… no

“Um, maybe not! I want to remain me in my head, okay" he said, his voice hoarse.

They sat in silence for a moment, Janice stroking her chin, deep in thought. "Okay, okay, no more spells for now," she conceded, placing the book on the floor. "But we do need to figure out how to tell your parents without them, you know, flipping out."

Mark nodded, eyes wide. "How am I going to explain this to anyone?"

Janice took a deep breath. "We'll break it to them gently. Tell them you had an accident and need to stay with me for a bit."

“Accident? This doesn’t look like an accident. It’s a whole different me!” Mark’s voice was a mix of panic and disbelief.

Janice took a step back, her hand dropping from her chin. "Okay, okay, not the best idea," she admitted. "But we can't just ignore it. Your parents are going to notice something's up."

Mark’s eyes darted around the room before landing on the book again. "We have to use the books," she said with a sudden burst of determination. "There's gotta be something in here that can help us."

They started combing through dusty tomes, focusing on the body one, Janice's eyes scanning pages filled with incantations that increased the girth and width of a man’s manhood, spells that enlarged breasts or youthened bodies or enhanced libidos or accentuated pleasure or made one weak or strong, while Mark flipped through the mind book more cautiously, her heart racing at the thought of how far a persons mind could be altered and controlled by these spells. Or enhanced. One spell gave a photographic memory, there were spells of lust and obedience and geas and hate and bimbofication and... mind boggling. It was mind boggling and Marks mind boggled.

The attic grew warm as the afternoon sun streamed through the small, cobwebbed windows, casting a golden glow over the piles of ancient texts.

"Here, let me see," Mark said, taking the book of spells from Janice’ hands. "We need to find something that can reverse this."

The pages whispered as Mark flipped through them. Each spell had a title that seemed more bizarre than the last: "Transmutation to animal, Cum addiction, lactation, Conjoined sex organ. What the fuck!? Nothing about reversing a gender change. This is useless," mark murmured.

Janice leaned over her shoulder, grabbing the book. The soft scent of fear mingling with the musty aroma of the old books. "We're never going to find it," she said, her voice a tremble. “Wait! It says here if you get cum in you the change is irreversible!”

Mark’s eyes went wide with horror. “What? No way!”

Janice flipped through the pages, her brow furrowed in concentration. "It's in the fine print of the first spell," she said, her voice shaking slightly. "But don't worry, you won’t get semen in you! Right?"

Mark looked at Janice, her eyes a mix of hope and dread. "Yeah, I don't plan on... that," she replied, her cheeks flushing. She was suddenly thinking about sucking a cock and it cuming in her mouth. Or in her new pussy. It scared and … really excited her in unequal measure and she was surprised by her bodies response. Were her nipples getting erect? Was she getting … wet? She didn’t want to have sex… didn’t she? And if it meant staying like this surely she could restrain herself. Right?!

Janice nodded in agreement to reassure her friend. "Okay, let's keep looking." She turned the pages back to the index and scanned through the section on reversals. "Here," she exclaimed, pointing to a page titled "Return to Form."

Mark leaned in closer, her breath hot on Janice's neck. "What does it say?" She was getting turned on by her own thoughts. A big, thick cock. Hmmmmmmm.

Janice began to read the instructions for the "Return to Form" spell, her eyes moving rapidly across the page. "Okay, it looks like it's a pretty straightforward reversal," she said, relief in her voice.

Mark's pulse quickened. "How do we do it?" She shouldn’t. Not yet. Not so soon. She should find out more about this new arousal she was feeling.

"Well, it says all we have to do is read this reversal spell," Janice said, holding the book open.

Mark’s heart was racing. "Really? That's it?" It seemed so simple. Such and anticlimax. And she was interested … no she wanted a climax. And she could make Janice into a man!

Janice nodded, her eyes still glued to the book. "It says that once the reversal spell is read, the caster's true form will be restored immediately."

“Wait… I… um… I want to try out sex in my new body first…” Mark said.

“Um Mark. I’m not a lesbian!” Janice said.

“Neither am I. I’m straight. But… um… I’m a straight woman… so I’d like you to use the gender change spell too!” Mark says.

Janice's eyes widened in surprise. "What? Mark, I don't think that's a good idea. We don't know what that could do to me. And if you get cum in you you’ll stay a girl!”

Marcy looked at Janice with a mix of desperation and excitement. "But Janice, I've never been this way before. I want to know what it's like to be a girl, really know. Just for a little while."

Janice sighed, understanding the curiosity but not the need for such a potentially drastic action. "Alright, Mark," she said, using his name deliberately to remind him of his true identity. "If we're going to do this, we have to be safe."

They descended the creaky stairs to Janice's bedroom, where the air was cooler and the light dimmer. Janice rummaged through her nightstand, her cheeks burning with a mix of embarrassment and disbelief at the situation. She pulled out a pack of condoms, the shiny foil glinting in the light.

"Here," she said, tossing one to Mark. "Make sure you put it on right."

Mark caught the condom awkwardly, her hands still unaccustomed to the delicate touch required by her new form. Janice cleared her throat, trying to push aside the swirl of emotions that filled her chest.