Even wizards can get lonely. There lives one such wizard. Somewhere in the United Kingdom, a wizard, whose secret powers are unknown to the world, is in sad shape. Women were avoiding him like a virus. He admits that he is not attractive. His geeky features were not popular amongst anyone who knew him. But he was no quitter. If he had to make himself a girlfriend, he would. Fortunately, he had a better idea.
Via chemicals and, of course, magic, the wizard concocted this unique perfume, where it turns even the most homely of girls into statuesque hotties. The only problem now was where and how he was going to find a test subject, willing or not. A slow search around town eventually resulted in taking home a freckle-faced, four-and-a-half-feet-tall redhead with hair that resembles a mop. She appeared to be timid and badly introverted. If he were to flinch, she might jump out of her ballet flats. She was the perfect test subject for him.
Once they returned to his basement, he told her that he could "change her life for the better". It seemed like an empty promise to her, but he was determined to not make it so. He grabbed the experimental perfume and asked her to stay still as he sprayed her twice. After a few minutes, nothing had happened. The wizard was disappointed and greatly dismayed.
"I thought it would change your appearance immediately." He bemoaned. "I-I'm sorry I wasted your time."
But just as she was about to walk away, she got the shivers. She couldn't control her body as she shook all over. What's happening to me? She thought. What did he do to me?
Then, as if to answer her, her pale skin began to tan, starting with her hands before spreading to her arms. Her dull, mousy brown hair began curling by itself before turning blonde. A look of horror appeared on her face as she looked at her changed arms and hair, but then, her legs, which were like tree stumps, began stretching as if rubbery to become very long. They then thinned, becoming those of a supermodel. Her square-like figure caved in on itself while her hips creaked outward to hourglass shape. Her unnoticeable breasts then suddenly ballooned to ample size.
"What did you... do to me?" She put her hands to her mouth as her voice changed midway through her question and the last of the changes began. Her double chin melted away into oblivion and her rounded face reshaped, giving her head the shape of an upside-down teardrop. The transformation finally over, she looked at her new, bigger mounds and then, the rest of her new body. At a loss for words, she grabbed her breasts, which now made her top look comically small on her frame. Her pants fared no better, now going down to her knees and appearing like they could rip at the slightest bend. Fortunately, the wizard was prepared for such an occasion.
A change of clothes later...
The wizard looked up and down at his "handiwork" as his "test subject" admired herself in his full-length mirror. Even she had liked what he had done. But the wizard had hoped that the perfume had done other thing to her. He wouldn't have to wait too long for his answer.
"Hey. You're not seeing anyone, are you?" She asked the wizard, breaking him out of his daze.
She just asked if he was single. He was trying to hold back his enthusiasm as he shook his head. Could she be asking him to date him?
"Are you doing anything tonight?" Again, he shook his head.
"Would you like me to take you out somewhere?" He finally asked. "I have the money for it."
It was true. He did have more money than he knew what to do with. Alas, all the money in the world was nothing if he had no girl to share it with. Most of it was safely in the bank, naturally. Now, it would be going to good use.
"I'd like that." She answered. Her voice was soft piano music to his ears. He was over the moon with joy. His perfume had worked. He finally had a girl and, before long, she'd be dating him. He couldn't wait to show her off, body and all. He was certain to make other men green with envy as strutted her stilettos along the sidewalks. The magic of his perfume would make it so she would be loyal to him and him alone. Men and women alike were sure to question how a homely sort like him could "bag" a hot body like her, his "trophy".
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