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🕑 Added 2025-06-17 16:00:08 +0000 UTCAs the smirking witch flipped through you magazine you and your girlfriend were trapped in, you finally resigned to your fate. Your girlfriend was long gone, her mind fully succumbing to the pleasure of being looked at, something that you were able to hold off until now. You still didn't know what you did to deserve such a cruel fate, but it didn't matter anymore as the ecstasy of being observed and read took much effort to resist and your mind finally faded, leaving a fashion magazine with your souls forever attached to it.
Only a few hours ago, you and your girlfriend were riding the train to get dinner in the city. It was your anniversary and you wanted to show her how much you appreciated her. The restaurant had a dress code so you both had to wear your most formal attire. She wore her black belted dress that complimented her figure while you wore the suit you had for important business meetings. As you both entered the train car, you realized just how out of place you both looked among the other passengers, but you paid no mind. You both chatted and laughed as the ride went on, unknowingly disturbing the witch seated across from you.
She looked up from her magazine at the ruckus you were causing and saw your formal attire, causing a malicious idea to cross your mind. She whispered an incantation, inaudible to everyone but her, and watched in glee as the magic took hold of you two. Your girlfriend noticed your changes first, pointing out your rapidly growing hair before it turned a shade of blue. You both began to panic at your sudden changes before an all-consuming heat overtook your body. Your girlfriend gasped, covering her mouth as you grew shorter and more petite. Your skin turned flawless, removing all hair and blemishes that adorned you. Your chest began to bubble as your nipples poked through your dress shirt. Breasts started to grow, pulling the shirt taut until a button shot off to reveal decent cleavage. You grabbed at your new breasts, caught off guard by their sensitivity, and moaned. You felt your butt begin to grow too, fat pouring into it from your newly toned stomach until you had a mild hourglass shape.
You looked into your reflection in the window next to your girlfriend and saw you looked more like her sister than her boyfriend, although the baggy men's clothing hid your curves well, but not for long. Your blazer rolled off your body, morphing itself into a black clutch as your white dress shirt extended to your newly plump thighs. Your pants fully changed, leaving your legs bare but thankfully your shirt was long enough to cover anything important by then. The pants wrapped around your waist, cinching the shirt as it became a nearly identical dress to your girlfriend's except for the inverted color. You felt your boxers restitch themselves into a bra and panty sex that held your new assets firmly. The heat finally faded and you were left dazed, no longer a man but and cute lady,
The changes weren't done yet however as the witch muttered another spell, this time directing you towards her magazine. You and your girlfriend felt yourself be pulled by some invisible force towards the strange woman until you hit the magazine which let you into its pages. You felt your girlfriend's back on your back as you were forced into a cute pose, hand up and smiling at the strange woman. You lost all movement, forced to stare at the person now reading you and the reflection behind her showing you and your girlfriend as nothing but ink on the cover of a fashion magazine. You mentally panicked, unable to do anything else, when a sensation of pleasure washed over you.
The woman flipped through your pages, both of your minds transferring to the currently viewed page as you felt new clothes on your body. First, it was a different, flowy dress that hung from your body. Then it was a tight pencil skirt and blouse that hugged your body perfectly. Another page had you in lingerie, a sensation that you never thought you would feel in your life, especially as nothing but an image. Every second you were admired, your mind was hit with joy as if you were made to be observed. You felt your girlfriend's mind waning, not able to resist as much as you until eventually you fell into the pleasure trap, unable to return.
The train stopped and the witch got up, clearly at her stop. She didn't even bother to take you, but you didn't care. You both lay on the seat, hoping that someone would pick you up and read you again like simple fashion magazine you were always meant to be.
