Amy followed the scent like a bloodhound closing in on its prey. She knew that she had to be quick before the trail dissipated from being disturbed by other odors and by the target losing the scent of magic after the initial spell is over.
Sniff.
"It's a transmogrifying or transformation spell," thought Amy. "Whoever changed lost some considerable mass, maybe twenty or thirty pounds." Amy knew that when someone or something large is changed into something smaller or less dense, the extra mass is converted into an invisible gas that surrounds the area around where the person or thing changed. Even though she had encountered this gas before she was still a little grossed out that she was possibly breathing in someone's love handles or ass cheeks.
Sniff.
"Well that smells more than a little familiar," thought Amy as she came across the smell of vaginal secretions, a smell she knew from her own heavy petting sessions as well as the few times she spread her legs for her boyfriend. Whoever she was trailing was still moist from a fresh orgasm. "The change they went through must of really excited them."
Amy rounded the corner to see a young, buxom girl wearing a blud dress slowly make her way down the hallway leading towards the library. The girl walked
as if she was wearing a pair of stilts upon her feet instead of the high heeled, dress shoes that adorned her. Up higher, Amy noticed the girls hips and butt swayed side to side as if a butterball turkey was strapped to her rear. If she was walking like that downtown she would more than likely be picked up on suspicion of prostitution since she was swinging it like she selling it at half price. To the sides of her swinging pendulum of a bottom were her manicured hands that were held away from her so that they never came in contact with her body, as if her own body was foreign to her and the idea of touching it was still a little unnerving to her. To top it off her general posture lacked any form of grace whatsoever, it was almost like watching a drunken frat boy shuffle around while passing gas.
Amy had to stiffle back a giggle at the ludicrous sight, the girl in front of her might as well have a bullseye painted on her with the words "Formerly Male" written on her head in capital letters. The young boys disguise might have been enough to fool an average human but a soon-to-be full fledged witch
with an eye for details was a different story.
"Well, well, well," thought Amy mischieviously, "It looks like we have a young, inexperienced, male sorceror taking a little dip in the other side of the pond tonight. I wonder what I should do with her."
