A pussy.

You surprise yourself with your answer, “A pussy.” Then add, “If you can really do it.”

“Oh I can, trust me.” She leans down, lifts your dress, and gently fondles your manhood as she helps you up to sit on your kitchen counter. “How girly do you want to go?”

“Oh, I don’t know. Is it permanent? What kind of control do you have? Like, what are my options?” Your heart flutters, you are actually rather surprised at how excited you sound.

“It can be permanent, or just for fun, I have a bit of control, but so do you and so does the will of the forces of nature that grant me the few spells I know.” She gives your balls a lick. “For someone so excited, so willing, easiest way, I start casting, you try to form a mental image, and just call out descriptive things. Like, huge tits, or cute little boyish titties, my favorite by the way. The spell, your will, my will, and those beyond, take all that in, and your form will shift.” She stops playing with your now painfully hard cock, and stands. “Ready?”

“Okay.” You say with a gulp.

She smiles, “Okay, say your descriptors, out loud, normal speaking volume.” Then she starts chanting and making intricate hand gestures.