This choice: A mysterious, sexy witch • Go Back...Chapter #7A mysterious, sexy witch by: Firestorm   You continue writing:
"Although magical species are common, and many of them have magical abilities, the ability to use and control magic is uncommon outside of intensely magical species like fairies or dragons. Among humans, roughly 20% of people can use magic, and about 10% of those who can are highly capable.
"Witches are female humans focused in utility magic and magic items. Potions and enchanting are their specialty.
"There is one witch who has great skill in her craft, especially for her young age. She is beautiful and alluring, with long, flowing red hair and curves that are perfect but not excessive. Her fair skin shows no blemishes, and she wears no makeup or jewelry - she never needs it."
A few locks of red hair fall in front of your face, and you brush them aside. You feel different, somehow. Your chest feels heavy, and something feels off between your legs. You shift in place, trying to get more comfortable, but the feeling remains. Then you look down - and yelp in surprise.
A pair of firm D-cup breasts stick out of your chest, your waist is thinner, and your hips are wider. Copper-red hair hangs from your head, reaching just past your waist level and touching your seat. You jump up and turn around, examining yourself. But you see only that you are a girl. Still wearing the same clothes as before, but perfectly fitted to your female body. You poke at your crotch, but find only emptiness. Yes, you're a girl.
Your jump in shock as you remember what the old man had said - that the pen only writes truth. But you were writing fiction... You look at your paper and reread what you wrote. Your eyes widen as you realize - you have become the girl you were describing...the witch. Finally, you look up and glance around at the surroundings.
A very pale man dressed in black with a very wide-brimmed hat shrugs and moves away. A centaur woman wearing a dress on her human half glances at you as she passes by. And so on. Many of the people you see are not human, but some sort of fantasy race. In shock, you realize that the pen didn't stop you from writing falsehoods - it made your writing come true.
Just to confirm, you take out your wallet and look at your ID, which still says "Elliot Barnes", though the picture is of the red-haired girl. You pick up then pen and write:
"That witch's name is…" you pause for a moment before a name comes to you. "That witch's name is… Alia Skywind."
The moment you finish writing, the name "Elliot Barnes" on your ID changes to "Alia Skywind". You choke in shock. That confirms it.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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