The clothes of the woman vanished, it turns out to be Mrs Clair, my violin teacher. I quickly wished her clothes back and changed her memories.
"Thomas! what are you doing you have to prectice for your concert"
"Yes, mam I am trying hard to improve" Said Thomas.
"Well go home an try harder" Replied Miss Clair
"You need all the practice you can get"
With that she left. Thomas went home and went to his room
Thomas was standing in his room, trying to play the violin. He was a beginner, and had his first concert in a few days. Any sound the violin made, though, sounded horrible. "I wish I was better at the violin," he said. He kept playing, but then stopped to adjust the stand height, since it seemed to get taller all of the sudden. Not much, but it did change. He stands up, and tries again. The music stayed about the same horrible for a few minutes, before it starts to become smoother, as Thomas's hands shrink, thin, and become feminine. He turns a page, and moves some blue hair out of his face. His hair had grown long, reaching midback. He keeps playing, the music becoming fluent, and beautiful, as his body shrinks down, becomes skinnier, feminine, and his hips widen. Two a cup breasts form, and he loses his member. She starts to sway, and her legs thicken a little, and her butt grows. Her face changes, nose shrinking, and lips growing. "I think I will play this song," Lyna (Thomas) said, flipping through the music book. She stops, and starts playing a song. As she played, her clothes change to a school girls clothes. She finishes, and the crowd claps. Lyna bows to the crowd, and smile. "Today was a good day for a concert," she said, as she walked over to the park bench and put away her instrument.