This choice: Jennifer, the beautiful, hot woman. • Go Back...Chapter #5Jennifer, the beautiful, hot woman. by: Unknown Jack stopped and turned around slowly, looking down at himself.
"Really? Fucking really!?" He walked back down the row of shelves and sat on the chair he'd just vacated. He even sounded like a fucking girl. Viola was sat on the opposite chair, looking like she wanted to crack up. Finally, she lost the battle against hysterics and broke down, slowly sliding off her chair onto the floor and shaking with uncontrollable mirth and glee.
"Oh god. Jack, I'm sorry. Oh my god." Between breaths, she apologized while Jack took the opportunity to start looking through the book.Viola wasn't lying, some of the stuff in there was amazing. There was spells to do with mind control, body morphing - both yourself and others. There were summoning spells where a pentagram was unneeded, the daemonic entities and djinn that were summoned would obey you without question. Then there were spells to do with necromancy, a subject that had always fascinated Jack. Enchantments for weaponry, armour and robes that would bathe them in dangerous shadow-matter, able to cut through pretty much anything but the strongest of magical barriers and beings. Armour that could morph depending on the situation and robes that would deflect arrows. Symbiotic entities that could increase any number of bodily or magical attributes exponentially.
In short, this book was a gateway to unimaginable power. Should the book fall into the wrong hands, namely those of evil or unstable minds, the consequences would be dire. Jack had to protect this book at all costs. He could not let it out of his sight for a second. He could even use the book in order to protect it. Yes... He would try a symbiotic spell first. The book had all manner of types. Sentient ones, parasitic ones, even some with a variable mass which instead of using the operatives own mass to transform them, they could grow anything to any size they liked whenever they liked. They were also the easiest of all the spells he had found.
Before anything however, Jack thought, he needed to stay female with a name and identity. The most important part, however, was that people needed to believe that there was no Jack Creed. Jennifer was a decent name, he thought. One he'd always liked and it was close to his own name. The identity he could think about later. For now she needed some kind of reality-bending spell, and a permanent female transformation. She flicked to the index of the book and eventually found the right sections.
The first spell she cast was a simple one in terms of the book's contents; It would make people believe that Jack Creed was in fact Jennifer Creed, and anything that Jack had been or had done would change to become female versions of things such as his room or friends he had had.
The second was a transformation. She wanted to be what she wanted, not some random image ordained by the spell Viola had cast. She began shaping herself, starting with her head. High cheekbones, green eyes and full, rouge lips placed themselves on her face. Her hair turned a dark red, reminiscent of dying embers in a furnace and streaked with black. She moved lower, her skin becoming lightly tanned, her breasts growing to a double D. He shoulders became more muscled but kept their feminine shape, her waist grew slightly thinner and her hands became more elegant, with short girly nails. Her ass also grew a little, nowhere near a bubble butt, but definitely something you'd give a second look. He legs changed until they were something most girls would kill for, topping the image off with dainty little size five feet.
She twirled a little and giggled as Viola, now thoroughly creeped out, stared with eyebrows knitted together in concern. Slowly she walked over, getting more and more confident as the reality-bending spell took hold. By the time she reached the mirror Jennifer was standing next to, there really was no more Jack Creed.
"You twirling for any particular reason there, or do I bore you that much?" She asked, looking over Jennifer's slightly higher shoulder. With no warning, Jennifer spun, pulled Viola close and the two redheads kissed, Viola slowly recovering from the shock of her best friend going lesbian on her out of the blue.
"I have wanted to do that for so fucking long you have no idea, Vi." Jennifer said a little shyly after the long kiss was over. Viola still looked a little stunned. Jennifer looked back over at the book, almost forgotten on the floor a little way from the girls bare feet. Something was wrong with that book. It was doing something. She wasn't sure what, but it was definitely doing something to her and Viola's minds. But as suddenly as she had kissed Viola, she stopped caring.
She picked up the book and sat down on the desk. She could use this to her advantage. This was power beyond anything she had ever experienced. Jennifer decided to try something else.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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