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MidReal Story
The Mysterious Girl Next To Me
Scenario:Je viens de decouvrire que je suis un magicien, mais des mon premier cours de magie dans l'ecole pour mage un autre eleve ma transformer en fille et me voila avec un sex feminin a 15 ans... que faire?
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Ethan
He is a new student at the school for mages. He is curious, naive, and determined. Ethan discovers he has magical abilities and enrolls in the school for mages. During his first magic lesson, he is unexpectedly transformed into a girl. Conflicted about his new identity, Ethan struggles to come to terms with his changed body and learn to control his magic. His journey involves selfdiscovery, friendship, and dealing with the emotional aftermath of his transformation.
Derek
He is a student at the school for mages and Lila's friend. He is protective, humorous, and sociable. Derek befriends Ethan after meeting him in class and quickly becomes a supportive friend. He helps Ethan adjust to the mage school's environment and teases him about his new body. Derek provides comic relief and camaraderie among their group of friends, encouraging them to support one another through challenges and adventures at the school.
Lila
She is a student at the school for mages. She is supportive, friendly, and confident. Lila meets Ethan after he transforms at the school and becomes his classmate. She helps him navigate the mage school's social dynamics and introduces him to other students, including her friends Derek and Sienna. Lila provides guidance and reassures Ethan about adapting to his new body and identity. Her presence offers Ethan muchneeded comfort and friendship in his transition.
I never thought that I would be a magician.
Until last week, I was just a normal boy living my life without any idea that I had magical powers.
But then, I found out that I could do magic, and it changed everything.
I was so excited to learn more about my powers and how to use them, so I enrolled in the school for mages immediately.
Today was my first day, and I couldn’t wait to start my lessons.
"Okay, now it’s time for our first lesson," my teacher said, smiling at us.
"I want you all to take out your wands and follow my lead carefully."
I took out my wand and held it in my hand, ready to follow the teacher’s instructions.
The teacher started saying words in a language I didn’t understand, and slowly raised her wand.
Following the rest of the class, I also raised my wand and repeated the words she was saying.
Suddenly, the teacher pointed her wand at me, and I felt a strange sensation wash over me.
I looked down at my body and realized with horror that I was transforming into a girl.
My chest grew larger, my hips became more pronounced, and my hair grew longer and darker.
My pants became too short and my shirt too tight as my body changed.
The rest of the class gasped in shock as they realized what was happening to me.
The teacher’s eyes widened in surprise.
I stood there frozen in place, my heart pounding in my chest.
I looked around the room at my classmates, who were all staring at me with wide eyes.
Some of them whispered behind their hands, while others looked away quickly when I caught their gaze.
My new body felt strange and foreign to me.
The weight on my chest threw off my balance, and my clothes strained uncomfortably against my skin.
I gripped my wand tightly in my hand, my knuckles turning white as I tried to make sense of what was happening to me.
"Are you okay?" the teacher asked cautiously, her wand still pointed at me.
"I don’t know," I replied, my voice shaking slightly.
"I feel...different."
The teacher lowered her wand slowly, still watching me carefully.
"You look different too," she said softly.
"Your body has changed. You are now a girl."
I looked down at myself again, taking in the changes that had occurred.
It was true - I was now a girl, with long dark hair and a curvy figure.
My clothes were too tight and short for my new body, and I felt awkward and uncomfortable in them. "What happened to me?"
I asked the teacher, feeling confused and scared.
"I don’t know," she replied gently.
"It seems that someone has cast a spell on you. But don’t worry, we will figure out who did this and reverse the spell as soon as possible."
I nodded slowly, trying to process everything that was happening to me.
But before I could say anything else, I heard a loud noise coming from the back of the classroom.
I turned around quickly to see what it was, and saw one of the boys in the back row smirking slightly before he looked away quickly.
I couldn’t help but wonder if he had something to do with what had just happened to me.
I locked eyes with him, determined to uncover the truth.
The teacher grabs my arm and hurries me out of the classroom, her heels clicking against the stone floor.
We walk down empty corridors lined with portraits of former headmasters, their eyes following us as we pass.
I can hear them whispering and pointing at me behind my back.
We finally reach a door labeled "Infirmary" and the teacher pushes it open.
She pulls out a spare uniform from a cabinet and hands it to me.
It’s a girl’s uniform - a white blouse, a pleated skirt, and a blazer.
My face burns as I take it from her.
"You’ll need to wear this until we figure out what to do with you," she says.
She gestures to a privacy screen in the corner of the room.
"You can change behind there."
I take the uniform and go behind the screen, trying to make sense of the unfamiliar clothes.
I struggle with the bra clasps for a few minutes before I finally manage to get them undone.
I pull off my old clothes and put on the new ones, feeling awkward in the tight skirt and blouse. As I’m changing, I can hear the teacher talking on her phone on the other side of the screen.
She’s speaking in hushed tones, but I can make out some of what she’s saying.
"...don’t know how it happened... need to find out who did this... can’t let her wander around like that..."
I pull on the blazer and smooth down my skirt before stepping out from behind the screen.
The teacher looks up at me and nods approvingly.
"You look much better," she says.
"Now, let’s go over some rules. You are not allowed to wander around the school alone. You must check in with a member of staff every hour. And you are not allowed to use any magic until we figure out what happened to you."
I nod slowly, trying to remember all of her instructions.
The teacher looks at me critically for a moment before nodding again.
"Good," she says.
"Good," she says.
"Now, let’s get you back to class."
She leads me out of the infirmary and back down the corridor.
I grip my old clothes tightly in a bundle against my chest, trying not to trip over my own feet in these strange Mary Jane shoes.
The corridor seems longer than it did before, and the ceiling seems higher.
Everything towers over me, and I have to fight the urge to duck down to avoid being hit by the portraits on the wall.
I stumble twice, my center of gravity thrown off by my new proportions.
The teacher puts a hand on my shoulder to steady me, but her touch only makes me feel more awkward and self-conscious.
We reach the classroom door and she pushes it open for me.
I hesitate for a moment, not wanting to go inside and face all those staring eyes again.
But she gives me a gentle push forward, and I have no choice but to go inside. My hand trembles as I reach for the doorknob, the sleeve of my blouse sliding down my now-slender wrist.