I became my crush by accident (Patreon)

From the time I could remember, I had been drawn towards the world of spells and enchantments. One of my favorite spells was astral projection, a technique that would allow my spirit to wander free while my body remained stationary. But today just wasn’t my day.

I did what I normally did. I initiated the same spell so I could see what Madeline was doing. I knew it was creepy, but I wanted to be near her, to observe her, even if it was as an invisible specter. The spell worked flawlessly. As an unseen entity, I moved through the city, weaving my way through the crowd, until I reached her apartment. I watched her, transfixed by her beauty, her grace, her charm. But the longer I stared, a rush of heat and darkness flowed through my soul. It was the weirdest feeling, especially since I had never experienced this type of thing before.

I brushed it off and ended the spell. But when I opened my eyes, a jarring unfamiliarity took hold. I felt different, strange. I sat up, only to be confronted by a startling sight. I was in a room that wasn't my own, adorned in fineries and artwork that were certainly beyond my means. My heart pounded, and with a sudden lurch, I looked down. I wasn't in my body.

Instead, I was greeted by the sight of a woman's body. It took me a few disoriented moments to realize whose body I was in. Every feature, every detail was identical to the woman I had been invisibly visiting just moments ago. I was Madeline, and the area between my legs was becoming hot and wet. The feminine sensations sent my mind into shock while I rushed to a mirror. The reality of my situation slowly began sinking in. I was staring into Madeline’s reflection with a shocked look.

Sure, my body’s transformation was perfect. I had every one of her beautiful features. The woman I had admired from afar was now me, except the more I stared, the more I realized that I was actually a blend of what I used to be. I saw all of my old moles and the small scar I had on my knee from falling one too many times. “Did I accidently create a blended copy of her and me?” I whispered with her beautiful voice. “Was it because I stared longer than I normally do?”

Suddenly, I felt a wave of panic wash over me, especially when I felt like something else was off about my body. Desperately, I tried to initiate the astral projection spell again, hoping it would correct the terrible mistake. But something had changed. Magic, which had always been my ally, was no longer responding. I was stuck in Madeline's body, unable to resort to the very spell that had landed me in this bizarre predicament.

Horror flooded me - I had become a transformed version of Madeline, but I was now a mere shell of the witch I used to be. I tried again and again to initiate the spell, to escape this beautiful cage I was in. I was a trapped soul in the body of the woman I admired. I had become the very person I had spent countless hours watching from the shadows. But when I finally pulled down my underwear and felt my throbbing nub, I decided that this might have been the best mistake I had ever made.