Body of Mind

The infamous spell of shapeshifting, or more officially - Body of Mind, that allowed you to change into whatever you wished, changing not only shape but also size and nervous system. It had caused considerable problems in time long forgotten, when wizards seemed to be just about everywhere and everything. It was said that only through the most potent and wise of mages the ones, that were always changing stabilized, but becoming not themselves again - nowadays they were the most magical artifacts known, because having forgotten their humanity the wizards-things still chanelled the pure magical **** providing it to the user. As for the spell itself, it was erased entirely and no one even suspected that it was possible for a shapeshifter to arise again.

Nonetheless, Aaralon always wished he would become one of them. And now, after all these years, it seemed like it was just about to happened. He read the Message again and copied the spell itself to a second sheet of paper. Then he burned the first one - no sense in leaving the unimportant parts - like warnings and stuff - for someone ordinary to read. Then he began preparations for casting the spell - it needed quite a few rare ingredients that you need to drink in right proportions and then say a secret change formula. It took him a few days...

'...Ar'khan'th si'ctha w'vi'rya th'au C'ya.' he finished the spell. He waited a while, but nothing seemed to have changed. He was still in his study. He felt no different. 'Something must have gone wrong' he said to himself and extended his arm to take the paper again and check if he has done everything right. His didn't even think about it when his arm streched but when he grabbed the paper he paused and found out that he'd succeded. His arm was now almost two meter long and it grew almost without his consious thought. It just happened. Now, he thought, the possibilities are infinite.

Suddenly, he heard steps behind he doors. 'Hello, Aaralon, are you there?' a female voice said. He couldn't match it with anyone he knew and when the woman knocked a few times he began to panic. Damn, he thought, she will surely sense to much magic around me and report it to one of the elders. The doorknob began to turn and he was still standing there in the middle of the room with a magical aura that would be visible from moon if not all the stone walls around. Then what seemed a good idea occured to him...

He began to change, at first slowly and then more and more rapidly. Suddenly he couldn't see or hear anymore - he have lost these senses. It seemed that the only one that was left for him was touch. He couldn't also move. Oh, he could easily stretch his body shapeshifting, but he just couldn't make any ordinary move. The time seemed so strange now... He tried to remember what he was changing into, what was he before... And suddenly all was clear again, he was too eager to change and almost erased his own mind. Now, as he wanted to think, the braincells emerged again in what seemed to be a... chair. Yep, sure thing, he thought, I planned changing into this piece of furniture, I just made some minor mistakes in the process, no matter now...

Then the last sense, that he still possesed began sending him some new information. He switched from thinking into feeling...

Somebody must have sit on him while he was contemplating the change process and the body surely felt a little feminine. He streched a little here and there, allowing some small parts of his now wooden body touch the one sitting on him. 'Yep, definitely woman, young one by the feels. Lets see how will she react if I do something like that.'

He extended a, well, he extended something that was more or less wooden tongue and began slowly carresing the females legs. She shifted her position as if sighting and Aaralon suddenly thought it would be good to have some eyes and see who was he having fun with. He blinked, he got his eyes again. But they seemed to be in some strange position. After a while of looking at something he didn't quite distinguish, he realized his eyes were just about the top of the chair he was now and what he was looking at was someones back. He tried raising his eyes a little and, of course, it was no problem, he saw lots of red hair in a rather short ponytail. 'Well, well - he thought - so I've got a redhead sitting on me. Guess luck is still on my side.'

He wished his eyes were on some moving mass, say like snail ones, but more agile, and of course they were. He could easily move them around and watch just about everything around. He took a quick glance around and saw that he was still in his room and it was somewhere around noon, guesing from the outdoor light coming from the half-opened window. Then he looked down, on himself. He looked like quite an ordinary chair, something that you could expect in a students room. The woman sitting on him was not as ordinary. She looked rather like some kind of goddesses of old, surely one of universities most beautiful. If not the long robe she was wearing he could have easily seen her other features that were now hidden, but seemed to not only match but also far extend the beauty of her visible parts...

She seemed to be thinking about something and not paying attention to her surroundings. Aaralon was more than happy to have her here not suspecting what was going to happen...