A Snap of Her Fingers

Growing up as a kid I was a huge fan of Harry Potter, Lord of The Rings, King Arthur and really any kinds of stories that revolved around magic. I always loved the characters that had special abilities and kept it a secret. I always felt like they were the more interesting ones who, in some cases, kept their magic a secret. I'd always wish that I was in their shoes and be able to perform amazing feats of wizardry.

As the years went I kept my casual fandom to myself and only let a few of my friends know. No one really seemed to care and found it normal. That being said I was still something of an outcast. I had a very small figure. My skin was soft and I was embarrassingly dainty. A few times in public I was mistaken as a girl. I never really got use to it but just sort of lived with it. Most of high school went by uneventful, I'd jump from group to group and never really fit into any of them. Eventually I'd end up at a table by myself during my free period reading. I heard the girls sometimes whisper and giggle, I knew they were making fun of me. Now I'm not saying I was a complete loser but at times it certainly felt like it. Although I was never directly bullied for my looks I certainly overheard things. I never tried to get into sports or any real physical activities, I knew I didn't have the body for it and I didn't want to deal with any possible ridicule. So I did what I did best, keep to myself.

By the time of my senior year I was a frequent flyer at the school's library and had gone through most of everything I had wanted to read. Realizing this one day I spent an entire period walking around the shelves and bookcases trying to find something. I had almost given up when I saw it. Wedged between two bookcases was a small hard covered book. It looked like it had fallen between the two shelves years ago. I got on my knees, reached in and pulled it out.

The thing was covered in dust. I blew on it and wiped it off. I became immediately excited. The title read: "Magic for Witches". The text was in gold foil and was written in an old style font. I opened it up seeing that everything was hand written.

I skimmed to the very back to check the library's checkout log only to see that there was none. No bar code, no library stamp, nothing. I looked around and quickly shoved it into my bag. This book was clearly not in the library's system, why cause a big deal to check it out?

The bell rang and I went to my final class of the day.

After 43 minutes of math BS I was finally out. I went to my locker and got my stuff. It was Friday and I was pumped to get home and read this bad boy. A quick drive home and I was in my room opening it up.

I flipped through the first few pages of nothing until I reached the first line of text, it read: "A word of caution, do not attempt any spells until the book is fully read."

In hindsight I really should have heeded that statement but I was just too excited to try something. 

I flipped to the chapter guide and began reading the first few:
- The Basics
- Physical movement
- Defensive Spells
- Offensive Spells
- Relationships
- Body Manipulation 

Wanting to go straight to physical movement I decided I should read the basics first. As it turns out magic can be done by anyone. All you have to do is recite the phrase and snap your fingers. That's it! No ingredients, no wands, no sacrifices. Just speak and snap your fingers! 

I was pumped. I read on and reached physical movements. The chapter was all about manipulating physical items around you, from things as small as a quarter to as large as a car. I found a simple levitation spell and said it then snapped my fingers. Bam! The bed I was sitting on started floating off the ground. I said the cancel word: Desistan and the bed dropped to the ground.

I was stoked. For the next few hours I flipped through the pages attempting all sorts of different spells. It was amazing. After awhile though I began to wonder about the chapter on body manipulation.

I turned to it and read it. Turns out any spell you perform on another only lasts for one hour. So if I wanted to see my crush, Rachael Izben, breasts grow three sizes it would only last for an hour. Eh a bit upsetting but that wasn't gonna stop me. 

The good thing though was that any all spells one performed on themselves would stay until you decided to stop it... awesome. Now was my time to change a few things about myself. Now was my chance to lose this girly looking body and gain a proper looking guy's one. Some big muscles and a few other improvements here and there would increase my chances of gaining some more friends... and maybe even Rachael.

After skimming through a few different spells I found one called Spell of Attraction. Generally speaking it was spell that would increase ones attractiveness. I was going to make myself sexy. The ladies would be all over me.

I read the spells a few time in my head then out loud to get the pronunciation just right. I was ready. I recited the spell and snapped my fingers. Instantly my chest burst forward as a pair of breasts exploded out. I felt the surge three times, each time they grew larger until they stopped at DDs.

I was freaking out. I immediately stood up and ran to my bathroom, my parents were still at work so I wasn't concerned of anyone seeing. 

I starred into the mirror. They were ginormous but that wasn't the worst part. Looking back at me was a cute, dainty 18 year old girl. I was shocked. I reached down and grabbed my crotch, you guessed it it was gone. I reached around and sure enough I had a larger butt as well.

I stopped and grabbed my breasts. It did feel pretty good touching boobs... even if they were my own. I snapped out of it and immediately yelled Desistan. Nothing, no change. I tired again: Desistan. Again, nothing. I yelled it one more time and snapped my fingers. No change. Now I was scared.

I ran back into my room boobs bouncing and grabbed the book. I skimmed through the chapter, there was nothing on sex changes. I began flipping through the book. I finally reached the end. There on the last page was the worst possible thing I could read. It was a warning stating that the book was intended for women only. Men were to use the book "Magic for Wizards". It went on to say any men using this book may encounter irreversible problems. Damn sexist author!

That was it I was a girl. I couldn't do anything to change that. I dropped the book and stared at the wall. What would my parents think? How could I show myself in public? I was screwed.

It was pretty ironic really. For as long as I could remember I had to deal with having a body that many mistook for a girl's now, thanks to my over eagerness, people wouldn't be mistaken anymore.

After feeling sorry for myself I decided I'd try to find something, anything, that could try and help my situation. If I was going to be a girl the least I could do is not have to deal with the embarrassment that came with explaining why I now had Double D breasts and a vagina.

That's when I found it. At the very last page of the body manipulation chapter was a spell to alter reality. It was a very powerful spell that made any and all self cast spells become the norm to everyone the user knew or ever interacted with. 

I read it a few times and thought about it. On one hand I could try and live a life as a guy turned girl and see how it went or I could cast a spell that would change reality in which I was born a girl. It didn't specify anything beyond that. I was a bit worried. I didn't want to wake up tomorrow a bimbo or some kind of slut.

After mulling it over for a while I decided I'd do it. I'd rather live a life of blissful ignorance than one of embarrassment... or worse. I read it out a few times, got the pronunciation right. I spoke it and snapped my fingers.

The next thing I remember was waking up in my bed. I shot up out of it only to see I still had enormous tits. Now though my room was completely different. All sorts of posters and girly things were everywhere. Based on what I saw I figured I was something of a metal chick who liked to go girly every now and again. That's when all the new memories flooded in. Years of experiences and memories. Some good, some bad and some really enjoyable... if you catch my drift. The best part was I kept all my old memories as well, that was something of a relief.

I stepped out of bed. I was wearing a short cut Metallica shirt and a pair of black panties with a skull on the front. I nearly slipped on something. Looking down it was one gnarly dildo. I picked it up and looked at it. I was overwhelmed with feelings. I suddenly liked guys. That kind of scared me. But then I thought about girls as well and I became aroused. I was bi.

I wasn't a bimbo. My lifestyle was definitely tolerable and I still sort of felt like I could continue enjoying the things I use to. I guess that was a decent middle ground.

I looked at my clock and saw that it was Saturday morning and still pretty early. I looked at the dildo. I tore off my short cut shirt and jumped back into bed and went to town. Jesus it felt amazing. Technically I had had sex before but this was new to me and damn did it feel great.

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Well tonight is my senior prom. As much as I would have liked to ask Rachael to it she's as straight as an arrow. I definitely tried my best with her but I got as far becoming a good friend. Adjusting to my new life has been kind of easy thanks to my past experiences. It's still a bit weird having droves of guys ogle over me, my tits haven't helped in that department but hey they're my girls and they've grown on me... literally. I do hear people make fun of me for them often but honestly I could care less.

Anyway I'm ready for prom. I got my hair done and I'm wearing a super hot black dress. Rick will be over any minute. He's a nice guy and we share a lot in common. My future looks good, my near future especially as Rick's planned quite an evening after the dance ends, I can't wait.