"I suppose I could tell you," she said, "since it doesn't matter anyway. I'm sick of you, Miles. Last night, I cast a spell on you. You're going to turn into a girl. Soon you'll be my tomboy daughter Karen."
"What? That's impossible!" you said. "I can't- I'm not-" you stopped. Your mother was holding up a hand, which was glowing slightly, and your words were catching in your throat.
"It's quite possible, Karen," she said. "You'll be better this way, and I won't have to deal with Miles." She chuckled, before releasing you from her hold and leaving.
Stupid mother, you thought. But you couldn't help noticing that you're lither and thinner, your hair was starting to get longer, and your body hair was gone.
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