Thinking that someone already close to you would make the perfect girlfriend, you call your best friend Kyle and invite him over.
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"So what's up, Ethan?", Kyle asks as he enters your room. "I want to try this on you," you say pulling out the spell page. "What is that?", Kyle asks as you read the incantation aloud with no waring or explanation.
As you finish the spell, Kyle seems to be losing his voice. "This is a *cough* joke, right *cough* Ethan?", Kyle questions as his voice gains pitch with each cough. Finally hearing his voice change, Kyle begins to panick.
"What are you doing? Stop it, please," Kyle pouts as his form thins, becoming more petite and feminine. Kyle falls from a 5'11" to a 5'6" becoming shorter that you. "I do like shorter girls," you think as you notice the change.
"Ethan, please stop this; we're supposed to be best friends, remember?", Kyle cries. The force of his waist caving inward causes Kyle to fall to the ground. His hips flare outward and his ass rounds into a soft bubble butt, ripping his jeans to shreds.
Now lying on the ground face first, Kyle cries out in ecstasy as two mounds of soft flesh push out, lifting him above the ground slightly. Getting to his knees, Kyle tries to stop the advancing boobs, but it's no use. The breasts stop at a D-cup pressed tight against his black shirt. 'I have always liked the ones with fantastic curves,' you think observing her above average assets.
Pulling himself up, Kyle falls against you as he becomes Kylie. Her hair softens and lengthens, changing from dirty blonde to brown. "Please Ethan," she whispers trying to hold back the advancing hair, "change me back. I don't want to be a girl." Tingles move across her face as it softens into a more feminine look. A little lipstick and blush appears on her as well. 'Perfect, not to much makeup and her hair looks so soft,' you think to yourself.
Lifting her up, you brush aside a stray piece of hair. You wrap your arms around her waist, resting your hands against her butt and pull her in. "No," she whimpers, "I'm only your friend. Only a fri-". Kylie is cut off as you kiss her delicately as if not to break her. The push of her breasts against you feels right as you hold her in place.
As you kiss, Kylie's clothes change. Her destroyed jeans morph into white shredded jean shorts and her shirt becomes red with ample cleavage showing. Black panties form around her hips and a pink bra cups her breasts. Her tennis shoes change to a pair of black women's Converse flats.
When you seperate, Kylie looks at you and...
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