He unfolded his alchemy notes on the table, the ancient formula said to be able to change one's form. The last drops of the dark purple liquid mixed into the boiling potion, giving off a slightly sweet aroma. He poured the refined potion into a glass vial and drank it without hesitation. The moment the potion slid down his throat, he felt just a hint of warmth and quickly regained his composure.
Had the potion failed? Actually no, he just didn't realize that his body was quietly changing - his skin gradually became delicate and silky, his body became petite and slender, and his face became soft and beautiful. His robe became a slim white top and a short red skirt. Black stockings fit his legs, smooth and elastic, reflecting the slender lines. A pair of red high-heeled boots on his feet were exquisitely beautiful, making a soft crunching sound on the floor as he walked.
"No, this fails ......" She didn't realize something had changed. She had always been a girl who loved alchemy and now she had to find out why it failed. As she flipped through the pages, her knees bent slightly, her short skirt rubbing against her legs, her black stockings shimmering slightly. The lab was quiet, only the sound of the heel of her boot softly clicking against the ground echoing in the air. She was still immersed in her world of alchemy, continuing her day to day explorations.