"So, are we doing this or not?" Syryn asked the blond anti mage who was pinned under him.

Rowan had been trying to get some work done whilst sitting on the bed and relaxing after a hard day's work. But his mage had come to him from a bath, eyes shining with mischief.

He was now pinned to the bed and Syryn was sitting right over his crotch, moving his butt in a tantalising rhythm that turned Rowan hard. The anti mage's hands flew to Syryn's hips and held him in place.

"Clothes off, Ryn," he said in a low voice. "Someone's getting punished for distracting me from work."

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Another morning, another day of slogging through boring alchemy, Syryn thought in a drowsy stupor. He was still in bed and Rowan was pressed up against him like every other morning.

Syryn had a feeling that something was wrong. He had been too sleepy to figure out exactly what was it that was bothering him but now it was getting more obvious.

His hand moved to touch the arm that was hanging over his hips. He was not in bed with Rowan.

HE WAS NOT IN BED WITH ROWAN!

Syryn panicked. Who was in bed with him then?!

The alchemist thought back to the night before. Rowan and he had done the horizontal dance before falling asleep. He was still in bed in their room so unless Rowan had replaced himself with this person in bed, it meant that - what did it mean?!

The smooth arm snaked across his hip again, caressing him sensually, and the stranger pressed closer. That's when Syryn felt it.

"Breasts!" He screamed in outrage and scrambled away from the naked woman with whom he had slept. Falling to the floor, Syryn stared at the gorgeous creature in bed that wasn't Rowan.

Luscious gold locks lay across the two mounds of perfection that sat on her chest like globes. Syryn stared at them in horror because she looked just like Rowan, but a female version.

"Oh my," the lady calmly said as she noticed how enormous her breasts were. She, this not Rowan, lifted the blanket covering her naked form and took a peek under it. Her beautiful brows drew together in concern even as she threw the blanket off and gave Syryn an eyeful of what was possibly the sexiest feminine body he had ever seen.

Her lovely chest area tapered down to a slim waist, and then it swelled into a curvy hip which followed the line of supple thighs and long toned legs.

"Syryn, is this your fault?" Rowan asked as he smiled dangerously at the shell shocked mage.

So beautiful! Was Syryn's only coherent thought. Rowan was a calamitous beauty. Why was he surprised? Rowan was always a calamitous beauty. Blue eyes narrowed at him.

"Ryn, stop gaping."

"Oh my god."

Syryn stood up in a daze.

"Rowan, you have a- " he looked at the spot between Rowan's thighs and immediately felt his legs go soft. This was a disaster.

"Syryn, it's probably not permanent," Rowan assured the mage who looked to be one second away from a nervous breakdown. Rowan had a low husky voice. It was feminine and sexy.

"Why are you not panicking?!" Syryn asked the blonde.

"How will that solve the problem?" Rowan asked in return. Soft pink lips distracted Syryn from whatever outburst was ready on his tongue.

"Syryn?"

The mage's gaze snapped back up to the blue eyes, the only exact feature that stuck through this change.

"I'm sorry," Syryn said to the anti mage. "I think I know what's caused this."

"You do?" Rowan shifted on the bed and his breasts moved with him. Syryn was shocked. Those breasts were really attached to Rowan's chest.

The alchemist dropped to his knees and looked under the bed where the fertility idol mocked him with its bigger than life phallus.

"This, this has to be why," Syryn held up the idol.

"You put it under our bed?" Rowan raised his brows at the alchemist. "What did you think was going to happen for two men fucking?"

"I don't know!!" Syryn yelled as he threw the idol onto the bed. "But not this-!"

His finger was pointed to Rowan's chest. "This abomination!"

"It is not an abomination," Rowan said with a chuckle. "Breasts are nice, Ryn."

"Yeah, I'm sure." Syryn had forgotten that Rowan swung both ways. But not him. If he was the one cursed with a female body, they could have had fun but no, it had chosen Rowan.

"What do we do?" He asked the anti mage.

"Simple. We find a way to reverse this spell. Let's go back to Silent and find the teenager who sold us the idol."

"Right," Syryn's panic steeped brain was catching up with reality. "He'll definitely know what to do."

Rowan swung his long legs off the bed and stood up to stretch. His silky hair fell to his waist like a shiny waterfall of gold. Rowan was a damn goddess, Syryn thought. Rowan was going to attract all the men in Elysium, was Syryn's next thought.

"Stop right there!" He shouted. "Rowan, you can't leave this room."

The anti mage had on a royal blue night robe that was secured at his waist by its velvet belt. His cleavage was still on display despite his attempt at covering it.

"I can't?"

"You're not wearing anything under that!"

"It's not like I intend to flash anyone, Ryn. Nobody will know I'm not wearing-"

"Rowan, look at your chest."

Rowan did look at his chest. "It's just a cleavage, Syryn. I'm getting late for work so we need to hurry this along, you know."

Rowan was planning to go to work, Syryn thought. Rowan was planning to go to work!!

"Are you crazy? What are you going to tell your colleagues?!"

"That a spell went wrong and I'll be working temporarily as a woman."

"How are you so calm about this?!"

"I told you there's no use in panicking, Syryn!"

A loud knocking sounded on the door and he heard Red's muffled voice.

"Is there a woman in your room, Syryn? I'm gonna tell Rowan."