Looking over the pages that the book was open to, which dwarfed her current body in comparison, Charlotte ended up reading a spell at the top. It was short and easy enough to read, and so she began clumsily pronouncing the words.
“Etta..... matarva..... urvan..... watun..... deda..... tagala...... ta.....”, Charlotte spoke aloud, not fully sure what the spell would do. She was far from a foolish woman, but the adrenaline running through her system coupled with the anxiety the entire situation at hand was causing her, she wasn’t entirely able to think straight. In her eyes, if this spell book had even a one percent chance of improving her and James’s predicaments, it was worth it.
Despite this, she hadn’t thought about the other side of the coin on this: what if the spell she was reciting was something that would backfire on either of them?
Unfortunately, the latter proved to be the case, as James (still upstairs in his birthday suit) began to feel an overwhelmingly odd sensation in his groin. He looked down at his best pal since birth and reacted in pure shock towards it, which was as a result of the spell now.....