Emily is an 18 year old high school senior. She is an attractive and reasonably well endowed young lady. She has long, brown hair which flows down her sholders, beautiful brown eyes, and a glowing face. She had a slim waist, perfect hips with long, smooth legs, and moderate sized, firm and perky breasts. She was really beautiful. Despete this however, she always felt like she was missing something.
Ever since she was a little girl, Emily had dreamed of transforming into something else. She had such a strong desire to be able to experiance the freedom of a different body, and to be able to change her form, longing to be able to move with the grace and agility of some other magnificant creature.
One day, on her way back from school, after a long summer day, having just barely managed to stay awake through the endless line of droning lessons, crammed in small, sweltering classrooms. She walked down the wide sub-urban walkways, relishing the cool shade the elegent trees cast on her as she made her way home. She walked the same way she did every single day, but today something was different.
As she walked along the sidewalk, a sudden breeze made her stop. The breeze was warm, and it gracefully flowed through her long hair. It smelled like summer flowers, and brushed her face softly. Emily sighed. She started walking again but abruptly stopped again in shock.
In front of her was a new building, one she had never seen before. It looked like a small scruffy shop, almost shack like, the sort you might find on the seafront. "Strange..." she thought. "That wasn't there yesterday. Or even a minute ago...". The shop was nestled inbetween two large houses. The small, scrawny building looked very odd and out of place in the large sub-urban setting, and definately looked mutch older than it should have. Yet there was something about it, that beckoned Emily closer, as if there were whispers in the air, soothing and reasuring, enticing her to walk up to the door.
Emily stood outside the door. The building looked old and tired, with worn, musty wood pannels, forming the slumping walls. The inside was dim and gloomy, just visible beond the dusty windows.
Above the door, a pale and parched sign hung crookedly, gently swaying in the light breeze. Emily could just about make out what it said: "The magic store". As Emily read the sign, she gasped softly, and the building seemed to shimmer slightly in the afternoon sun.