Dan noticed a book on his dresser. He was certain it hadn’t been there before. With a spell, he made the book levitate to his groin. It was a spell book similar to the one Kat had in her hand when she transformed him. Apparently this was the gift that every 18 year old girl received in his family. So far, he had been conjuring up mental imagery and using words that just came to him.
The book was written in a language he had never seen, yet somehow he could read it. In the first few pages he found that what he had done was actually a very rare talent. Most witches needed a wand to direct their magic, and only very skilled witches could cast without words. He didn’t see a wand accompanying the book, but guessed that it had a lot to do with his lack of hands.
He felt proud, but a little somber. His sister was the star in their family and he didn’t have many friends at school. He could be the best magician in the world and nobody would care. With a sigh, he paged further into the book. As it turned out, there weren’t many one-off spells. Most of it was concepts that needed to be strung together. He found one spell that explained how to make a person mold-able, then several others that explained transforming one object into another. He guessed that his sister combined a few spells like those to turn him into her pussy.
“Her Pussy...” He thought.
He was his own person now. He might just be the lower half of a girl, but he was in control. Still, he didn’t want to live out his life in that form and kept reading to find a way to transform back in to a human. He toyed with the idea of transforming into an 18 year old girl so he could keep his magic. Dan found several spells that should have worked, but none of them had any effect on his unusual body.
He had been reading for several hours and knew he’d eventually have to leave the room. The pressure building in his face wouldn’t let him wait much longer. Dan removed his wards and quietly opened the door. His sister was nowhere in sight. He tip toed to the bathroom and locked the door behind him.
Once on the toilet, he relaxed. The awful tasting urine poured from his pussy. As the flow decreased he wondered why the hell he still had to barf up piss if he had nothing above his waist. The answer became clear as he opened the door. His sister stood before him.
She grinned, “Thanks, that was becoming uncomfortable...”