Morina & the Switching Spell Ch. 05 - Sex Stories

Morina & the Switching Spell Ch. 05

... figured it out in a couple of hours?" Agatha asked skeptically.

Amanda stood up and walked (well, staggered) over to us.

"She'sh tellin' you the trooth," Amanda said, unbuttoning the WASP blouse she was wearing. "Take a look. I got real titsh now."

She pulled the blouse open, showing her my C cup bra.

Agatha and I both laughed.

"Yes, I see them. You can put them away now, Mandy," Agatha said.

"You know, I hadn't noticed until now how comfortable these smaller breasts are," I said, placing my hands over by boobs. "They fit my hands perfectly and they're every bit as sensitive."

"Oooh! Let me toush them again. I love toushing those pointy nissples," Amanda said, slurring. She was staring at my chest, which had belonged to her a little over an hour ago.

"Let's switch back and you can touch them all you want," I said, smiling.

"Wait, did you say switch?" Agatha asked.

"Yes. That's the only way the spell works. Our bodies are too complex for a spell to incorporate all the nuances needed to turn a person into an exact duplicate of another individual. Even identical twins aren't exactly identical. Any witch who has tried it has run out of magical power before the spell can be completed," I explained.

"So, instead of transmogrifying a witch into a different witch, we switched each other's essence. Not only was it easier, but it avoids all the mutation errors that have happened in the past. Technically, we didn't ...

... actually transmogrify," I said.

"That's ingenious!" Agatha exclaimed.

"We call it a Shwitsching Shpell," Amanda slurred.

"That's what we're calling it, a 'Switching Spell,' but it acts the same as a double transmogrification," I said, laughing.

"Let me see you switch back," Agatha asked.

Amanda and I quickly got undressed and sat on the floor cross-legged and across from each other, holding hands.

"Ready?" I asked, looking across to my body. I watched her eyes close.

"Ready," Amanda said.

I closed my eyes and opened my mouth.

"Kindred spirits,

With common goals,

Making mischief,

Reverse their souls!"

Through my closed eyelids, I felt the room darken as the air got colder. A weaker whirlwind started up but petered out quickly and the room got brighter again. This time, there was no sense of dizziness. I opened my eyes.

Nothing changed. I was still in Amanda's body holding hands with my body.

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Next Chapter: Two switched witches and a bitch.

*Author Notes:

Morgan Spellman was a pilot in the 5-1-4 FS, and he died on 1 February 1945. He was from Minnesota.

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