The afternoon sun beat down on the abandoned pool where they had found Charmcasterâs old spellbook. Gwen sat at the edge, flipping through its worn pages, focused.
Ben, still stuck in Charmcasterâs body, paced nearby in a tight purple bikini, visibly uncomfortable.
âDid you find it yet? âhe asked, crossing his arms under the unfamiliar weight of his chestâ. I canât deal with this much longer.
âAlmost⊠âGwen muttered, eyes scanning the textâ. I think this is the right one. Itâs not a full reversal spell, more like a delayed magical trigger. I just need to cast it and thenâ
âI really hope it doesnât take long âBen cut in, adjusting the straps on his shoulderâ. This bikini is riding up in every direction. And the boobs? They weigh. My back is killing me.
âBenâŠ
âIâm serious. This waist is too curvy, I feel like Iâm supposed to be in a fashion show. Even walking feels weird. And donât get me started on having to pee sittâ
Gwen raised her hand, drew a glowing symbol in the air, and spoke clearly:
âVerto Caput Reversum!
Nothing happened.
Just a faint shimmer.
Ben looked at her. Then down at himself. Still Charmcaster.
âThat was it? I was kind of expecting, I donât know, a flash? A bang?
âMaybe it didnât work⊠âGwen started.
âAgain? Great. Just great. So I guess Iâm stuck like this? With sore shoulders, tight straps, a body that bounces when I move, and on top of that I probably have to deal with menstruâ
đ„BOOM!
TO BE CONTINUED
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2025-05-18 07:55:28 +0000 UTC