Chapter #10Looking professional by: Wolfer   Dinner was tedious as usual. You ate in mostly silence as your parents either praised your younger brother or talked about their day which didn’t interest you. After scarfing down your food, you made an excuse about needing to do some work for school. Once you were safely inside your room and the door was locked, you pulled the mask out of your bag. "I can't fucking believe it! Magic is actually real." you thought as you turned over the mask and looked at the woman's face that was projected inside.
Goosebumps were all over your arms after you opened the book and saw that the next page unglued itself, allowing you to see what to do next. Based on your understanding of your phone’s crude translation, the next spell was meant to finish the mask by sealing it. Like the first spell, the book listed ingredients that you needed followed by instructions and a different sigil. Based on what you translated; it looked like you had everything that you needed already since the spell required the same stuff that went into making the mask. However, you felt a bit annoyed when you read that it had to be burned like when you forged the mask. Your heart sinks as you imagine dealing with the same stink it'll make again.
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Once you double checked and confirmed the book’s instructions, you locked the door to your room; so nobody could interrupt your work. It was early enough in the evening to finish the spell. Unlike when you made the mask, everything was done quicker and more efficiently. Your desk was already in front of your window with an electrical fan to blow out outside as much of the smoke as possible. The new sigil was already on another sheet of paper as you mixed the ingredients into one of your mother’s repurposed salad bowls. The mixture quickly bubbled and popped as that familiar acrid odor filled your room.
Your father tried opening your door before pounding on it. "What the fuck are you doing this late at night Will?” before pausing “Oh, God not again… I don’t care whether or not if it’s for school. You’re not doing any chemistry projects in MY house anymore! Go stink up Caleb’s house next time." He barks before stomping off. He sounded pissed.
After you finished burning the paste in the bowl, you read over the instructions one more time before applying the paste to the inside of the mask with a paintbrush. It dried quickly and the image of the woman’s face inside the mask was still undiminished. According to the book, all you needed to do now was put the mask on and you would wear a copy of that person’s form. You weren’t exactly sure what that meant but you were about to find out very soon.
Once you were satisfied with getting out as much of the odor as you could, you made sure your bedroom door was still locked. It was getting late and the rest of your family was already going to bed; something you probably should be doing too. However, your newly finished mask hadn’t been tested yet and there was no way you’d be able to sleep without trying it. You turned off your lights and climbed onto your bed. Sitting back against the headboard in just your red boxers and white t-shirt as you studied the inside of the mask as one of the streetlights gave off a faint glow through your uncovered window.
You gulped as you mentally prepared yourself to try it on. As soon as you dropped the mask onto your face, it felt like all the oxygen was immediately sucked out of your lungs. For a brief moment you tried sucking for air as hard as you could under the mask as you tried to pull it off, but your arms wouldn’t move. Your chest felt heavy as your eyes felt like they were being pulled out from their sockets. A great weight and pressure wracked your body as your consciousness sunk down into dark nothingness.
Then your mind floated back up to the surface -to reality. Your eyes fluttered open and you saw that your room still looked exactly the same but it if not slightly larger. Something was definitely different as you noticed an odd weight on your chest and hair tickling the back of your ears and neck. You lift your head and peer down to see that your t-shirt now had two mountains poking out. "Breasts! You now had breasts on your chest!" you thought. Immediately you grabbed them but when your hands came into your view, you paused. Even your hands were completely different. They were now pale and had long and slender fingers with short but perfectly shaped nails at their ends. As you grabbed the two large mounds on your chest and gently squeezed, a pair of erect nipples rose up from underneath the fabric of your shirt as a faint wave of pleasure radiated from your chest.
"Oh fuck" you whispered aloud. The squeakier, higher pitched voice that came out of your mouth surprised you as your now smooth and hairless legs inadvertently rubbed against each other. You pulled your hands away from your chest in curiosity and brought them down to greet your thicker, hairless thighs. You lifted one of your legs in the air as you laid back so you could get a better look at it from behind your cleavage. It was hard to decide what fascinated you more; Your long and shapely legs or your giant breasts that couldn’t be contained with your hands?
A realization hit you. There had to be much more that you haven’t seen yet. You needed to find a mirror quick. As you quickly sat up, you felt the strange sensations of having both longer hair hanging off your head and an unfamiliar weight bounce, jiggle and hang off your chest. A soft feminine giggle escaped your lips once your breasts settled down. Once you stood up, it became more noticeable that your boxers felt quite constricting, so you hooked your thumbs and slipped them off you and down to the floor. It was difficult to see down past the large breasts on your chest but you were barely able to catch a glimpse a dark curly bush between your legs where your junk was supposed to be.
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