The magic worked and wobbled, the malfunctioning device managing to haphazardly spin a reality together. Far from the simple body change John had wanted, the world around him was changing. A timeline leading up to his, or rather, her birth had to be constructed, a lifetime of memories. Born to strict Muslim parents in London, Nasim had been sent to private school. Thus somehow she was clueless about sex, despite John theoretically being able to remember... or could he? And so she'd been oblivious to how beautiful she'd become, a heartbreakingly beautiful oval shaped face with a strong nose and caramel skin, a pair of G cup tits that weren't shameful, she should show them off. Privately educated, she didn't have to wear a niqab, but it was still an all-girls school.
This reality all seemed so normal, so normal that Nasim was wholly dressed before James took a look at himself. He was... he was a schoolgirl! One nearly bursting out of her blouse, the blazer looking like it wouldn't fasten over those big brown tits. Her more appropriately sized bum was squeezed into a plaid skirt and knee-high black socks.
A grey-haired woman stuck her head around the door. She knew this to be her Mum. "Yes, mother?" she found herself saying in a plummy English accent.
"It's time to go to school, are you ready to go?" As if on autopilot, Nasim found herself kissing her mother goodbye, her father already at work, picking up her rucksack and heading to school. It was like this was a normal morning for an 18 year old schoolgirl in London... but it wasn't a normal day for him, why did he feel like this? Nasim's body was walking towards her private school just down the road, but did she have to go? Could he make herself choose something else?