Yesterday I picked a leaf from the tallest branch of the oldest tree in the forest, pressed it between the pages of my journal, and brought it home. When I’d opened up the pages in my bedroom the leaf’s skeleton was perfectly imprinted on both sides. With a hot steel fountain pen nib I pricked my finger and traced, in browny-red blood, the leaf’s veins and arteries. The leaf itself I dropped in a kettle of boiling water and let it steep overnight. By the morning it had wholly dissolved, turning the water a muddy brown. As I reheated the water, I carefully tore the pages from my journal and stirred them in; they dissolved, as if they had been dipped in acid. The kettle began to whistle, and I poured the tea into a mug. I pursed my lips to blow on it and the steam whirled around the room, joining the gestalt of the air.

It was time for me to perform my first real spell.

I put the rim of the mug to my lips and gulped down as much of the tea as I could. It hurt going down, the taste was incredibly bitter, and my entire mouth felt like it was on fire. I staggered and set the mug down before I dropped it. Somehow, I’d drank all except the dregs swirling in the bottom.

I sat down, waiting for the spell to do its work on me. Already an electric current was running through my body, making me dizzy; my skin felt hot and prickly, my legs were beginning to feel numb. I pulled my clothes off, letting my jeans and underwear pool around my feet, and let the cool air wash over my body. Blood surged to my penis and my hand automatically began caressing it, first gently, then furiously. I squeezed my eyes shut as my penis stiffened and spat a load of semen onto the floor. My hand fell away; my member drooped, deflated. A high-pitched sigh escaped my lips as a prickling sensation ran up and down my legs. I opened my eyes to see thick fur growing on my legs, brown and speckled with little white spots. My toenails had turned black and sharp. My drooping genitals retracted my into  coarse brown pubic hair as it turned into short, soft, white fur on my groin, joining with the brown fur that now reached up to my thighs.

My hair grew longer, shaggier, and whiter, falling over my eyes. As I brushed the hair back with my hand I felt two small velvety antlers poking up from my forehead. My nose wrinkled, the tip turning black and wet, and my ears twitched as they lengthened and the same brown fur that now coated my legs covered them. I gave up trying to keep my new hair out of my eyes and my hands fell to my chest, on which had grown two small but very sensitive mounds of flesh. My nipples had grown hard and grew even harder as my fingers brushed up against them, causing me to release a high-pitched moan. I could feel my hands and fingers growing thinner and more slender as I massaged my new breasts.

A sharp cramp ran its way up my legs, through my abdomen, causing me to fall forward off my chair. As my groin grew hot yet again I could feel my hips widen, my waist contract, and a short fluffy tail burst out from the bottom of my spine, standing straight up in the air. I yelped as my hips jerked, as if my body remembered that it had once had a penis and was trying to thrust, although it no longer had anything to thrust with. I rolled over onto my back, raising my legs, and reached down to my new vagina. With two fingers from on hand I spread the lips of my labia, while with two fingers of the other hand I reached in, searching for my clitoris. After a few minutes of experimenting I found it and was rewarded with a rush of orgiastic pleasure surging through my whole body. My back arched backward, my teeth gritted, and as the energy surging through my body disappated I went limp, still panting from the exertion. I ran my fingers up and down my belly, across the new shapes of my waist and the demarcation line where the fur covering my body from the waist down ended.

I picked myself up, standing unsteadily on my dainty cloven hooves, and made my way to my bed, curling up under the covers, drawing my furry knees up to my chest. With my sensitive new nose I could smell the earthy forest outside beckoning—but it would have to wait until after I’d rested for a bit.