All characters featured in this story are 18 years old and older.
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"Hey, Tomas, sweetie do you think you could reach the... oh, I forgot, nevermind!"
"Wow, Tom, man, I figured you could at least lift eighty pounds."
"Tommy, don't freak out, but you're bizarrely cute my boyfriend totally wants to have a threesome with... I said don't freak out!"
Tomas really believed that, by the time he turned eighteen years old, everything wrong with him would have fixed itself. His skinny, underdeveloped muscles. His short stature. His soft, girlish face and voice. But as adulthood gradually approached and Tomas watched all of his peers (male and female) outgrow him, the less likely it seemed.
Indeed, by the time he was a senior, at 5'2 and 120 lbs, Tomas was still a full head shorter than most of his male classmates. Even some of the girls towered above him! And that wasn't even counting how his soft, delicate features made him look more like an underdeveloped girl than a short, skinny guy.
Predictably, this subjected to a lot of bullying from his classmates. Tampons shoved in his lockers. Boys directing him to the girl's bathroom. Even his own sisters would try (and usually succeed) to force him wear makeup on occasion!
Tomas had grown sick of it! Sick of being treated like he was worth less than any other man. But what was he supposed to do? It wasn't like there was some kind of magic spell that would grant him a more masculine body.
Except that wasn't what he discovered. Studying for finals was always boring and monotonous, given his strict education mama and even stricter father, he was almost always at the library. Apparently computers were just too distracting. Even for studying.
Tomas wanted to laugh at the irony. In his hands was an old, dusty, beaten up tome. When he laid eyes on it, it seemed to almost call out to him. And when he opened and read it for the first time, the strange, mysterious, alien text on its pages understandable to his mind and eyes.
A book of spells. All kinds of spells from elemental magic, to necromancy, to summoning and so on. But that wasn't what caught his eyes. What caught his attention was the body modification section. Spells that allowed the caster to alter his/her body or others' at will.
It was stupid to pay it any attention.
But he did.
When he went to check it out, the librarian didn't seem to think much of it. In fact, he treated it as though it were just a normal old book. There was no title or barcode anywhere. It confused Tomas, sure, but he decided not to question it. It was probably better that way.
Once he was safe in his room, Tomas began researching body modification. Many spells required some kind of magical aptitude or experience. Tomas, quite obviously had none. Body modification spells were different, though. In fact, they seemed quite simplistic. All one seemed to need were the proper ingredients and a strong vision for what they wanted to look like.
It was real. Despite everything, Tomas knew he was starting at a real life magic tome!
Tomas was giddy. He clutched the book to his chest and giggled silently to himself.
When the weekend had arrived, Tomas had busied himself with gathering the supplies he would need. All things he could find out in the park or at a grocery store.
Once Tomas had gathered all of his preparations, once he had drawn the magic circle as instructed in the book, Tomas began the ritual. The incantation was to be spoken in some weird, foreign language that kind of reminded him of Japanese mixed with... something else.
After several failed attempts and pronouncing the incantation, Tomas finally succeeded.
Only to find that nothing was happening.
The magic circle didn't glow. There wasn't some strong current that blew through his room. His body remained the exact same as it always had. It was all a big bust.
Tomas sighed. At least no one knew he was this desperate to look more masculine.
Defeated and despondent, Tomas climbed into bed and fell into a bitter sleep, accompanied only by the jeers in his own had.
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When he had awaken, Tomas found that he was no longer sleeping in his own bed. It was way too soft and it had a nice, light fragrance to it. And it was... curtained?
When his body finally decided it was time to get up, Tomas realized he was in a large, square shaped bedroom. One that was certainly not his. The bed aside, it was much too lavish to be his. Fine painting decorated the walls. The floor was made of what Tomas thought was marble. The windows were covered in shutters, but stray bits of sunlight filtered through.
It reminded him of something that he thought he might see in an old mansion or even a castle!
Fear welled up in the pit of his stomach. Where was he? Did someone kidnap him? Why? The thoughts circled in his head and echoed without pause. He needed to get out of here before someone came for him!
Tomas had only made it just outside of the door before his face pressed against something warm... an soft. Two warm, soft things. A surprised, feminine gasp reached his ears. Before long, it began to dawn on him what his face had been mashed into.
Tomas yelped in shock as he fell back onto the marbled floor in shock, his pale face glowing beet red.
"Oh my!" said the same feminine voice. Now that she spoke, Tomas realized she sounded like a high-class British woman. "Young girls these days are oh so bold!"
His eyes scaled up the woman in front of him. The very sight of her took his breath away. It was like staring at a giant. She was tall. Very tall. Well over six feet. Possibly even approaching seven! Tomas knew he was short compared compared to the guys, but this woman no doubt towered over even the tallest of his classmates.
After that, he took in everything else about her. She was only wearing what basically amounted to a beautiful, decorative pair of tight panties and a bra. Despite his growing fear and confusion, Tomas felt a stirring in his loins. Her creamy white legs were long. Long and smooth-looking and a tantalizing mix of fat and muscle. Her thighs were each thicker than his entire waist.
He followed her legs all the way up, his mouth watering at she so brazenly showcased the smooth-looking flesh of her thick, round, child-bearing hips.
Her belly was trim and athletic. Not too muscly, but he just knew it would be firm to the touch. His eyes travelled up to her boobs, her bra just barely holding them in. He stared into the valley of her cleavage where his head had been buried. They were both almost as big as his head was.
And finally he settled on her face. She was definitely a woman. Maybe in her thirties? Vibrant red colored her lips. Her eyes were sky blue, and her face was framed by hair so golden blonde, he thought he was staring into the sun.
