Jack was regretting stealing the old suitcase from the smart looking old gentleman at the railway station when he put it down to get a cup of coffee from a vending machine.
He was hoping it contain something valuable but when he made it far enough a way from the railway station he pulled out his knife and jimmied the lock.
Inside was just a couple of dusty old books with titles in a language he did not understand.
He squatted their rummaging through the suitcase looking for anything else.
But the minute one of his hands touched one of the books he felt a cold chill rap his body which made him feel like the air was being slowly and painfully squeezed out of his lungs which was threatening to make him blackout.
But just as quickly as it had started it stopped and the cold feeling throughout his body was replaced by a feeling of warmth and joy & the overwriting urge to return this suitcase to its owner.
It wasn’t until he tried to get up onto his feet that he noticed the other changes that had happened to him and why the two old men sitting on the bench opposite him were staring so intently at him as he felt a cold breeze around his bare legs which told him he was no longer wearing his trousers.
He looked down and was greeted by the sight of two beautiful breasts that were barely concealed in a very low cut dress then his gaze fell on his beautiful shaved legs that ended in a pair of beautiful high heels and then it dawned upon him why the men was so intently looking at him.
He was now a woman squatting there with his legs wide open showing the world what he now had between his legs as he shoved one trembling hand up his dress and his worst fears were confirmed when he could not find his dick which almost made him topple over on his high heels.
He struggled to his feet barely able to stay upright on his high heels and gave the two old men who were watching him so intently the middle finger before picking up the suitcase which was a lot more heavier now & still in a state of shock unsteadily made his way down the road heading back to the railway station hoping the old man was still there and could undo whatever had happened to him.
Still unaware that the suitcase he stole belong to a wizard who was sitting at the railway station drinking his coffee waiting for him to bring the suitcase back grateful that he had remembered to hex it before going on holiday.
