One moment you were just hanging around the house. The next, a crackling burst of pink light slammed into your chest before your sister could stop it. Marie had been practicing a feminizing spell on herself — something she'd found in an old charm book. She mispronounced one word. One word, and now the spell is anchored to you instead of her. You can already feel something faintly different. A slight softness at the edges. Nothing dramatic yet — but Marie is staring at you with wide, horrified eyes, the charm book clutched to her chest. She has no idea how fast the changes will come, or if she can reverse it in time.