My Roommate's Plaything (OpenTGC Re-Post)

The morning was the same as any other. I got out of bed and slipped out of my room, waiting to find whatever new transformation awaited me. You see, my roommate recently inherited his Grandfather's book collection. He wasn't interested in it at first, until he discovered that every single book contained spells and potion recipes. As it turns out, Bruce comes from a long line of powerful wizards and now the magic was his to control.

He started by improving our apartment, then bewitching the landlord to make our rent free. He then found the book of transfiguration. That was when I stopped having fun with the situation. Every morning I would leave my room and be instantly hit with a pulse of magic and find myself transformed. One day he gave me a bright green mullet, then another day he turned me into a cat and threw me outside. Now, almost three weeks later, I took my first step outside and braced myself. But nothing happened. Relieved, I headed for the kitchen and found Bruce waiting for me.

"Hello there, beautiful." He smiled.

"Morning, handsome, I'm so relieved you've finally had your fun with transfiguration." I replied. "So what spells are you going to try next, sweetie?"

His smile turned to a smirk. "You really haven't noticed?"

There was nothing immediately obvious about our surroundings. No potion bottles or cauldron, no crystals for enchanting, no spellbooks at all for that matter. While I waited for him to finally reveal his new project, I made myself some breakfast. Getting onto my tiptoes, I grabbed the cereal from a cupboard and then bent over to grab a bowl from one of the cabinets. Bruce wolf whistled, making me blush a little. He was acting really strangely today.

"Do me a favour, Rachel." Bruce sighed. "Bounce up and down a little bit."

I laughed. "Okay, I guess, but you better start making sense afterwards."

The moment I started to bounce, I felt something snap inside my head. A barrier had broken, allowing me to finally see what was glaringly obvious. I had tits! They were bouncing like crazy on my chest. Then there was the hair, the clothes, the whole package. I was a woman. How had I not realised?

"Finally! The penny drops!" Bruce erupted into laughter. "I was starting to worry you'd never realise."

"You can't do this, Bruce!" I shouted, hearing the difference in my voice for the first time. "We agreed that you wouldn't bewitch my mind!"

Bruce shrugged. "No harm done, 'sweetie'. All I did was make you more susceptible to changes."

"Well you've had your fun now, so change me back. I have a date with Jennifer in a couple hours."

"No can do, man. I think I prefer having a female roommate." He replied. "But I'll tell you what. How about I bewitch Jennifer to like women and you two can still have a little fun?"