Witchcraft (Patreon)

IMPORTANT NOTE: Everything that appears here, in this story, only exists in my mind, anything that resembles reality is coincidence or fortuitous. . .

( hopefully there will be many of these 💓, or not, who knows 😭 )

(STUDYING) WITCHCRAFT

One after another, Johanna read the pages of that mysterious antique book, occasionally mumbling. She was lying on her bed, with a new book that had called out to her from a bookshop that she swore had not been there yesterday.Without realizing it, she had recited some words, curious about how some of the spells explained there would sound. There was something odd about reciting them; every time she tried to read some of the strange words in that ancient language, she felt a tingling sensation in her body. According to the introductory prelude at the beginning of the book, it was 'Atlantean'.At first, she thought the book was ridiculous, until, as a joke, she read the first letters of a random spell. It was like an intoxicating dizziness; her body felt warm, and suddenly there was an explosion of a thousand colors, leaving the rainbow LGTBIQ+ flag looking like shades of gray.As she turned the first few pages, she gradually felt an exotic warmth in her chest, followed by a tingling sensation. Later, she felt the same thing in her legs, arms, face... Even in her reddish hair, or coming from her polo shirt, jeans, and sneakers.Johanna couldn't stop, turning the pages and continuing to read. She recited some of the words in an apparently disjointed manner. Little by little, the room seemed to get hotter and colder at the same time.And so, the night went on as her reading seemed to have no end. Lying on her belly, leaning on a satin cushion she didn't remember having. With her feet up, rocking hypnotically, and wearing killer high heels on her feet. Feeling the touch of the softest stockings that now enveloped and embraced her long legs, instead of those disgusting jeans.Johanna began to feel the exquisite fabric of the dress, which was becoming tighter and more clinging and seemed to want to mold itself to her more than feminine body. As she sensually bit her full lip and stopped playing with the braided ponytail of her silky purple hair, which smelled of forest fruits, to turn the page...That set off alarm bells, the final touch in a spiral of sensations that had dragged her further and further away from who she used to be. Concerned she sat up.“What time is it?” she suddenly said to herself, noticing that she could no longer hear the traffic on the street, hoping it wasn't too late, because tomorrow she had to go to potions class early.Or was it work?“Oh... What? My voice, my clothes, my... OH!”She looked at herself in surprise... she knew something had changed, she just didn't know what it was... had her breasts always been so heavy? And why did her crotch feel so empty? Johanna was almost certain that something wasn't right.She looked at the book and read, now fully understanding the language, the title of the page she had started reading, 'Being a Cruel Witch', and then, without losing her place, she read the cover, 'Dark Magic to Rewrite Reality and Minds'.“I'm not going to stop now...” she said to herself, lying back down with a dark smile, "... when the most interesting part is just beginning.And as she began to recite the following words, she felt the need to slide her hand under her skirt...THE END - ENDE - FINE -FIN