He uses the wand on Himself

He waves the wand around over his head haphazardly then some how some kind of light escapes the end of the wand.

You can hardly believe your eyes as you watch the transformation begin. At first, it’s subtle—a slight shift in their posture, a confused expression flickering across their face. But then, right before you, their body begins to change in ways you never could have anticipated.

You see their chest push outward, the fabric of their shirt stretching as two full, round shapes form beneath it. Their breathing quickens, and they glance down, eyes wide with disbelief as their hands move instinctively to touch the new softness, fingers grazing the curves of their breasts as if to confirm they’re real. You catch a glimpse of their flushed face, a mix of shock and something that looks suspiciously like excitement.

Their waist pulls inward, hips broadening, taking on a distinct feminine curve that gives them an hourglass shape. The jeans they’re wearing tighten, struggling to contain the way their thighs fill out, and their ass swells, rounding into a firm, plush shape. It’s hard not to stare as they run a hand over their hip, tracing the contours with an expression that’s part awe, part disbelief.

And then, their hair. It cascades down in fiery waves, longer and softer than it was a moment ago, framing their now-delicate face. Their features have softened into something strikingly beautiful: large eyes with long lashes, full lips that seem made for a teasing smile or a bitten lip. You can tell they’re taking it all in, feeling the strange sensations of this new body, every movement reminding them of the transformation.

They take a shaky breath, a faint tremble in their hand as they brush a strand of their new hair behind an ear. You watch, captivated, as they seem to grow more aware of the changes. Their cheeks are flushed, their gaze occasionally flicking to you, and there’s an undeniable spark in their eyes—something you hadn’t expected to see.

Then, as they shift their stance, you notice a subtle tension in their expression, as if they’re fighting some internal urge. They hesitate, swallowing hard, before looking up at you with an intensity that makes your heart skip a beat. Their new form is undeniably alluring, every curve and contour accentuated by the way their clothes cling to them.

Finally, they bite their lip, casting their eyes downward before meeting yours again. There’s a vulnerability in their expression, mixed with a surprising hint of desire, as they murmur, almost hesitantly, “Can we… fuck?”

The words are soft, almost shy, but the look in their eyes is anything but. It’s a question, a plea wrapped in newfound confidence and curiosity, and you realize that this transformation has awakened something inside them that neither of you could have anticipated.

You nod, your hands gliding higher, brushing the curve of their hips, feeling the way they shiver under your touch. Slowly, you lean in, your lips pressing softly against the exposed skin of their stomach, just above the waistband of their jeans. They let out a soft gasp, their fingers threading through your hair, holding you close as you continue to explore their transformed body, each kiss, each touch drawing out new, quiet sounds of pleasure.

Their hips lift slightly, a silent plea for more, and you respond, your hands deftly undoing the button of their jeans, the zipper sliding down. They lift their hips again, allowing you to ease the denim down their legs, leaving them in nothing but their underwear. You take a moment to admire them, the way their new body moves, the way they look at you—vulnerable yet wanting, a mix of nerves and desire that makes your heart pound in your chest.

You lean in again, your lips brushing against the inside of their thigh, feeling the way their body responds, the quiet moan that escapes them. Their hands tighten in your hair, their head tilting back, eyes closing as they let themselves feel everything, every sensation heightened, every touch sending sparks through their body.

The room seems to fade away, leaving just the two of you, your bodies pressed together, skin against skin. You can feel them fully opening up to you, their hips grinding against yours, their breaths coming in quick, shallow gasps. Their hands clutch at your back, nails digging in as you thrust deeper, their legs wrapping around you, pulling you closer, wanting more. Each movement is met with a moan, their body arching beneath you, every touch sending waves of pleasure through them. As you move together, you feel the intensity of their desire, raw and uninhibited, a primal need that matches your own. The connection between you is undeniable, physical and electric, each sensation heightened, every nerve ending on fire as you bring each other closer to the edge.