***Attention: This is a Choose Your Own Adventure type story. Please start with the first page in the Main Gallery!***

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You take the spell book and toss it to the orca.
“Here, see if you can find something useful!” You order. As he starts flipping through the pages you walk over to a closet and pull out a dark purple robe. It had been too big for you before but now it was the perfect size. And also suited your villainous personality quite well!
“Haven't you found anything yet?” You bark impatiently. Maybe you should have done it yourself!”
“Uh, there's something here called a Reversal Spell. Maybe it will undo the potion? Or at least switch your alignment back to something less... evil?”
“That could be anything!” You shout, “We'll take our chances with a potion!”
“Leps La Servel! Mystic incanted with his hand held out toward you and a burst of energy slams into your chest!
Your body tingles as the energy engulfs you, taking the form of vibrant flames which don't burn. The bright pinks and blues lick at your face and settle into your chest before they flicker out, leaving only the tingling sensation.
“Was that SUPPOSED to do something?” You growl angrily, your voice climbing a few octaves. Your straight bull horns begin to curl around to a less intimidating form and the brown fur of your body lightens to tan color. Most pressing of all was the tightness in your chest as your pectoral muscles glut with fat and push forward into a pair of large breasts. You let out a surprised snort as your teats fatten and grow much more sensitive to the chill in the air. Between your legs an udder begins to swell and take its place, undulating and swaying low.
“Oh! It's a gender switching spell!” Mystic says, somewhat triumphantly, “But, uh... how do you feel?”
“I feel...” Your new voice was still deep, but feminine. You step forward and snatch the spell book from Mystic's hand.
“Wait, what abou-!”
“Leps La Servel!” You command without even opening the book.
You grin somewhat mischievously as the transforming flames consume the orca's body. As they quickly dissipate, his shirt becomes noticeably taut and strained until finally a pair of black and white orbs burst through. He blushes and instinctively tries to cover them with his hands, but finds them woefully inadequate.
“S-so, still evil, huh?” Mystic stammers.
“Did YOU feel an alignment change from the spell?”
“No, I guess not...” He says, defeated.
“I'll admit, my priorities have changed,” You say, backing the orca cow into a corner, “It's clear that I'm going to need a successor to carry on my bloodline.”
“A child?” Mystic offers.
“Yesss,” You say, relishing the idea already, “And you're going to help me.”
“How... long is that going to take?”
“As long as it takes.” You say with an impish grin.