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Okay, this is getting ridiculous. When my friend initially brought up the idea, I thought he was crazy. But after interview after interview, I still found myself jobless.

“If I had access to literal magic, I’d become a chick and make job searches a piece of cake.” That’s what he’d said. Of course, I’d laughed it off at the time, but I found myself feeling more and more desperate.

If only I had access to something convenient like mind control, it would be much simpler. But my family’s magic was designed to change the caster. Eventually, I decided that it could hurt to try. To be safe, I kept the changes small.

I had to reduce my body size, but I gave myself a face that looked feminine without needing makeup, kept my breasts small (although, they still looked massive attached to my chest), and left my hair on the short side. To my dismay, I was hired immediately. It didn’t feel great, but I figured I could always quit once I’d worked there long enough.

However, my starting salary wasn’t the best, so this would take me quite a while.

“If you man up and make your boobs bigger, you’ll get more attention from your supervisors. Then, they’ll be happy to promote you!” My friend chimed in with more advice.

I didn’t like the idea, but following his advice had worked before. So, I gradually increased my cup size over the next month to avoid making the change too obvious.

By the time Christmas came around, I found myself getting included in more meetings, and my bonus was spectacular. But a bonus felt so fleeting. I really needed a promotion if I wanted to secure a stable position.

“Getting attention is just getting your foot into the door. If you really want to convince your supervisors, you need to get them to really like you. Right now, you’re just a plain girl with giant knockers. You should dress more femininely!”

As promising as that sounded, it’s not like either of us knew anything about how girls dressed. I’d practically been dressing like a tomboy before now. I hated the idea of changing my mind, but I didn’t see any other option. So, I used a spell to give myself a woman’s fashion sense.

Soon, I’d gone from a pantsuit to tight skirts, leggings, sleeveless tops, and high heels. Every morning, my body would apply makeup to my face as though I had done it my entire life. Then, I’d dress myself in a sexy outfit and smoothly walk out in outrageously high heels without so much as stumbling.

The worst part was that I would dress myself in revealing clothes even when I was at home. My new fashion sense meant that I couldn’t stand any of my old clothes, and I’d thrown them out. I wondered if my friend was being motivated by something else, but I couldn’t deny that my coworkers would speak to me more frequently with this change.

Finally, after a week, my supervisor called me alone into his office. He mentioned how impressed he’d been with my progress, and that he was considering me for a promotion. But in order to seal the deal, I needed to be willing to take him out to discuss privately over dinner. I immediately felt sick, and I ran out of his office apologizing.

“What’s the big deal? It’s what you’ve been working for! Just one step further and you’re in! Can’t you just suffer through it and wipe your memory of it later?” Something about what he was saying felt wrong, but I couldn’t help but feel tempted by the offer in front of me. Was it really so bad?

To help myself get through it, I cast one final spell to reduce my inhibitions about being with men. When I returned to work the next day, I felt the stares from my coworkers much less. This was actually kind of nice. After apologizing and telling my supervisor that I’d reconsidered his offer, I agreed to his date.

Despite my initial reluctance, I found myself feeling elated and bubbly. After dinner was over, my supervisor offered to take me back to his office, and I found myself agreeing without a thought. When we reached his office, he asked me to strip, and I knew I was in trouble. My hands were already reaching down to comply, and I couldn’t stop them. Perhaps that last spell wasn’t quite what I’d expected.

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Okay, this is getting ridiculous. When my friend initially brought up the idea, I thought he was crazy. But after interview after interview, I still found myself jobless.

“If I had access to literal magic, I’d become a chick and make job searches a piece of cake.” That’s what he’d said. Of course, I’d laughed it off at the time, but I found myself feeling more and more desperate.

If only I had access to something convenient like mind control, it would be much simpler. But my family’s magic was designed to change the caster. Eventually, I decided that it could hurt to try. To be safe, I kept the changes small.

I had to reduce my body size, but I gave myself a face that looked feminine without needing makeup, kept my breasts small (although, they still looked massive attached to my chest), and left my hair on the short side. To my dismay, I was hired immediately. It didn’t feel great, but I figured I could always quit once I’d worked there long enough.

However, my starting salary wasn’t the best, so this would take me quite a while.

“If you man up and make your boobs bigger, you’ll get more attention from your supervisors. Then, they’ll be happy to promote you!” My friend chimed in with more advice.

I didn’t like the idea, but following his advice had worked before. So, I gradually increased my cup size over the next month to avoid making the change too obvious.

By the time Christmas came around, I found myself getting included in more meetings, and my bonus was spectacular. But a bonus felt so fleeting. I really needed a promotion if I wanted to secure a stable position.

“Getting attention is just getting your foot into the door. If you really want to convince your supervisors, you need to get them to really like you. Right now, you’re just a plain girl with giant knockers. You should dress more femininely!”

As promising as that sounded, it’s not like either of us knew anything about how girls dressed. I’d practically been dressing like a tomboy before now. I hated the idea of changing my mind, but I didn’t see any other option. So, I used a spell to give myself a woman’s fashion sense.

Soon, I’d gone from a pantsuit to tight skirts, leggings, sleeveless tops, and high heels. Every morning, my body would apply makeup to my face as though I had done it my entire life. Then, I’d dress myself in a sexy outfit and smoothly walk out in outrageously high heels without so much as stumbling.

The worst part was that I would dress myself in revealing clothes even when I was at home. My new fashion sense meant that I couldn’t stand any of my old clothes, and I’d thrown them out. I wondered if my friend was being motivated by something else, but I couldn’t deny that my coworkers would speak to me more frequently with this change.

Finally, after a week, my supervisor called me alone into his office. He mentioned how impressed he’d been with my progress, and that he was considering me for a promotion. But in order to seal the deal, I needed to be willing to take him out to discuss privately over dinner. I immediately felt sick, and I ran out of his office apologizing.

“What’s the big deal? It’s what you’ve been working for! Just one step further and you’re in! Can’t you just suffer through it and wipe your memory of it later?” Something about what he was saying felt wrong, but I couldn’t help but feel tempted by the offer in front of me. Was it really so bad?

To help myself get through it, I cast one final spell to reduce my inhibitions about being with men. When I returned to work the next day, I felt the stares from my coworkers much less. This was actually kind of nice. After apologizing and telling my supervisor that I’d reconsidered his offer, I agreed to his date.

Despite my initial reluctance, I found myself feeling elated and bubbly. After dinner was over, my supervisor offered to take me back to his office, and I found myself agreeing without a thought. When we reached his office, he asked me to strip, and I knew I was in trouble. My hands were already reaching down to comply, and I couldn’t stop them. Perhaps that last spell wasn’t quite what I’d expected.