Hot One

I strutted down the runway,stroking my long hair in the process. Even six months ago, the footwear would have given me trouble, but now I handled the heels like a pro. The dress and the coat clung to my body, accentuating the curves. I was feeling good. I had recently added blonde highlights to my brunette hair—a sure sign I was getting used to my new from. Being a wizard forced into a female body to avoid my enemies sucked, but hey, if I was going to be a girl, I was going to be a hot one.


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