Madeline lifted the small wand out of the box and examined it closely. It appeared to be made entirely of metal, tinted a stunning crimson along the majority of its length, and topped on either end with bands of gold. Toward the middle of the staff was inset writing, also in gold. Madeline had absolutely no idea what it said, but the writing seemed vaguely Asian. Indeed, to anyone fluent in the dialects of China, they would have read the inscription as “Golden Banded Staff of The Great Sage Equal to Heaven.”
Madeline was still examining the staff when she absentmindedly ran her fingers over the intricately carved characters, tracing their curved lines. Then suddenly the wand grew red-hot under her palms, causing her to cry out, and the wand to clatter to the floor. “Gah! Fuck!” Madeline hissed, grasping her hand. Her eyes raised slightly as she examined her hand for injury, finding none, despite the intense burning sensation from holding the wand.
Her confusion turned into outright bewilderment as she saw the wand she had dropped had suddenly started to glow with a startling white intensity. It began to shake and spasm wildly as it rose a foot into the air. Less than a split second later the wand spontaneously expanded, missing Madeline’s face by mere inches as it shot forward, now looking more like a staff than a wand.
It was then that Madeline found that the staff seemed to be getting closer, and that she could no longer feel the sturdy boards of the attic floor beneath her. Then it hit her. “EEP!” she shrieked. The staff hadn’t moved, *SHE* had moved. She was floating! She was perfectly eye level with the staff, but before she could utter another noise of terror, The staff shot forth another brilliant light, bathing Madeline in it’s glow. A brilliant surge of energy filled Madeline’s body from the top of her head to the bottom of her feet. If she wasn’t so utterly freaked out by whatever arcane bullshit was happening to her, she might have found it relaxing.
Unfortunately for her, as the power surging through her became stronger, Madeline realized something even more alarming. As the staff’s light ran its course over and through her, the threads of her clothing were becoming undone! Madeline found her entire body paralyzed, her voice unable to cry out or her hands unable to cover herself as her entire outfit began to glow and become unraveled thread by thread From her shirt, to her jeans down to her socks, and to her increasing embarrassment, her undergarments fell away as well, exposing the middle-aged mother’s body. Even after having children Madeline always found time to keep herself in shape, whether it was yoga, jogging or going to the gym, leaving her with a fit figure.
And yet, being stripped nude by a magical staff was not the most bizarre thing that would happen to her. The surge of power that Madeline felt soon turned into an itch in her chest, and she felt a tugging sensation just above her rear. Able to only move her eyes, they widened in shock as she glimpsed her reflection in the mirror.
Fur. Yes, FUR! A coating of chocolate brown fur had begun to spontaneously sprout around Madeline’s bosom, and it was rapidly spreading in both directions, coating her chest, arms, torso and legs. Upwards it began to cover nearly her entire head, save for her face and ears, and leaving her shoulder length blonde hair alone. Madeline’s face crinkled a little as her eyebrows became slightly thicker and the ridge pushed out, and her ears slightly increased in size.
Above her toned rear was an even more outlandish development. What had started as a small discomfort above her butt had become a llump, and now that lump was quickly getting longer and thicker by the second, and was growing the same chocolate brown fur as the rest “I HAVE A FUCKING TAIL!” Madeline mentally screamed. In her panic, her new appendage began to flail wildly.
Then as suddenly as it began, the light faded, and both the staff and Madeline’s changed form slowly floated to the ground, leaving an incredibly bewildered, frightened, and very naked monkey woman staring wide eyed and stock-still at her reflection in the mirror.