The rain hammered relentlessly on the roof, each drop sounding like a drumbeat in the silence of Deb Dutta’s apartment. His small room was cluttered—stacks of old books, crumpled notes, and a battered laptop surrounded by candles that flickered weakly in the dim light. Outside, the storm raged, but inside, the only sound was the steady drip of water and the faint flicker of a single lamp.

Deb sat hunched over an ancient leather-bound tome he had discovered months ago in a dusty corner of the city library. The pages were filled with strange symbols, arcane diagrams, and incantations in languages long forgotten. His fingers traced the faded script, memorizing every word, every symbol. Tonight was the night.

He took a deep breath, trying to steady his shaking hands.

“This is it,” he whispered under his breath. “I’ve studied enough. I just need to do it.”

He glanced at the clock—11:59 PM. The moment of truth. With trembling fingers, he recited the incantation aloud.

“By the lock that binds the past,

Open the door that shadows cast,

Reveal my truth, unmask my guise,

Transform my form before my eyes.”

The words echoed in the small room, bouncing off the walls. The candle flames flickered violently, casting shadows that danced along the ceiling. The temperature plummeted suddenly, and a strange, tingling sensation crept from his chest outward, like icy fingers grasping his nerves.

His vision blurred. The world spun before my eyes . The room seemed to stretch and warp, as if reality itself was dissolving into mist.

What’s happening?

He tried to speak, but his voice sounded distant and strange, like someone else’s. His body felt light—so light it was as if he was floating. The shadows on the walls grew longer, twisting into shapes that resembled figures watching him.

Suddenly, a shimmering ripple spread across his vision. The air crackled with energy, and the entire space seemed to ripple like disturbed water.

His knees buckled, and he staggered forward, clutching his desk for support. An intense dizziness overwhelmed him. His head spun, and he fought to keep consciousness.

When he finally blinked his eyes open, everything had changed.

He was no longer in his apartment. The room was gone. Instead, he stood in a vast, sprawling city—an ancient place filled with towering spires, floating lanterns, and streets paved with glowing stones. The sky above was a swirling mass of dark clouds, streaked with flashes of shimmering light.

What…?

He stumbled back, staring at his reflection in a polished metal surface nearby. His face was different—softer, more delicate. His eyes, once dark and intense, now seemed brighter, more curious. His hands were smaller, slender, almost fragile.

He reached up to touch his face. His fingers trembled as he ran them over his jawline, then his cheekbones.

“No way,” he muttered softly. “Did I… do it? Did it actually work?”

His voice sounded strange—lighter, softer. The realization hit him hard. He had transformed into a woman.

This can’t be real.

He looked around. The city pulsed with arcane energy, glowing symbols floating in the air like fireflies. The streets were filled with strange beings—humanoids with glowing eyes, cloaked figures moving silently past.

A low, booming voice echoed from the shadows, deep and commanding.

“Welcome, traveler. You are in the Realm of Eldoria—a land beyond worlds where gods, demons, and mortals intertwine.”

Deb spun around, heart pounding. From the darkness emerged a tall figure cloaked in black robes, eyes burning with an eerie, unnatural light.

“This world,” the figure continued, “is divided into five continents, each ruled by a mighty lord. But the true master is the Demon Lord—an ancient being whose shadow stretches across all.”

Deb’s mind reeled. His body felt strange—lighter, yet somehow more resilient. He looked down at himself—he was a man now. The ritual had worked, but he remembered the texts: seven days in this form before the magic would reset.

“How…? How did I get here?” he asked, voice trembling.

The figure stepped closer, its glowing eyes studying him.

“Your ritual opened a portal,” it said. “Perhaps it was fate—or some long-forgotten magic calling you. But beware—the power here is dangerous. Your time in this form is limited.”

He looked into a nearby polished stone. His face was rugged, his body unfamiliar. His heart hammered in his chest.

“Seven days,” he whispered. “That’s all I have.”

The figure’s voice softened.

“Your first skill—altering your body—is a gift, but it’s limited. Seven days. After that, you’ll revert unless you learn to control the magic.”

Deb nodded, trying to process everything. His mind raced with questions—about this world, about himself, about the powers he might wield.

“And what happens after?” he asked.

The figure’s eyes gleamed ominously.

“Your journey has only begun. The secrets of Eldoria are deeper than you think. Use your time wisely.”

He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself. His gaze fell on the unfamiliar city stretching before him, shimmering with arcane energy. The place hummed with countless mysteries waiting to be uncovered.

“Seven days,” he repeated softly. “No more, no less.”

His reflection flickered again, and he studied himself—his new face, his strange body. He was in a different world now, a realm ruled by gods and demons, with only a limited window to understand his power.

He took a step forward, feeling the weight of destiny pressing down on him.

“I need to understand this place,” he whispered. “And I’ll find a way to control this magic. Seven days.”

And so, Deb Dutta—now calling himself Eldric . As Eldric gazed at the swirling skies of Eldoria, a mix of dread and determination filled his heart. The limited time in this new body weighed heavily on him, but he knew one thing for sure: he had stumbled into a world of ancient secrets, deadly power, and shadowed kings.

Every moment was a race against the clock. Clutching the mysterious relic in his mind, he vowed to uncover the truth behind his transformation—and the dark forces that ruled this realm. With only seven days in his new form, Eldric took his first step into a destiny he couldn’t yet comprehend.

The morning sun struggled to pierce the thick clouds as Eldric—still in his female form—stepped out into the quiet village. Mist clung to the ground, swirling around his feet. His reflection in a puddle showed a face both strange and familiar—soft features, wide eyes, hair cascading over his shoulders. It was surreal, but he had no choice but to adapt.

Seven days !

The thought echoed in his mind. He’d better make every moment count.

He made his way toward the village square, where an old man sat beside a crackling fire, smoking a pipe. His face was deeply lined, but his eyes held a quiet wisdom. When he looked up, he studied Eldric carefully.

“You look like you’ve seen the sands of time,” the elder said with a gentle smile. “Come, sit with me.”

Eldric hesitated but obeyed, lowering himself on a nearby stone. He felt strange—his body was unfamiliar, softer, more delicate than before. Every movement felt new, strange. He was still trying to get used to this form.

“I need to learn about this place,” Eldric said softly. “And… about myself. I don’t know how to control this body or the magic I might have.”

The elder nodded knowingly.

“This land is old, full of secrets. Magic here is tied to the land, the spirits, and your own spirit. You must understand your new vessel first—your body and your mind—they are one.”

He studied Eldric carefully, then reached into his satchel and pulled out a small, weathered book. The elder’s eyes sparkled.

“This is the old magic of Eldoria. It’s not like your world. Here, magic is a living thing—connected to everything around us.”

Eldric leaned in, eager.

“Can I learn to control it? To do more than just flicker light?”

The elder chuckled softly.

“You’re new, so start simple. First, you need to understand your body. How does it feel? Any pain? Or strength?”

Eldric hesitated, touching his arm.

“It’s… strange. Softer. More sensitive. But I don’t know how to use this body, or if I can do magic with it.”

The elder nodded again, eyes kind but knowing.

“In Eldoria, the body and spirit are bound. The more you understand yourself, the more control you gain. Focus. Feel your magic—your energy—inside you.”

He paused, then added softly, “Your first step is to accept this form. Only then can you start to manipulate the magic.”

Eldric closed his eyes, trying to connect with his new self. He envisioned a faint glow emanating from within, a spark of power. Slowly, a small orb of shimmering light appeared in his palm.

“Whoa,” he whispered, eyes wide. “I did that?”

The elder smiled.

“Yes. You have potential. But remember—this magic is tied to your spirit. The more you understand yourself, the more control you’ll have.”

Eldric looked at the glowing orb, then at his reflection. His body was unfamiliar—yet there was a strange comfort in the new form. He had only begun to scratch the surface of what was possible.

“Seven days,” he whispered again. “I need to learn everything I can in this time.”

He stood up, feeling both nervous and determined. The elder pointed toward the bustling market street nearby.

“First, buy some proper clothes. You’ll need to blend in and move freely. Then, come back. Tomorrow, I’ll teach you a few more spells—simple ones that can help you survive.”

Eldric nodded, heading toward the market with purpose. The streets buzzed with life—merchants hawking strange fabrics, glowing stones, and arcane trinkets. He finally found a cloth merchant, an older woman with kind eyes.

“Looking for something suitable, traveler?” she asked, eyeing him with curiosity.

“Yes,” Eldric answered, trying to sound confident. “Something light, comfortable, and fitting for… a woman.”

She smiled and handed him a bundle of silk and fine fabrics.

“Here. This should suit you. And I can add charms for protection if you wish.”

He paid her, feeling a strange sense of relief. The clothes were soft, flowing, and elegant—nothing like the rough cloak he’d worn earlier. He slipped back to the inn, clutching his new attire.

Inside, the elder was waiting, a faint smile on his face.

“Good. Now, let’s see your body,” he said, inspecting him carefully.

Eldric closed his eyes, focusing. He tried to sense the magic within him, calling it forth. A faint glow flickered in his palms—an instinctive spark. He felt the energy pulse, connecting him to this new form.

“You’re still raw,” the elder said. “But you’ve got potential. Let’s try a simple spell—something that can help you in a fight or to defend yourself.”

He recited a few words in the ancient tongue. A tiny orb of shimmering light appeared in his hand.

“That’s… incredible,” Eldric breathed, eyes wide. “I did that?”

The elder nodded.

“Yes. But remember—control comes with understanding. Your body is linked to your spirit. The more you learn about yourself, the more powerful you’ll become.”

Eldric looked at the glowing orb, then at his reflection again. His new form felt strange, but he was beginning to grasp that it was also a tool. A weapon.

“Seven days,” he whispered, clutching the orb tightly. “I have to master this. Every second counts.”

Night fell, and Eldric prepared himself for what lay ahead—training, learning, and unraveling the secrets of Eldoria’s magic. This was only the beginning.

As the night settled deeper, Eldric sat on the edge of the small bed, the glow of the magic orb still shimmering faintly in his palm. His breathing grew heavier, each breath ragged with a strange mixture of anxiety and newfound awareness.

He looked down at his body—at the soft curves of his chest, the delicate weight of his breasts, and the gentle rise and fall of his abdomen. It was as if every part of him was magnified, alive with sensation. He always wanted to play with her sister's breast , but never thought he will be one day transform into a female body .

When he moved, he felt the subtle shift of flesh and bone, and the unfamiliar heaviness that came with his new form.

The female body is very delicate and sensitive

His skin tingled with a heightened sensitivity, every touch, every breeze, a sharp reminder of his vulnerability. He could feel the pounding of his heart, the rapid flutter of his pulse—each beat echoing louder in his ears.

A strange heat blossomed inside him, tightening his chest, making his breath catch. The unfamiliar weight of his breasts pressed against his chest, stirring a confusing mix of embarrassment, awe, and primal instinct.

He clenched his fists, trying to steady himself, but the overwhelming sensations threatened to drown him. The body that was once familiar now felt like a new, delicate weapon—one that he had to learn to wield, to understand, and to accept.

The morning light filtered softly through the window, casting a golden hue over the modest inn room. Eldric sat cross-legged on the floor, eyes closed, trying to focus. His hands hovered over his lap, palms facing each other. The glow from the night before still lingered faintly in his mind—an energy he desperately wanted to channel.

He remembered the elder’s words: Control comes with understanding.

With a deep breath, Eldric whispered the simplest incantation he’d learned the night before. The words felt strange on his tongue—an ancient language he was only beginning to grasp.

“Spiritus ignis,” he murmured softly.

Nothing happened.

He opened his eyes, frustration flickering. He tried again, louder this time, pushing past doubt.

“Spiritus ignis!”

A tiny spark flickered in his palm, then faded. He clenched his fists, feeling both disappointment and determination.

“I’ve got to start small,” he muttered. “Baby steps.”

He looked out the window. The village was waking up—merchants setting up stalls, children laughing nearby. He knew he needed to blend in, but more than that, he needed to master the magic that thrummed within him.

Later that day, he visited the elder again, who sat patiently under a large oak tree, leafing through his ancient book.

“Good morning,” Eldric greeted. “I want to learn more. How do I control these powers? How do I… do magic?”

The elder looked up, a faint smile on his weathered face.

“Magic in Eldoria is tied to your spirit. You must first understand yourself—your body and mind. Focus on your energy, and the magic will follow.”

He paused, then added, “Try to call upon the land itself. Feel its heartbeat—its rhythm.”

Eldric closed his eyes again. He tried to sense the world around him—felt the wind, the faint hum of life in the earth beneath his feet. He reached out with his mind, trying to connect.

Suddenly, a faint tremor coursed through him—a whisper of power. He concentrated harder, and a soft glow emerged from his fingertips.

“Yes,” the elder said softly. “That’s it. You’re beginning to understand. Keep practicing. The magic is within you—just need to unlock it.”

Eldric nodded, a spark of hope igniting inside him. He knew this was just the beginning. Every day, every moment, he would push himself to control what was once impossible.

Later that evening, he returned to the village square, where a group of villagers gathered around a fire, sharing stories. He approached an older woman, who looked at him kindly.

“Excuse me,” Eldric said hesitantly. “Can you tell me about the lords of Eldoria? The land itself?”

The woman smiled. “Ah, the lords. Each continent has its ruler—powerful beings, some mortal, some divine. But beware—there’s always talk of the Demon Lord, the true ruler, lurking in the shadows, pulling strings from behind the scenes.”

Eldric listened intently. The stories of the lords, the ancient conflicts, and the dark power of the demon ruler filled him with both awe and dread.

“And the magic?” he asked.

“It’s woven into our land, our spirits. Those who seek control must respect it—steward it, not misuse it. Otherwise, the land itself will turn against them.”

He reached into his pocket, clutching the small orb of light he’d conjured earlier. It flickered softly, reminding him of the power within reach.

“Seven days,” he whispered again. “ I won’t waste a siIngle moment.”

Later in the evening , Eldric awoke with a renewed sense of purpose. The faint glow of the orb still hovered in his palm, a tiny beacon of the power he was beginning to grasp. He knew that if he was to survive these seven days, he had to push himself—faster, harder.

He stepped outside the inn, the village alive with morning activity. The market was bustling, merchants shouting, and villagers exchanging goods. But his mind was focused inward—on the magic, on himself.

He closed his eyes, recalling the elder’s advice: Feel the land, connect with your spirit.

He took a deep breath, trying to sense the heartbeat of Eldoria. The wind rustled through the trees, carrying whispers of ancient secrets. He reached out with his mind, attempting to call forth his power.

“Spiritus ignis,” he whispered again, voice trembling slightly.

This time, he felt a faint pulse—a flicker of energy. A small spark ignited in his palm, brighter than before, but unstable. He clenched his fists to steady the flame, concentrating.

“Come on, focus,” he muttered. “Control it.”

The flame flickered, then steadied into a gentle glow. It was fragile, but it was a start.

Suddenly, a voice interrupted him.

“Not bad for a beginner,” said a voice behind him.

Eldric turned sharply. A young man, clad in simple but well-made clothes, stepped forward. His eyes were sharp, curious.

“Who are you?” Eldric asked cautiously.

“Name’s Kael,” the stranger said with a smirk. “I’ve been watching you. You’ve got potential—though you’re still raw.”

Eldric hesitated. “What do you want?”

Kael shrugged.

“Just saying, you’re not the only one trying to learn. There’s a lot of magic users here—some good, some bad. Be careful who you trust.”

Eldric nodded slowly.

“Thanks for the warning. I’m just trying to survive.”

Kael eyed him carefully.

“You’re new here, aren’t you? I can tell. Look, if you want to learn more—really learn—you should come with me. There’s a place—an old training ground—where you can hone your skills without prying eyes.”

Eldric hesitated, weighing his options.

“Alright. Lead the way.”

They moved through winding alleyways toward a secluded clearing, hidden behind ancient ruins. The air here was thick with latent magic, and the ground hummed softly beneath their feet.

Kael handed Eldric a small, carved talisman.

“This will help you focus. Try to summon a shield—something to protect yourself.”

Eldric closed his eyes again, feeling the talisman’s energy flow into him. He focused on the thought of protection, imagining a barrier around him. The magic responded timidly at first, then grew stronger. A faint shimmer appeared around his arm—like a translucent bubble.

“Good,” Kael said approvingly. “You’re starting to get it. Keep practicing. Magic in Eldoria isn’t just about spells—it’s about belief, connection, and control.”

Eldric nodded. Every attempt, every flicker of power, brought him closer to mastery. But he knew the road ahead was dangerous. The land itself seemed alive with unseen eyes, watching, waiting.

As the day waned, Eldric sat cross-legged, exhausted but determined. His mind was racing with new knowledge, new possibilities—and new fears. He had limited time, and in this realm, every mistake could be deadly.

In the quiet darkness, he made a silent vow: to master his magic, understand this strange world, and uncover the secrets lurking in the shadows of Eldoria—the land of gods and demons lords.

The limited time in his new body weighed heavily on him; seven days felt like an eternity and a heartbeat all at once. His mind raced with questions—about the magic, the land, and the secrets buried deep within Eldoria’s shadows.

He understood now that mastery would require more than just spells; it would demand his full spirit and resolve. As he looked out at the distant glow of the village, he made a vow: he would push himself to learn, to survive, and to unravel the darkness before the clock ran out. His journey had only just begun.