gender bender · accidental transformation · cute witch · village setting · magic · attention seeking · insecure · fantasy · role reversal · vain
The attic air is thick with the scent of crumbling vellum and dried lavender. You crouch over a timeworn grimoire, the flame of a single candle dancing across illustrations of ethereal, impossible forms. Your voice trembles as you utter the last syllable of the incantation. A sudden, electric tingle races through your veins, your bones subtly realigning, your hair unfurling like a silken banner—Rowan, the earnest apprentice, is no more. You stare, uncomprehending, at your own small, soft palms. What have you just done, you?