Amy popped her knuckles as she prepared to cast her first spell on the unsuspecting "girl" in front of her.
"Gotta start off small and keep the spell low-profile," planned Amy, who zeroed in on her target, "Keep it down to earth before I start to unload the un-plausible stuff. That way he won't immediately suspect that someone is casting spells on him, he'll just chalk it up to bad luck and continue on his way without undoing any of the spells on him. So if I'm careful and don't push things too far, I can have probably up to four active spells on him before he wises up. Of course, once he realizes that he's being used for target practice by a witch the kid gloves will come off."
Amy's decision to keep things toned down wasn't just to keep her target in the dark for as long as possible. She also had a lot at stake if she got caught using magic on school grounds before her official initiation which was just a few days away. The punishment would be severe if her spells drew too much attention from the norms and especially the Watchers, who would report her forbidden spellcasting to the Headmaster. The Headmaster was a strict disciplinarian that tolerated no rule breaking or shenanigans of any kind, and he would certainly frown on her actions if she was caught.
The last time she crossed pathes with the Headmaster she was late to class after she made a quick stop at the girl's restroom. She got into a heated arument with the teacher and stated her point that girls needed more time for their restroom breaks since it took longer for them to do their business, an argument that she thought went over well since the Headmaster was nodding his head in silent agreement. Just when she thought that she had talked her way out of detention she was greeted with a brilliant flash of light. When the light faded away she opened her eyes to see that she was in one of the stalls of the girls restroom. She looked around the familiar (but taller) surroundings when the stall door popped open and in walked one of her female friends, who promptly dropped her skirt and placed her buttcheeks right against Amy's face. It was at that moment she realized that the Headmaster had turned her into a toilet seat in the girl's restroom. The spell wore off at the end of the day (after 32 visits to the stall that she was located in) and she materialized back before the Headmaster who told her, in the driest of tones, that if she was late to class again due to a restroom visit she would be turned into a roll of toilet paper and that the school menu would magically be changed to bean burritos and chili. To this day she didn't know if he was joking or not. Of course, she was never late again to find out.
"I know I really shouldn't be doing this," thought Amy. "Taking a risk like this when I'm so close to graduating from my magic classes, but dammit that guy up there is just begging for it. Wearing those tits like they are part of a Halloween costume that he can take off when he gets bored with them instead of having to live with them day after day. Well, if he wants a taste of the feminine experience then I'll give him something to chew on."
Amy silently chanted under her breath as a bolt of energy traveled down through her body from her vocal cords to her outstretched hand, causing the small hairs on her arm to stand up in the process, and fired from her fingertips. The bolt flashed through the air and hit the girl in the lower back, causing no immediate changes or gaining any notice from the oblivious Jim...yet.
Amy relaxed as she watched her handiwork unfold and planned for her next move.
"Be sure to give my regards to Aunt Flow," whispered Amy as she stifled back another set of giggles.
Jim slowly made her way down the hallway, occasionally steadying herself against the wall when on the verge of falling. Slowly but surely she made progress in steadying herself and walking straight with the high heels but at the cost of having to use her ample behind and hips as a counterbalance against her heavy chest and new center of gravity.
"Great," thought Jim, "I can walk straight in these without many problems if I don't mind waving my ass around and jutting my chest out like I'm offering out my 'pillows' for someone to rest their head on. If a girl's body movement is a language then I must be saying 'I'm hot, ready, and one step away from humping furniture so come and get it'. That's definitely not the kind of attention I want to be getting around here."
"Especially with these," murmured Jim who looked down to her bulbous appendages which were suddenly giving her discomfort. The dress that she was wearing seemed to be tighter now in the chest area and the pressure put against her breast was making them sore. Jim shifted the dress around her chest and accidentally smooshed her two breasts up against each other triggering a twinge of pain.
"Ow," yelped Jim. She quickly readjusted her dress back to where it originally was (which was still uncomfortable but didn't make her chest feel like it was in a vicegrip) and decided to leave her tender breasts alone for now. She wondered why her boobs were so sore now when she noticed that they actually seemed to be a little bit bigger than before. Upon closer inspection she saw that her breasts were slightly bulging out from the top of her dress, causing the sensitive globes to be crammed up against the now tighter fitting dress.
"Damn, it's looks like they swelled up some," thought Jim as her hands moved away from her chest and down to the sides of her stomach below the navel which she unconsciously massaged as a series of painful cramps set in. "It figures, the one part of my new body that I should be enjoying the most feels like they've gone five rounds with Evander Holyfield."
Jim continued to massage her stomach as the cramps worsened and now demanded her attention away from her swollen and raw-feeling tits.
"Oh boy, on top of everything else going on it feels like that philly cheese steak sub is coming back to haunt me. I better head back the other way towards the restroom." Jim's force of habit took over as she walked over to the left where the men's restroom was located before she stopped herself and pivoted around to head towards the nearest ladies restroom. "Well after three years of using the same restroom it's hard to break a habit. I'm just glad that I stopped myself before I had to explain to a bunch of guys why I chose their restroom to drop a deuce in."
Jim made her way back down the deserted hallway looking left to right to make sure that she was indeed alone. With no one around she tried to release a silent fart to relieve some of the growing pressure inside of her but with no success as the pressure continued to grow instead.
"God I feel awful," thought Jim as she silently fumed over her situation, "My tits hurt, my bowels are cramping, it feels like someones pumping air into my ass like I'm an infatable raft and to top it all off I feel a headache coming on. Meanwhile, Rick's out on the dance floor having a good time while I'm back here done up like a high school harlot with a bouncing chest that hurts with every fucking step I take, as I make my way to take a shit to end all shits."
Jim finally made it to the restroom just as the girls that activated Rick's spell minutes ago were exiting from their freshening up. The girls took one look at Jim walking towards them and then gave each other a "are you thinking what I'm thinking" look. In unison, each girl jutted her chest out and proceeded to mockingly walk past Jim with the same exaggerated hip swaying that Jim was utilizing to walk in her high heels.
Jim walked past the posturing girls as some blew kisses to imaginary guys, others adjusted their breasts to showcase more cleavage, and one slapped her ass like a suggestive dancer would in a rap music video. Jim tried to ignore the girls (or at least give the impression that she was ignoring them) as she opened the door leading to restroom. Her efforts to act uninterested were met with shoutouts of "work it girl" and "skank alert".
A girl with long,blond hair asked what she was doing back so soon when one of the other girls answered back, "She needs to readjust her diaphram. It's a busy night and she can't afford to have anymore kids." The group of teenage girls erupted with laughter as Jim simply ducked into the restroom seeking sanctuary from the girls and their harsh words.
The door closed muffling the laughter and offering solace to the young girl who felt injured and almost betrayed by her recent taunting. She was expecting that from the guys at the school but hearing it come from teenage girls like her, her "own kind" in her mind, that made it even worse.
In a fit of rage Jim kicked off both of her high heels and sent them violently sliding across the floor of the empty girl's restroom.
"Stupid fucking shoes," yelled Jim. She reiterated her point by running over and kicking the heel nearest to her against the wall. This rage soon subsided as she walked over to the mirror and took her first real look at herself.
The girl staring back at Jim was a short,buxom girl with tanned skin and jet black hair that went down to her shoulder blades. Every part of her looked well kept and beautiful, from the make-up on her smooth, blemish-free face to her perfectly styled hair. A sense of sadness overtook Jim who couldn't get over the fact that every inch of herself was totally different and not "himself" in any way shape or form, as if male Jim was banished from existence and replaced with some alien looking female. The sight of the beautiful young girl was too much for Jim as two streams of tears rolled down her face. Jim retreated to a stall, locked herself in and took a seat as the rivers of tears continued to flow without any resistance. The young girl on the toilet sobbed without holding back, she felt that she was entitled to cry and that she desperately needed to cry, like it was almost a godsend to be able to let it out.
"What's wrong with me," sobbed Jim as she wiped tears from her face with some nearby toilet paper. "I've never felt like this before. I mean, I've been made fun of before and I never thought twice about it. Why am I so worked up about this?"
With her tear ducts almost dry now, Jim collected her composure as she planned out what her immediate course of action would be.
"Okay, their is no need to get worked up over this. I'm going to meet Rick after the dance and get changed back. All of this will be over very soon. I just need to hide out in here until I can meet up with Rick. Right now I just need to pull down my underwear and pantyhose so I can use it and then I will be feeling much better."
But with that last thought Jim realized that she didn't even have to go "No. 2" even though her belly still cramped and her insides still felt like they contained the worlds biggest build up of methane gas.
"Waitaminute," wondered Jim, "Cramps, bloating, aching breasts, and emotional instability. It sounds like one of those commercials they play all of the time for..."
Jim pulled her dress up and pushed her pantyhose down to reveal her pink panties hugging her smooth crotch. Her assumption was proven correct beyond any doubt when she caught sight of a crimson circle the size of a quarter right in the middle of where her vagina was.
"Oh shit," sighed Jim. "I picked the wrong time of the month to have a pussy."
AUTHOR'S NOTE: For the record, I have never had a period and never will have one. I wrote this story using facts I read about on wikipedia and filled in the rest with my own assumptions on what a period would feel like. Please do not bother posting about how menstrual cramps are a little bit more to the left or how you can tell the difference between bloating and just being gassy. This is a fictitious story. If you really want to nitpick then point out that it's impossible for a guy to turn into a girl, magic doesn't exist and if a teenage girl did have powerful magic abilities then the world would be a scarier (and pinker) place to live. Thank you.
