over, you're pronounced dead but the coroner kicks your body my way. Surgeons are wonderful, but nothing beats a polymorphist in the meat department," she paused, seeing the glaze over my eyes.

“P-polymorphist?" I asked, barely getting the word to form in my mouth.

She scoffed. “I'm a Witch, darling, wasn't that obvious?"

I could only stare at her, I mean it's obvious in hindsight, but let me ask you how many times you'd have to watch her casually break reality before you started to suspect? You'd think you were going crazy first. I suppose I did. She smiled, accepting my silence as a response.

“Anyway, this is my talent, so I get to work fixing you up. The funniest thing happened though, first you were extremely plastic, like your body was made for this magic. No biggie, makes my life easier, but the magic kept going wild. Like I'd get your legs right, then they'd do whatever they wanted. I was surprised at first, then I thought what the hell? I started just plugging raw magic into you, just to see what your body would do with it, it seemed to have a plan and I was curious. Lo and behold: Woman."

I blinked up at her. “Wait, you're saying I did this?"

“Damn straight mister, or sister. I never asked your pronouns, sorry," she paused, then shock crossed her face. “Oh my god, I never introduced myself. I'm so sorry, I go by Lady Rya. You're Luke, I think, from your medical record, but I don't trust legal names in cases like this."

“No, I'm Luke," I insisted. “Can you turn me back?"

Lady Rya looked genuinely surprised. “I mean, yeah. I'm good at what I do, but I don't think you understand what I just said. You did this with my magic. I can change you back, but you'll just twist it."

I let my head fall back as I processed the news. I didn't know what to think. I tried to picture my life in this new body, and my brain just refused. I tried to think of classes, of my family, of my friends, but I just couldn't. Those were all things that belonged to Luke, and this was no longer Luke's body.

“Oh dear," Lady Rya said, softly. “Look, you've got a clean bill of health from me at least, so as long as you can walk you're free to go. You'll have to retake the semester for sure though."

“Wait, how long have I been out?"

“Two months."

The shock hit me fully, and my vision began to swim. My breath grew quick and shallow, and I felt myself drift away from my body.

“Woah, woah, woah," Lady Rya said, concerned. A fan appeared in her hand, and she waggled it at me, cooling my face somewhat. “Breathe deep, focus on the light. Easy, easy."

I did manage to calm somewhat after a minute, enough to see straight at least. I took a little comfort in that she seemed at least a little weirded out by the situation as well. “I can leave whenever, but you said I was legally dead?" I finally managed once I had my wind back.

“A clerical error, surely," Lady Rya assured, “Very embarrassing for the hospital staff, but I'm sure your family will be happy to hear you woke up safe and sound. Dunno how to spin the tits though."

I looked down at them, gently sloping to either side of my chest. “Yeah… That's gonna be a problem…"

“A big problem," Lady Rya said, despite herself, then “Sorry, sorry. You grew some big knockers though."

I didn't know whether to take that as a compliment or not, but it made me feel some kind of way. Something like pride filled me, but it was too quashed by anxiety to enjoy. “I don't know how I would tell my family, or what they would even think…"

Lady Rya nodded somberly, but something lingered on her lips. Some soft hint at a smile. “Oooor…" she said cautiously, “There's another option."

I looked at her, not understanding.

“I'm in the market for a familiar, as it happens," she said, “It's not an easy job, and would be basically starting your life over. Couldn't visit your family for long either because of how it works. You would, however, be able to have your old body back."

“I… what? How?"

“A familiar's life is bound to their master, their wills are one. You are already plastic when it comes to Polymorphing, but if you're synchronized with my magic as well, I'd basically have total control over your body, default state be damned."

“When you say default state…"

Lady Rya sighed. “Look, I don't know your situation, but usually bodies don't do this unless they know what they want. And even then, they don't fight this hard."

I tried to respond, to deny it, to say something. I was Luke, wasn't I? This didn't make any sense, but the more I tried to find arguments, to justify myself, I came up blank. Worse, a sinking feeling came to me, something like gravity pulling my thoughts down towards a different conclusion. What if she was right?

I had never thought about being a girl before, it had never occurred to me. Why would I? I was Luke after all, I was established. But something didn't add up. I had been shocked at the sight of my new tits, but was that fear or disgust? Something told me it was neither. I was afraid, but more of the restraints, and the IV in my arm. More than anything I wanted answers, but that wasn't the same thing as wanting to go back. Still my options were laid before me, equally grim in my mind. Go back to my life, and restart at a disadvantage. Have a female body, and try to explain that to my doctors and family and friends while still trying to be Luke. I supposed I could get surgery, I doubted my body would bounce back from that like it had here, but that was risky. The other option though…

Give up my life, start something new. I get to keep my body if I want it, but interaction with my old life, as the old Luke would be limited. It sounded like I couldn't go far from this witch if I accepted her terms, I understood that much, if not the consequences. That also meant working with her though, and she had not done a lot to instill confidence in her so far. There was also the matter of language. She would be my master, I would be bound to her will. It sounded like the option with the most freedom, also had a severe lack of it. So there it was, my options were Reset, or Default.

I looked up at her, hoping for something, anything in those eyes to help me. I found pity, worry, but nothing pushed me either way. She understood the position I was in, the pain I was facing, and she felt awful even if she deflected with her words. I felt a strange kind of empathy for her then, feeling the pity through her in a way. It was humanizing, and I understood that as strange as she was, she was trying to do right. That realization was the nail in the coffin though. If she was trying to do right, then these options really were the best I had.

I thought about school, about the major I hadn't decided on yet, about the three more years of it for a career I had no image of. I thought about that life of uncertainty, of feeling lost and alone and just… Wrong in my body, in my identity, just fundamentally incorrect. The choice was clear, even if it scared me.

“What… does being a familiar entail?" I asked quietly.

Lady Rya smiled gently. “Normally it means overwriting the subject's identity with one more suited to the job, one servile and proactive, buuuut… That's honestly boring. I do things differently. You'd answer to me ultimately, that's unfortunately how these things work, but you'd still be you. You'd just be bound to me, an extension of my magics that I could manipulate freely. It's not without perks either, I can give you any body, but I can also stop you from aging. You wouldn't be able to survive for very long if we get separated though, meaning you'll need to live here."

I didn't like how normal this all felt, how readily I accepted this new reality of magic and servants and pacts. Maybe I thought I had hit my head, or I was dreaming, but I know the truth now. I wanted this, as crazy as it all was. After a life of pretense, and aimlessly disappointment, this felt real in a way nothing else had before. “Where is here, exactly?"

“You know the deli on 5th and maple?"

I nodded hesitantly.

“We're in back."

I stared at her hard for a few minutes. I knew the deli, you could see the back door from the lobby, I remember very vividly seeing the dumpster through the window in that door while inside. “There's no back to that store, I've seen the back door."

“Oh no, we're in the other back door."

“Other?"

“There's two. One goes in, one goes here. They're right next to each other if you approach from the back, I'm surprised you missed it."

I faltered, not sure how to respond. I let it go. “Does it hurt?"

Lady Rya's smile faded. “It does, but not for long. It's like getting a tattoo."

I thought hard, mostly wondering why I was hesitating. I suppose the last vestiges of common sense, I was still strapped to a table after all. It didn't hold long though. “Okay."

“Okay?"

“I'll do it, it's the only way to have my real body after all," I said, and immediately felt bad. It felt like lying, like an excuse to deflect. She must have seen something in my eyes, because she hesitated.

“We'll let's get you sat up then," she said reluctantly. She snapped a finger, and suddenly I could move my arms. The belts didn't withdraw, they were just gone. Hesitantly, I swung my legs over the edge and turned as I rose to face her. Their weight was much different now, collected in different areas. I had lost a lot of height it seemed, as even propped up on the table, my eyes still only barely came out over hers. We shared a look, and then I took the first good survey of this body. It was almost uncomfortably how sexy I looked, and that thought came with no small amount of shame. I was just shy of voluptuous, with all my weight packed in my chest and thighs. I wasn't skinny in the middle, but compared to those two I looked that way. Lady Rya smiled up at me.

“I have to place a mark on you, you need to tell me where though," she said.

My first thought was my chest, which I immediately shot down. My second thought was my ass, which I also shot down. I was uncomfortable with how sexually I considered myself, it felt sudden, unearned. I took a deep breath to cool my head. I decided on a middle ground, unable to resist my urges fully. “My stomach."

Lady Ryan nodded and gently placed a hand on my navel. “Here?" she asked.

“Lower," the words escaped my mouth before I could stop them.

Lady Rya's hand drifted lower, where my happy trail used to be. My groin tingled with some kind of anticipation from her hand that close. A smirk came to her face, amusement, and something more, something that tickled the primal part of my brain, exciting me in a way I didn't know was possible. In that moment I knew. I had bitten off more than I could hope to chew, I was in far over my head with no lifeline, that smirk was my doom, but I wanted nothing else in the world. This was where I was meant to be.

“Remember, this hurts," she said, and pressed her hand inside me. My skin gave way like water, bloodlessly allowing her inside me up to her wrist. I felt warmth first, then like I was struck with hot iron. I screamed, hearing my voice fully for the first time, high and girly in a way that gave me goosebumps. The witch withdrew her hand, and shook smoke from her fingers. I looked down, and saw the mark. A dark red tattoo, a cluster of symbols in the shape of a heart. I looked over to her, not feeling anything different.

"That's it?" I asked, a little disappointed. My nerves still ached from the shock of it, but the pain was over. Tentatively, I ran my fingers over the mark, feeling no difference.

"Yeah," she said, "some witches spend days, even months sculpting their perfect servant. I don't bother with half that shit to be honest, all I need is the link."

I met her eyes, sensing something different. She wasn't lying, but she wasn't telling the full truth either. This wasn't a gut feeling either, this was just feeling. I knew this intrinsically with an uncomfortable certainty. Lady Rya smiled, and I knew she was satisfied in the same way.

"So," she said, changing the subject, "your body. Any specific requests? Extra limbs, bigger parts, taller, stronger?"

"Uh… same?" I said, unsure.

She scowled. "Really, there's nothing about your body you'd change?"

That was a question I'd never let myself consider. It seemed pointless in a way before, and having the option now didn't assuage that anxiety. I shook my head, probably too vigorously. She hesitated, then shrugged

"All right," Lady Rya said, and rose. "Just a heads-up, this is gonna be very hands on. Anything your body does is perfectly normal, I assure you, and nothing I haven't seen before."

I nodded again, realizing I should heed her warning more, but just wanting to be over it. I wanted out of this body, out of this room, back to normal, or as normal as I was allowed. She lingered a moment, then put her hands on me.

I felt warmth flowing from her fingers, penetrating deep into my skin and muscle. She pulled on my shoulders, and they moved like clay beneath her finger. She stretched them out broad to where I remembered them, then did the same to my arms. After that, she rubbed my arms, coaxing some growth from them with her magic. It was an intense sensation, to feel your muscles growing in real time, and it wasn't entirely unpleasant. It only took her a few minutes to finish, then she moved on to my face.

She squished my cheeks like a balloon, and I winced as my bones shifted ever so slightly. She pulled my jaw just a bit wider with her fingers, sinking them into my skin like she had before. She stepped back to assess her work, then nodded and put her hand on my breasts. My breath caught in my throat as a new excitement struck me. Warmth flowing from her hands, soaking my chest, and slowly the mounds deflated. My nipples s shrank, grew darker, and hardened as she pressed them flat against my ribs. She adjusted the bones there slightly, before moving on lower.

She rubbed my thighs and calves into shape first, leaving my ass strangely bloated by itself. It was uncomfortable to sit while she worked. Without ceremony, she reached into my groin, right below the mark she's given me. I gasped, and my whole body lit up. My nethers tingled and ached in a way that became impossible to ignore. They wanted her touch, wanted her inside, and not in the way she was currently. I felt her grab my pelvic bone, and had a surreal moment wondering if this should hurt or not. She gave it a yank with grunt, and it tilted forward with a pop, like cracking a joint. I hadn't realized how curved my back was until it straightened out, giving me just a bit more height. She kept her hand inside me, and dragged it lower.

I let out a gasp, then bit my tongue through a groan. The warmth from her hand was overpowering, driving that ache from before into a need, turning cinders to flame. I tried to catch her, to let her know, warn her, or stop her. I didn't know what I wanted, and what I saw didn't help. Her eyes were laser focused on her business, she was gone to the world. I couldn't reach her, but in a way it was freeing. It meant this feeling wouldn't interrupt her, wouldn't stop her, I could have it. I allowed myself that small indulgence, and closed my eyes.

I felt the pleasure washing through me, catching and pooling inside my groin, but it was moving, changing. It became less deep, but more pressing. I wanted it back, wanted to feel the full force of it again, but this new need overrode my thoughts. The pleasure moved outside my body, extending beyond my groin, and I felt the usual sensations again. Stiff cock, tight balls, and way way too close to the edge. I let out a cry, my male voice shocking me out of my trance. I struggled to control myself, tried to withstand the sensations.

My eyes flicked open to see Lady Rya looking up at me. I expected her to have some kind of expression, some reaction, but there was nothing. It took me off guard, and in that moment it overwhelmed me. I came without ceremony, blasting the front of her shirt with the largest load of cum I'd ever made. I gasped, overwhelmed by the pleasure at first, then slammed my hands over my throbbing cock to keep from painting her any more than I had already. My hands were instantly soaked with warm stickiness as the shame washed over me.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck I'm so sorry!" I said, completely mortified.

She patted me on the thigh, almost patronizingly. "Seen it all," she said plainly. She rose and made for the door. "You coming, or do you want to stay naked?"

I stared up at her, now mad. I deserved to have my shame at least, I'd just humiliated myself in front of her and she seemed to barely notice. I opened my mouth to say something, but realized after a few stuttering seconds I had nothing. She was right, I didn't want to stay naked. I rose, and dubiously, I followed her out through the door.

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My room was larger than my apartment, and better furnished too. The only downside was that furnishing. Pinks and reds in the gaudiest patterns adorned the bed and wall, and the carpet was something else. Ostensibly, it was shag rug, but it wasn't that simple. It was heated from below, and its threads reached up to stroke and massage your feet when you stood on it. It took a while to get used to that, I was ticklish to begin with. My wardrobe had to be changed out, Lady Rya had bought a lot of clothes for me, assuming I'd keep the female body, really nice clothes too. She looked miserable to toss it all, but she never voiced those thoughts. She asked me what I wanted to wear instead, and I asked for just plain tees and jeans. It was a deflection, and she seemed to know that. Again, she said nothing, even as my eyes lingered on the pile of girl clothes behind her.

The first morning was rough. I woke up with a shout, realizing that this was still my reality. I didn't exactly hope to wake up in my old life, but it was still jarring. More upsettingly, I awoke with breasts again, though nothing else had changed. I stormed into the hall, looking for Lady Rya, and found her in a room that ostensibly looked like an office. It had a desk, and bookshelves, but three dildos sat on it, acting as paper weights. She looked up at me over a pair of bifocals as I entered, a stack of papers in her hands. She had her hair tied back, and wore a plush turtleneck sweater.

“You're up late," she said as I floundered to process what I was seeing. My eyes kept dipping to the dicks on the desk, but she didn't acknowledge that. I couldn't decide if it was a joke, or if she was really that shameless. Finally I got some words in my mouth, and spat them out.

“Breasts!"

She blinked, then gasped. “Oh shit, you're right, I'm sorry."

“Why breasts!?"

She scowled as she rose and stepped over. “I'm sorry, you're hooked into my magic at all times now, I must have slipped up without noticing. Casually, she put her hands on my boobs and pushed them flat. My back creaked with relief as the weight disappeared, but it did little for the red on my face. I sighed, but something still felt wrong.

“Thanks," I managed to say, unable to sort my feelings any further.

Lady Rya smiled, “So, do you want to get to work today?" she asked, changing the subject.

“Work?"

“I have a few potions on order I need to brew, I figured you could sit in, since you'll be handling a lot of this stuff."

I blinked, “Wait, like magic potions?"

“Yeah, what other kind are there?"

“I mean, I… I can't use magic, I've never used it I mean."

“You ever bake cookies before?"

“Yes?"

Lady Rya grinned and took my hand, “Then you can handle potions, come on!"

She dragged me into the hall and then into the den. I had only seen it briefly the night before, on my way to bed. It was wide and round, with a lowered middle where some circular couches sat around a round glass table covered in magazines. Two more halls broke off from the room, and one entire wall had a counter mounted on it. Dozens of metal instruments, vials, bottles, and flasks crowded its surface, and milk crates full of glass jars filled the space below. She took me to the counter, and let go of my hand.

“Witches like me don't need anything big for a lab," she said, seemingly unaware of how much space the counter actually took up. I worried what the others must look like. “You've probably seen a bunch of these already, bunsen burners, erlenmeyer flasks, the works." She knelt down and pulled one of the milk crates out. The jars inside clinked, and I saw each labeled with sharpie, their contents seemingly random. “This is where you'll get caught up, ingredients are everything, after execution." She grabbed a couple jars, and set them on the counter above.

“You say potions, but like, what kind?"

“Weight loss or gain are popular, if boring," she said, and flicked a flame from her finger into a burner as she turned on the gas. She set a flask, already filled with water, on a stand above it. “Today though, is tattoo removal."

“They make a potion for that?"

“We make a potion for that. Also sex aides, sleep aids, the works."

I blinked, taking a moment to process, “Wait, sex aids?" I asked.

Lady Rya nodded without looking up. She opened each jar, and scooped some powder from each into the water as it began to boil. “I'm a Polymorphist second, but a Carnal Witch first."

“Carnal!?"

“What are you a prude? Yes Carnal, it's an important school!"

I won't lie, in that moment I regretted everything, even as I was intrigued. “So the dildos-"

“Yes they're for work, diagnostic tools, now pay attention," she said impatiently. “Bone dust and sphynx musk in equal parts form the base, then a bit of Dollwort, and boil it down."

The powers danced together as they floated down through the water. Lady Ryad pulled a wooden spoon from the mess, and stirred the mix, swiftly turning it purple. She pulled another jar from below, and sprinkled a pinch of powder into the brew, darkening it. Finally, she cranked the burner on high, and turned around, leaning on the counter.

"Easy peasy," she said, and smiled. I couldn't deny it was simple, even as I struggled to wrap my head around it. The why and how were still beyond me, but I could handle the steps. She had me take over, for the next few, and it felt surprisingly good. I started to see the pattern in the chaos of her workspace, even if it did take me minutes to find a tool for the first time. Just like with her, any thing I added to a brew seemed infused with some kind of energy, I liked to think I could feel it flowing from my hands as I worked. Several hours went by in a flash, and she surprised me when she said we were done. I blinked looking up at her. The clock on the wall told me it was dinner time already.

“That went fast," I said, a bit stupidly. She smiled, but didn't tease me.

“You're a natural."

I smiled despite myself. This was what I felt missing in class, not just being good at something, but hands on tangible results, even if the strange mixes we bottled up remained a mystery to me. Lady Rya ordered pizza for us for dinner, and for a few minutes it almost felt normal. I sat on the couch across from Lady Rya, with my back to the lab. I could see the door, and nothing else that wasn't mundane. The branded pizza boxes were a kind of anchor for me, tethering the strangeness to my known reality. This was still a world with mediocre pizza that came in a car. That was a comforting thought.

Lady Rya looked almost normal, shoving pizza into her mouth two slices at a time. She folded them over each other like a child, it was kind of endearing in a way. I drank cola from a bottle, and tasted pepperoni for what felt like the first time in months, probably because it was. I felt at peace, realizing how easy this whole magic thing might be. I could treat it like one of my college classes, a subject I knew broad strokes about going in, and would slowly start to make sense as it was drip fed to me. Just as I was starting to feel comfort, just as I was starting to feel normal, Lady Rya opened her mouth again.

“So can we talk about your breasts?"

I paused, slice of pizza halfway to my mouth, and set it down. I knew it was too good to be true. I suspected then, that Lady Rya thrived on discomfort, on making things awkward and more difficult. I wasn't entirely wrong, but then again I wasn't right either.

“Like, the size of them, or?" I asked, trying to be funny, trying to deflect. I was bad at it.

“I was gonna start with why?"

I sighed, realizing that I was going to have to have this conversation. “I don't really know," I said, as a final pitiful act of deflection. Lady Rya scowled.

“You're a part of me now, Luke, I can tell when you're lying."

I looked down, not really defeated, but accepting my fate. It was hard to voice these thoughts, but to Lady Rya? Something about her was reassuring. Maybe she wouldn't understand, but I knew at the very least she wouldn't judge me. “I… You ever think about what it'd be like to be someone else?" I asked.

Lady Rya took a sip of soda, then nodded. “I get that question a lot in my line of work, it's more normal than you'd think."

I nodded, feeling slightly more confident. “I've always felt like I was a character, like I was playing someone else in my own life. I thought college would make things better, get away from all the other players, and get a chance to start over as someone else but… It made everything worse. I didn't know who I was, and the longer I went, the more I realized I would have to go back, go back to playing Luke no matter who I decided to be here."

“But boobs."

“I'm getting there, just…," I said, then sighed. “I like to imagine myself as other people sometimes. At first it was just men, then I started doing women too. Then I was doing only women. It felt… I don't know, more real? Like, it felt like women, like being a woman, I didn't have this constant facade to put up. Like I could just be. But it was just fantasy, I'm still me, and I still need to figure out who I am."

Lady Rya let out a long, frustrated sigh, and pinched the bridge of her nose. “Alright, let me ask you this then. You ever tried on a bra?"

“What? No, I'm a guy!"

“Ignore that thought, think about wearing a bra for me. Tell me how it feels."

I hesitated, but obliged. I tried to think of it, of feeling the straps over my shoulders, of feeling the fabric against my chest, cupping it all throughout the day. My face went beet red. “Yeah, no, not for me," I said. I didn't know if it was honest, but the feeling was strong enough to scare me.

Lady Rya rose, and set her plate down on the table. She stepped over to me, and held out her hand. “Come on, we're gonna try something."

I took it, reluctantly. I was afraid, I knew taking that hand meant charging head first into that terror, but something in Lady Rya's eyes calmed me. It wasn't exactly warmth, and wasn't exactly courage. It was a quiet, patient determination. She knew she could help me, and she was going to. It didn't matter that I didn't know what helping meant, but in that moment I trusted her completely.

She pulled me from the sofa, and into the back hall. We took a sharp turn into the room across from her office, the same room I had awoken in. The table was gone, in fact there was no furniture. A floor to ceiling mirror took up one wall, and some boxes were stacked in the corner. I saw some of them held the clothes Lady Rya had bought for me before. She didn't seem to notice, and pulled me up in front of the mirror.

“Allright, let's do a thought experiment," she said. “I'm going to name a body part, and I want you to look at it, and tell me how you feel."

“Oh…kay?"

“Just bear with me," she said, “I promise I'll try to make this fun."

I looked at her a moment longer, trying to read her expression. Reluctantly, I turned to face myself, and immediately felt uncomfortable. Lady Rya seemed to notice this as well, but she didn't mention it right away.

“We'll start easy with your eyes," she said.

I met my green gaze, and largely felt nothing. “Fine. They look fine."

Lady Ryan nodded. “Alright, let's try your nose next."

My eyes slipped slightly lower, and the discomfort started. “I don't know, I guess it's a little big?" I said.

“Not an uncommon complaint," Lady Rya said, “A lot of folks are self conscious about their noses. Tell me about your hair next."

Brown, shaggy, short. Not much to say. I never did anything with it, because nothing ever looked right. “Indifferent?"

“I want to know how you feel, not how you cope.

I sighed. “I can never get it to look good, so I stopped trying," I said.

“The plot thickens," Lady Rya said, “Now tell me about your face."

I scowled. My features were soft enough, that was one of the few things I liked about myself. “Everything above the chin is fine," I said.

“What's wrong with the chin?"

“It sticks way too far out, the corners of my jaw too. Hell even my adam's apple," I said, surprising myself with my own confidence. “I feel like I was built with an angle grinder sometimes."

Lady Rya nodded knowingly. “What about your shoulders?"

I looked lower, no longer afraid, but something else had settled in to replace it. It was depressing to inventory the things I didn't like about my body. “They're a mile wide, makes it really uncomfortable to lay on my side."

“And your hips?"

“What hips?"

“Alright, now here's a difficult one," Lady Rya said, her tone shifting slightly. I wasn't sure how to read it at the time. “How about masturbation?"

I paused, almost answering off the cuff. I held back, biting my tongue. Then a thought struck me. Why? Why hold back now? No one who knew me could ever know, and Lady Rya wouldn't care if I shoved worms in my dick. “I've never liked it, but I can't exactly stop either. If I try to stop, I start getting really uncomfortable wet dreams, so I do it like once a day to keep it in check. Like brushing my teeth."

Lady Rya hesitated. “Luke, it sounds like you really aren't happy with your body," she said, almost sadly.

I looked over to her, and felt my heart break. She looked sad for me. Was I really that pathetic? “I mean, that's not uncommon either. A lot of people aren't happy with their bodies, aren't they?"

Lady Rya shook her head reluctantly. “Yes, but not usually like this," she said, “people usually don't like their muscles, or fat, or skin, stuff they can change. This kind of fundamental unease… It's something else."

I dragged my eyes back to my reflection, feeling even worse. I suppose I always knew I was broken. It made sense why I never felt like I fit in anywhere, like I was always pretending to be a person.

“Luke," Lady Rya said softly, “Can I try one more thing?"

I looked down, unable to bear whatever pathetic look she had for me now. “Yeah, sure, I guess."

“You said you're always pretending to be Luke, so what if you took a break from the role?"

“How?"

“You could play someone else while you figure the rest out."

I hesitated, knowing on some level what she was suggesting. My gut screamed no, that this was wrong, but I was just tired. I was too depressed to care. I nodded silently. Lady Rya waved her finger, and something fizzled inside me.

The change was rapid, but not nearly as overwhelming as the previous time. My height went first, the whole world seemed to grow around me. Then my hips, and thighs ballooned out, followed by my chest. The shifting didn't hurt, in fact it barely tingled. I wrinkled my nose as my face rearranged itself. My boxers twitched and shuffled as my male bits were reeled inside and repurposed. I watched my feet shrink in my shoes, and then my body settled. It hadn't felt like a great shifting, but more like a deflating balloon, like my body was reverting to a more natural state. I raised my eyes, and saw her. The fear was gone now, and I could actually appraise her looks.

Barely over five feet, with flowing straight hair. The hair was darker, but her eyes were still green, her nose small and delicate. I had seen the term short-stack around before, and she almost qualified. Her bust was respectably full, but she was definitely more bottom heavy than anything else. Luke's clothes clung to her awkwardly, making him feel more like a costume than ever before. I met her gaze, and didn't hate it. In fact, It felt quite natural to me. I wouldn't have called it good, not at the time, but I'd be lying if I said it wasn't an improvement.

Lady Rya broke the silence after some time. “If it's okay with you, we can call this character 'Luca', to keep it easy. We can switch back any time you want."

I met Luca's eyes, wondering if they could be my own. It didn't take much thought, that too felt natural. They were my eyes after all. I nodded silently.

“Now the awkward part," Lady Rya said.

I looked up at her. “The rest wasn't awkward?

“Well, seeing as I'm a Carnal Witch, no. That being the case, I need to ask if you wanted to try any of your new bits out. They don't exactly come with instructions."

I blinked at her, realizing what it was she was offering. My gut check was no, but I was learning to ignore that. I was curious, I couldn't deny that. I looked Lady Rya over, and thinking of it now, she wasn't unattractive. I'd even say she looked sexy, in her own nerdy way. “I… Sure?"

“Sure, or yes?" she asked, “I need clear consent here."

“Yes," I said, sounding more certain. Even so, my breath began to hitch. My chest felt light, and my stomach flooded with butterflies, trying to imagine what would come next, what she would do to me. Lady Rya stepped close, and I could smell the shampoo off her hair. Some kind of berry mixture, sweet and inviting. My head felt fuzzy. She raised her hands, and I froze, every nerve on my body lighting up.

“Lesson one, your penis is gone. Your whole body is your instrument now," she said, and stepped behind me. Her hands fell on my arms, feeling soft and warm. She slowly rubbed my arms all the way up to my shoulders and back down to my wrists. “You're gonna have to listen to your body much closer now, hear what it's asking for. It won't have simple answers a lot of the time, but you'll get the hang of it."

It felt like the warmth from her hand was seeping into my skin, I wondered briefly if she was using magic again, but her voice snapped me to attention.

“Eyes on you, watch my hands and remember how they feel," she said sternly. I obliged, feeling my heart flutter at her tone. Something about it excited me, made me want to obey. I met my gaze, then lowered it to her hands. They moved to my belly, and the warmth magnified.

“Your lady bits are fun, but they're usually not going to be enough on their own," she continued, sweeping her hands up to my bust. I gasped as her palms cupped my breasts, and slid up over my nipples. Immediately, they stood at attention, as if reaching out for her. My head felt light and fuzzy. Slowly, she massaged my breasts, kneading them each in turn. My stomach tingled, and my knees started to feel weak.

“Here," she said, and pulled her hands back. “Kneel down and spread your legs a bit." She placed her hands on my shoulders, and gently pushed me down. I complied, feeling much more stable on the floor, though my chest ached in a way, feeling bare without her hands. She knelt down behind me, with her thighs to either side of me, and wrapped her arms around me again. I felt her breath against my neck, and shivered at the warmth. I looked down at my knees, feeling dizzy. “Eye's up," she said again, and I snapped my gaze back to the mirror. I saw her face hovering over my shoulder, a sly smirk on her lips. She was enjoying this. I looked small in her arms, and that too felt right to me. I didn't have long to savor the thought before she moved again.

She grabbed my shirt, bunching it up in her hand. I wondered briefly what she was doing, then she gave it a tug. The fabric vanished into thin air, and my boobs jiggled free in the open air. Her hands were on them in a flash, kneading them like dough. I realized how heavy I was breathing as a fire kindled in my chest and began to spread. She dipped one hand down to my waist band, gripping both my jeans and boxers. My breath caught, realizing what came next, and for a moment I didn't know if I was afraid or excited. She yanked those into the aether as well, leaving me fully naked, sans socks and shoes. My legs and groin seemed to glow, and I realized it was because of the lack of hair, or near lack of it. A small bush of fine hair sat above my new pussy, but even so everything just looked so smooth in a way I didn't know I had wanted. I heard her own breath picking up as she slid one hand down my stomach, oh so slowly.

“You can get a lot done with everything else, but eventually you'll need to give her some attention too," she said, her voice low and rumbling. “You can jump right into it, but the best ones come from taking care of everything."

Her fingers slid over my pussy, and I froze. It wasn't like before, this time there was more than just a spark. Fire burned, making my whole groin tingle. It was overwhelming in a way I'd never felt before. With a penis, it was direct, focused, all the pleasure on one spot, but now, it lit my whole body ablaze. My mind blanked, and a moan escaped my lips as my eyes fluttered shut. Wet warmth pressed into my neck, just barely bringing me back to reality. I dragged my eyes open and back to the mirror to see Lady Rya kissing and sucking on my neck. She met my eyes, and pulled back with a smile.

“Feels good, right?" she said, and I nodded without thinking. Her fingers formed a point and began to circle the top of my pussy, making my thighs shake. “This is your clit, it'll be your most reliable way to get off, but there's other things you can do."

She pulled her hand back, and I let out a groan despite myself. Lady Rya giggled in my ear, and dipped her fingers slightly lower. “You're sopping wet now, we can do more." she said. Her fingers pressed against me, and I felt a kind of pop as they slipped inside. I let out a gasp and clenched my legs as a new sensation rocked me. It wasn't like on the table, it was warm, I could feel every inch of them inside me. Instinctively I clenched, using muscles I'd not had before, and I felt my walls squeeze around them. Lady Rya cooed appreciatively in my ear. “Now there's a good girl, you're a natural," she purred. My hips bucked at her voice on their own, wanting more of her fingers. I bit my lip to stifle another moan, feeling my cheeks flush hot.

Lady Rya slowly and firmly slid more of her fingers inside, and my moan broke free with a gasp. She giggled in my ear, and I felt her fingers curl and hook inside me, towards my front. “Now," she said, very pleased with herself. “This is called a g-spot, you've got to work yourself up to get the most out of it, but the payoff is oh so worth it." Her fingers felt around inside me, experimentally. I tried to keep my hips still, they wanted to press up against her hand, to push more of her inside me. “Oh, there's we go," she said, smiling with her voice. My chest felt tight, I wondered what sensations those fingers would bring next. She pressed up, and lightning struck my middle. She worked her fingers firmly in a small circle against the magic spot, and the feeling intensified. My whole body flushed, another moan broke through my lips, rising to a yell as it overwhelmed me. Heat snaked down my spine, warming my whole body with pops like fireworks. I tried to withstand it, but it was too much. I settled for just trying not to fall over as my arms and legs shook. Lady Rya's strong arm held me upright, pressed against her. What felt like minutes passed before I could finally breathe, and I slumped back against her. She kissed my neck gently, and I felt her breasts pressed against my back. I could feel she was breathing heavily too.

“Last lesson," she said, and my eyes snapped back up to hers. Mischief was in those eyes, and I loved it. “Your body is no longer one and done."

I blinked, opened my mouth to say something, but she began moving her fingers again. The words melted to moans on my tongue, and I slumped back against her. Her fingers worked steadily in and out of me, sometimes dipping up to kiss my G spot, but mostly building speed. She kept her palm against my pelvis, grinding it against my clit as she worked. My body shook, no longer under my control. I was so used to lethargy and fatigue after orgasm, my mind didn't know how to handle the pleasure. Lady Rya worked me to another peak, this time I screamed and clamped my thighs around her hand. For seconds my brain shut down, and my body roiled with pleasure. When I finally came to, Lady Rya's hands were stroking my hair and thighs patiently.

“How was that?" she asked.

I had no words, I simply nodded. She smiled, and kissed my cheek. She wrapped her arms around me, and held me while I caught my breath. For a while, everything was right, everything felt right. Inevitably, it had to come to an end. She rose, and strode over to the boxes in the corner. I looked after her, my eyes sliding over my reflection without discomfort, to see what she was doing. She dug through the clothes, and pulled out a pair of jeans, and a while blouse, then a cream colored set of bra and panties. She strode back over, and offered me her hand. I took it, and let her pull me to my feet.

“I figured these would be a good entry point," she said, “It can feel like a lot right away."

I looked at the clothes, and nodded. It wasn't far off from what I was wearing before, but was unmistakably feminine. Lady Rya gestured for me to raise my arms, and helped me into the bra. It felt strange at first, tight but not comfortable. She let me put on the rest on my own. The panties and blouse were easy, but I stumbled a bit with the jeans. My legs were shaped differently for one, and women's' jeans were contoured for a different body than I was used to, a body I now had, but still needed to get used to. Once clothed, I looked in the mirror again, and saw Luca there. She was young, shapely, a little nervous, but also she looked natural, at home in her body. It felt strange to see her in normal clothes, and I realized that it went far beyond just the sexual. Luca wasn't a body to enjoy, she was a person, she was me. She had normal clothes, and wore them comfortably, and that felt right too, as obvious as it was in hindsight.

I turned to Lady Rya, and she smiled at me. My cheeks warmed, and I let a smile of my own slip free. I tried to think of something to say, but what was there to say after an experience like that? My thoughts were tangled, all crowding to be felt at once, but one floated above the rest, slipping out to surprise us both.

“Thank you," I said, almost absently.

Lady Rya nodded. “There are benefits to living with a Carnal Witch," she said, and grinned. “Not all of them are dirty."

She turned suddenly, and marched out of the room. I blinked, “Wait, where are you-"

“Pizza's getting cold Luca, I'm still hungry," she called over her shoulder, and disappeared into the hall. I faltered, smiling to myself. She was like a child in some ways, but really, I think she was just honest with herself. My stomach growled, and I thought it was time to be honest with myself too. I followed her then. I've followed her since.