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I looked guiltily at Amy, who was listening to me with an increasingly troubled expression on her face. "I don't know why, but she literally wished, 'I wish our family had such passionate sex!' When I close my eyes, I see a graphic image of a huge male member entering a female vagina. Now, think about it: if I have a female body, whose penis will it be? Someone else's? A casual lover? No, the wish specified 'our family.' So, it will be your penis, Amy. There's no one else in our family. And magic, I think, tends to follow the path of least resistance."

"Fine, let's go home," Amy agreed, still processing the information.

A little later, Amy added, "Well, I suppose it will be interesting for me to be a man and feel what it's like. And don't blame yourself. It was my responsibility to push that bitch away from you in time. I remember her."

"I'm glad you're not mad," I sighed in relief. "Next time, we'll just have to be more careful with our wishes, and we'll find a way to undo this and return everything back to normal."

***

Surprisingly, it seemed that I had not only become more susceptible to magic but also more resistant to its side effects. When we arrived home this time, I wasn't overcome by the drowsiness I'd experienced before.

Amy and I spent the rest of the day at our computers, scouring the internet for similar cases of magical transformations. Our search yielded nothing but countless fairy tales and myths. We also tried to uncover any information about the Imperia Mall, particularly its construction, technologies, and materials used, but our efforts were fruitless.

As evening fell, we decided to take a break and indulge in some intimacy. Amy, still feeling uncomfortable with my new feminine body, suggested a position from behind, so she wouldn't have to see it. I had no objections, and soon found myself thrusting rhythmically inside her.

Normally, I would make an effort to prolong the experience for 15 to 20 minutes, but this time, after only five minutes, my newly weakened legs grew so fatigued that I barely managed to reach orgasm before collapsing onto the bed, completely drained. I helped Amy reach her climax using my fingers, which led me to wonder how lesbian women have sex. They probably have to keep their nails short, otherwise, they'd risk scratching each other pussies.

At last, both satisfied, we drifted off to sleep, our minds still racing with the bizarre turn our lives had taken.

***

I awoke the next morning to find the sky overcast and rain pouring down outside. It seemed that using magic today would be impossible, as there would be no sunlight to create the rays we needed. As I took in the dreary weather, I noticed the suitcase filled with dollars and the drone nearby, clear evidence of our previous wishesAnd then, I looked down at myself, seeing the feminine curves and knowing that the changes extended below my waist.

In any other situation, I would've rushed to the mirror to examine myself more closely, but my main concern now was to find out who was lying beside me in bed. Turning cautiously from my left side to my right, I held my breath.

To my relief, it was unmistakably Amy, albeit a male version of her. Subconsciously, I had been afraid that I'd be faced with a complete stranger, with no idea of what to expect or where the real Amy had gone. He opened his eyes and gazed at me calmly. His masculine features were attractive, and I found myself thinking that if I had been a woman from birth, I might have fallen for someone with such a face.

"Hi," he said in a deep, male voice.

"Hi," I replied, my own voice now distinctly feminine. "Do you remember who you are?"

"Your wife Amy," he answered, much to my relief. "And you know, that woman's face suits you. You look cute."

I couldn't help but chuckle at his comment. Leave it to Amy to steer the conversation away from our main concerns and focus on seemingly trivial matters. There would be plenty of time later to discuss our new appearances. For now, we had more pressing issues to tackle.

As I pulled back the blanket, I couldn't help but notice the large erection straining against the fabric of Amy's feminine underwear.

"Well, look at you!", I teased, pretending to be upset. "You haven't even been a man for long, and already your mind is filled with thoughts of sex!"

"It's not my fault!" Amy's male face flushed with embarrassment. "I woke up like this."

I couldn't help but find the situation amusing, and a mischievous grin spread across my face. "Let's see how much you're enjoying this, shall we?" I placed my hand over the prominent bulge in his panties and gently stroked it. He gasped and arched his back, eyes closed in pleasure.

"This feels amazing," he murmured.

"Just wait, it gets even better," I promised.

Slowly, I removed the panties, revealing the undeniable proof of Amy's transformation. Hairy legs, a slightly muscled abdomen, and most importantly, an impressive, throbbing cock that seemed eager to find release, to discharge sperm into any vessel suitable for this - into a pussy, into a condom, into a woman's mouth or just into the air.

I opened my mouth and slowly brought it closer to the tip of his cock, glancing at Amy out of the corner of my eye. He watched me with a mix of anticipation and lust. But at the last moment, I laughed and pulled away, climbing out of bed with a teasing smile.

"Hold on, I need to take a look at my new face. Curiosity is killing me," I said, still grinning.

Amy sighed in mock frustration, but I could see the amusement in his eyes as well.

***

As I stood before the mirror, I couldn't help but marvel at the stunning transformation that had taken place. My body was now that of a beautiful woman, with moderately sized breasts that looked absolutely amazing from the side. My crotch was clean-shaven, which I mentally attributed to the foresight of magic, and displayed perfectly formed female labia. They were plump and tightly closed with nothing protruding between them, just as I had always admired in women.

My face had become a feminine version of my old self, and I knew that if I had remained a man, I would have been incredibly attracted to such a face. I turned to the mirror, examining myself from different angles, before bending over and putting my hands behind my head, completely captivated by my new reflection.

Amy, who had been watching me with a mix of amusement and desire, finally seemed to accept that I had been teasing her. He got up from the bed and approached me, his transformed body now several centimeters taller and with a physique that could only be described as godlike. My heart skipped a beat as he wrapped his arms around me from behind, his strong hands gently cupping my breasts.

"Amy, what are you doing?" I asked with a playful smile, thrilled by the intimate contact.

"I just can't help myself," he replied in a deep, sultry voice that sent shivers down my spine. "You look so incredibly beautiful like this. And seeing you admire your new body in the mirror... well, it just turns me on."

Amy turned me around to face him, his eyes filled with a passion that mirrored my own. He pressed his lips against mine, tilting me back ever so slightly while one of his powerful hands supported me, keeping me from falling. His other hand found its way to my hair, gently caressing the strands while also ensuring I couldn't pull away from our intimate embrace.

Not that I wanted to. My mouth opened slightly, allowing his strong tongue to explore the depths of my newfound femininity. Each touch sent a delightful shiver through my body, a sensation that seemed to both tickle and tantalize at the same time. I felt a growing warmth in the pit of my stomach, an anticipation of something even more wondrous to come.

His hand left my hair and tenderly cupped my left breast, sending a wave of pleasure coursing through me that felt like the most exquisite neck kisses multiplied by ten. As he continued to caress me, tremors of excitement radiated through my body, culminating in involuntary contractions deep within my core.

In a swift, fluid motion, I found myself being guided onto the sofa. Instinctively, my legs opened, and my eager body welcomed something that felt both large, solid, elastic, and extremely pleasant. It began to move rhythmically inside me, awakening new pleasure points I had never experienced before.

Desperate for more, I wrapped my legs around his hips and pushed back against him, amplifying the sensations coursing through my body. The accumulated tension reached an unbearable peak before exploding in a flood of indescribably delicious convulsions that encompassed my entire being.

My mind was lost in a haze of ecstasy, and I barely registered the sounds of my own moans as pleasure consumed me entirely. Gradually, the involuntary muscle contractions subsided, leaving me with a profound sense of relaxation and contentment. I wrapped my arms around Amy's strong form, tenderly kissing him as we basked in the afterglow of our passionate encounter.

***

Four days had passed since our magical transformation, and the relentless rain showed no signs of letting up. With no opportunity to use the magic and return to our original forms, Amy and I spent our days poring over information we found online, making plans, and exploring our newfound physical connection.

It was astounding how easily we acclimated to our new bodies and the intense sexual experiences that came with them.

By now, I had perfected the art of giving Amy a mind-blowing blowjob, taking pleasure in his masculine moans of approval. Even with our genders swapped, it didn't faze me to have him throbbing in my mouth. In fact, the sensation of power and desire only fueled my need for more.

Whenever Amy and I were close, it was nearly impossible to keep my hands off him. I'd reach out, instinctively seeking his erection and stroking him firmly, while his masculine hands would trace over my feminine curves, teasing my nipples and sending shivers down my spine.

My new body was a sultry, lean goddess. A 32C-22-36 bombshell that was both lightweight and incredibly agile, unlocking a world of sexual positions that we eagerly explored together.

As for the magic, I stumbled upon a promising lead. If we could dig up the construction documents and determine the type of glass used in the mosaic, we could recreate a similar stained-glass window in a secluded, serene location where no one could interfere in my spellcasting. With this plan in mind, we faced the future, ready to conquer whatever challenges awaited us.

It was then that I discovered another peculiar aspect of magic -- it seemed to slowly reshape the world to match the changes it had wrought. At first, the signs were subtle; Amy's shoes fit me perfectly, the size adjusting from an 8.5 to a 7. Then, our old clothes in the closet seemed to magically alter themselves to fit our new bodies. It didn't stop there.

Amy ventured outside, and to our surprise, one of the neighbors greeted her with a casual, "Hello, Paul." In her masculine form, Amy bore no resemblance to my old self. The final confirmation came when I held Amy's driver's license in my hands and saw my new face staring back at me. The transformation was complete -- I was now Amy, and she was Paul.

Magic was a potent force, but it also proved to be merciless. Amy and I had been fortunate, considering the numerous stories I'd come across where magic users had inadvertently ended up in animal bodies, transformed into statues or mannequins, or even turned into items of clothing.

The question now was whether it was worth the risk to use magic again. This my female body was healthy, beautiful, and provided immense pleasure. I even found myself contemplating the possibility of bearing a child or two in the future. With a vast fortune at our disposal, we had more than enough for a comfortable lifetime. It was time to have a serious discussion with Amy about our future and the role magic would play in it.