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The magic washes over you, changing you, and then into you, flowing like an old friend in your veins. Your body convulses as it accepts the magic and you throw back your head to welcome the influx of power. Without opening your eyes, you somehow know your hair has changed to a midnight black, so dark the blue highlights flash in the raidance of the hexagram. Your body changes but little, your features refine and become sharper, and more regal, somehow forbidding and challenging.
You can feel your dress changing as you do, accentating your figure, and revealing a daring amount of flesh.
At last, after an eternity of pleasure and the intoxicating flow of magic, it slows, and you open your eyes to your new reflection. Dark eyes (Violet? Black? You cannot tell.) look back at you from the reflection. Your hair falls in a raven cascade around your shoulders and to your knees.
The wizard stands stunned near you. You glance around, the once strange apparatus of the lab now making perfect sense to you. You can feel the power in this room, and it is weak to you. You glance contemptiously at the wizard, an obvious inferior, and incompoent. Perhaps he might be of use if he was willing to accept a little training? A slow smile spreads across your new full lips. Yes... a little training indeed. You feel a warmth that has little to do with your transformation, and step out of the circle.
You speak, quietly but commandingly. "Come with me. I know what needs to be done."
He bows his head to you, and says "Yes, mistress."
Written by Aaron Smith
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