Making it impossible to go back (Patreon)

“Are you really sure about this?” Carla’s magic teacher, Marcus, had asked before leaving the room. She had to be physically alone for this. “You won’t be able to go back.”

“I’m positive,” she remembered telling him. But she wasn’t expecting the process to be so difficult. Carla's heart raced as she sat in the center of the dimly lit, empty room. Her body trembled uncontrollably, betraying her inner turmoil. The dark magic that had changed her life surged through her veins, making her sweat profusely. Time was running out. She desperately struggled to resist the urge to transform back into her male body.

A month ago, Carla had been a man named Carl. He had been a lonely and unassuming individual, going through life without a sense of purpose or direction. But then, one fateful day, he discovered an ancient spell that promised to change his life forever. Carl, always one to take risks, decided to give it a try. The spell transformed him into a beautiful woman, and he became Carla.

For the past month, Carla had enjoyed her new body. From her gorgeous curves to the softness of her skin, she loved the way she looked, the way she felt, and the way others looked at her. Her life was transformed, and she was happier than she had ever been. However, the spell came with a catch. It specifically stated that if she remained in her transformed body for more than a month, the change would become permanent. Not only would she be stuck in her female form, but she would also lose the ability to use magic forever. But to her, it wasn’t a major deal. After falling in love with Marcus after he showed her how to make her shiver, she was willing to give everything up to stay this way permanently.

While the minutes ticked away, Carla's struggle intensified. Part of her longed to return to her male body, to the familiar and safe existence she had known for her entire life. Another part of her desperately clung to the idea of remaining as the beautiful and captivating Carla. It was almost as if her body and soul were locked in a fierce battle, neither willing to concede. Carla focused her thoughts, trying to push away the pain and fear that threatened to overwhelm her. She knew she had to make a decision, but the weight of it seemed unbearable. She closed her eyes, seeking solace within the darkness of her own mind.

As the clock struck midnight, the pain and trembling subsided. Carla opened her eyes, expecting to see herself transformed back into Carl. But as she looked down at her hands, she saw the slender fingers and manicured nails of her female body. A wave of relief washed over her, followed by a sense of triumph.

She had done it. Carla had chosen to stay in her new body, forsaking her magical abilities to preserve her newfound beauty and confidence. It was a sacrifice she was willing to make, a small price to pay for the happiness she had discovered as Carla. A relaxed smile crept over her lips as she glanced around the empty room. She knew that her life would never be the same, but that didn't matter to her. 

All that mattered was her new body and Marcus.