"Famoosa... Levina... Famoosa... Levina..." Miles slowly chanted. Molly watched on in pure curiosity, wondering if the natural magic of the family females would already be flowing though him.
Miles focused on the words. Sure, it was likely that this magic thing was bullshit, but what if it wasn't? Miles decided he had nothing to lose. He either would be proven to have true magical powers, or his Mom would be insane and he could probably get her committed. Either way... he'd win out.
"Famoosa... Levina... Famoosa Lavina!" Miles was more confident in the words now. He felt... something new. Something unspeakable pulsing out. Something true. Something More.
Miles watched in absolutely shock as the pencil he was focusing on began to float. Miles had checked the pencil before. There were no strings, no wire, no tricks. That pencil was just a pencil... and now it was floating.
Miles was in such shock that he lost focus on the words and the pencil dropped to the ground.
"No Fucking Way!" Miles exclaimed.
"What did I tell you? You have a magical legacy, Miles. It's finally time to reach your potential." Molly said. This was working out better than she ever could have hoped.
"I gotta try another... Distno Flamorse!" Miles shouted at the pencil, which at his command disintegrated into dust. "Amazing.
Molly watched on as she began to notice Miles's blue shirt becoming a dark black. The black color spread across the shirt, as it tightened to his form. Molly tried to hide the smile as his jeans also darkened to a black color, merging with the dark black shirt. Soon, Miles had a tight black dress, that would soon be perfect for showing off his female form.
Option 1: Molly relates the magical history of the family to Miles. Miles doesn't notice as he gains a more feminine form, as Molly subtly shifts the story to include Miles as a female figure.
Option 2: Miles was to go big, and decides to try transforming a stranger on the street. Molly doesn't stop him, as he gains more female clothing.