21F4A - The Adventures of a Silly Sorceress

Through the deafening thud of my head I peeled my eyes open, "Where am-".

"Ah the brainless little lass is awake. You know, in some ways I'm impressed with you Harold, you managed to fail your final wizarding exam, destroy my house AND turn yourself into a woman all in one go; that takes a special kind of idiot."

"Wha-" I exclaimed dreamily. He signed and with a snap of his fingers a mirror appearing above my slumped frame, a mirror displaying this form instead of mine.

"WHAT!" I exclaimed in the shrill voice of a princess before covering my mouth in confusion. My Master chuckled at the display.

"You know," he continued, "I could change you back just ask quickly as I can repair this house," he gestured to sections of brick wall cementing themselves together as we spoke. "But when I found you there passed out in the rubble, a testament to your own failure, I realised something. This was perfect.

There is a reason we don't teach the magical arts to women in this land, they do not have the fortitude and concentration; the exact characteristics you lack my boy. For 10 years I've been embarrassed to call you my apprentice: burning my socks with your heating spell, putting me into a week-long coma when I asked for a good nights sleep, turning the chickens into slugs and hatching the eggs into baby monkeys. There seemed to be nothing you could do right, I accepted that long ago.

But now I have the solution. This gives you an excuse for your ineptitude and allows me to escape the embarrassment of having an apprentice like Harold Swallows wearing my name, I would've been the laughing-stock of the wizarding community."

"S-so I'm stuck like this? FOREVER?!"

"Tsk tsk Harold. If you'd learnt anything in your training you'd know a charm like this only lasts a week."

I felt a great weight off my shoulders.

"However this was far too perfect so while you were out I went about making it permanent."

"YOU DIDN'T!"

"Oh yes I did sweetheart. In fact I added a few extra touches of my own. For one your mannerisms are now decidedly female, excessively even. Honestly I'm excited to watch you walk out the door in a few moments, wrists limp and ass shaking back and forth like a pendulum.

And don't worry, you're decidedly heterosexual now so youre going to love the looks that walk gets you.

Oh and of course as a safety measure: you won't be able to speak a word about your old life, even your own name. Give it a try."

"My name is H-H-Holly. I'm a b-girl. Holly Swallows," the more I tried the harder it was to fight the words that fell from my new fat lips all on their own."

"Perfect," he beamed. "Oh and this last thing, this is just for me. You still have your magical abilities, every shred of what I taught you that stuck in that little brain of yours is still yours to use as you wish. Your failures are what you have to worry about and we know just how frequent those are don't we sweetie. I've put a little curse on you so any time you fail to cast a spell, likely one I drilled into you 1000 times, the result will be horrendously girly."

I looked up at him with confusion, it wasn't the first time today, or this decade.

"Ugh you always were slow on the uptake. How about you try to conjure yourself some clothes, you'll need them when I kick you out on your big fat ass."

I stood up slowly and breathed deeply to clear my head. Clothes were a beginners trick but one I had always struggled with and Master knew that. Focusing my energies I pictured brown buckled boots, long black pants, comfortable underwear, a white buttoned shirt and a heavy brown jacket. I clenched my fist in triumphant as I felt the tingling upon my body and finally looked down to see the spoils.

My eyes open wide with horror as Master fell to the floor, clutching his sides with laughter. The mirror appeared again and I saw my new body adorned in this outfit.

"Do you get it now? If you'd completed that incantation perfectly you would've received the clothes you wanted but, as always, you fucked it up. Without my curse you would've summoned a sombrero and some tube socks. In a way its helpful, my curse helps you fit your new girly image.

Now I know your dream was to be an adventurer, travelling with a guild of explorers, but do me a favour and realise that is far out of your league. You're a beautiful woman now Holly, go find yourself a farmer to bed and marry and you'll be a wonderful wife and mother in a shack in the mud surrounded by pigs.

Of you trot now. I'll be glad to never see you again. Ta ta." As he spoke i felt a great wind at my back, pushing me forwards towards the door and lifting my skirt to show my little black thong.

"Man I was right, it was great watching her leave." he murmured to himself before getting back to his life.

Still at a loss for words, penniless and confused I started walking into town, hoping to find something that could point me to a new life.

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Hi :) so this is a bit of a silly idea for a play but i think it could be a lot of fun. Essentially you would play a GM sort of role as I play Holly on her journey into a new life.

The only slight twist I would like to include (if you like, not mandatory) is a rolling system. With each action (particularly spells) I'll roll a d20 and tell you the result. You then decide if the number was high enough to merit success. This of course works on a sliding scale, a 9 might be a slight failure while 2 would be a horrendously embarrassing colossal failure and likewise for successes. 1s and 20s merit ridiculous outcomes, offering sometimes permanent changes to my character.

So if you have any interest in this, don't hesitate to swing me a message :D .

Yours,

Holly x