(Caption) The Magic of Becoming Handsome

He had been fascinated by magic since childhood, and after entering the academy, he studied spells with insatiable eagerness. He often buried himself in piles of books day and night, going through every magic tome he could find. While others were still struggling with one or two basic incantations, he could already recite dozens of complex ones by heart. But he wasn't satisfied—he had a special goal. He wanted to make himself more handsome, to become someone who would catch everyone's eye.

He discovered many spells related to altering appearances—charms to heal scars, incantations to change hair or eye color, even ancient rituals said to reshape the body entirely. He jotted them all down, thinking that if he combined them, perhaps he could achieve his ideal form.

Finally, one quiet night, he lit candles, opened thick tomes, and spread papers across the table. Staring at the intricate symbols, he began to chant. His voice started low, then grew quicker, as sections of spells from different systems blended together. As the chanting went on, sparks appeared in the air, pages turned on their own, and the flames suddenly leapt higher, making shadows tremble across the walls.

He felt a surge of power being pulled out of him, then forced back in. His chest grew hot, his arms went numb, his whole body twisting as if it were being reshaped. He struggled to keep the rhythm, but by the end he couldn't tell which part came next. The words tangled in his mind, and in desperation he blurted out the remaining syllables all at once.

In the next instant, light burst outward like an explosion, heat flooding the room. His vision went blank, his body crushed and then released in an instant. When the glow finally faded, he collapsed onto the floor, gasping for breath.

Raising his head, he saw a reflection in the mirror—but it wasn't the face he knew. Long silver hair fell over delicate shoulders, eyes burned bright like fire, and his face was refined and beautiful. Looking down, he realized even his clothes had changed, the plain apprentice robe replaced by an ornate dress, his chest and waist curved in ways unfamiliar.

He froze, panic rising before slowly calming. This was never his plan—he had wanted to become a handsome man, but instead he had become a girl. Yet as she studied the mirror more closely, she realized it wasn't bad at all. In fact, it felt strangely right.

She moved her fingers slightly, and the flow of magic inside her was smoother than ever, as if this body was naturally attuned to it. A faint smile formed on her lips. Perhaps this wasn't failure—perhaps it was another kind of answer.

Closing the book and gathering the scattered pages, she stood up slowly. Everything had strayed far from the original plan, but she wasn't in a hurry to change back. Instead, she decided to embrace this new form. She thought, maybe this was better.