Only everything.

Your mouth drops open. She is still standing in front of you but you aren’t sure where you are exactly. Glancing around, it is a very modern looking kitchen your brain tells you is your apartment, but you don’t live in an apartment. You are sitting on a white marble countertop, and the dress she convinced you to wear is gone. Your legs are covered in extremely ripped jeans, and the longish looking toes on your feet have perfectly painted shiny black nails. A quick glance down reveals a loose white tank top that combined with the very low hem on the jeans, shows off quite a bit of your simply amazing new strong, soft, flat, stomach and double pierced navel by sort of mean looking silver studs. “You definitely fucked up my spell.” She says with a wry grin.

“What happened?” You ask looking over your slender but strong looking bare arms, before pulling the top of your shirt forward enough to see the obviously pierced nipples of your rather tiny breasts poking against the soft fabric of a black triangle bikini top. “Am I a girl?”

Her grin grows. “Honestly, I have no idea, but fuck you are sexy. I’m guessing, 21, maybe as old as 25, hell you might be a teenager. Do you have a cock hiding in those jeans?” She asks.

“A cock? Did you cast a spell to give me a cock like yours?” You ask and a wave of confusion washes over you making you light headed. “Oh shit I was a man just a few minutes ago wasn’t I?” You ask her. She nods. Your hand, with its short but perfectly manicured glossy black nails, rubs the side of your head. Your hair is short there, buzzed short. You stare at your somewhat rough hands, you use them a lot, you aren’t a mechanic, but you vividly remember your father teaching you how to work on your first off road motorcycle. In the vision he is simultaneously old and young, as if he had you both young as you were before, and older, to explain why you are younger than you remember. “What is going on?”

“I told you to describe yourself, physically, the spell would have altered your body, lasted a day at most. You described your life, the you that you apparently wanted to be. The magic, the gods, listened and gave it to you. Pretty awesome really.” She shifts her weight, her hand rests on her hip. “Now I’m still happy to fuck your new oh so tight pussy, but if you want to save that for someone else, someone who might love you I understand. Hell you might be married. Who knows.” She spots a new looking pink iPhone that you somehow know is yours. She holds it out, your face unlocks it, and she starts typing, “Here, I’m adding myself. My name is Tessa…” She trails off and smiles wider, “Interesting, I am already in here. We might be friends. The gods will finish sorting all the memories. I’ll probably know who you are now when I wake up tomorrow.” She sets the phone down. “So, want a quick fuck, or a rain check? Do it after you get some sleep. Your life will make sense after a nights rest.”