Step 4: Bibbidi-Bobbidi-Boo! Ta-da! . . . Oops

Alfred stretched and yawned. Man, that was the best sleep I've had in a quite a while, he thought. All that nervousness over Arthur tricking me or trying to scare me is stressing me out. I still don't trust him 100%, even if nothing's happened yet. He got out of bed and shuffled over to the coffee he'd swiped from Arthur's study last night. He poured it into a cup and set the cup on an electric coffee warmer he'd bought from some gadget shop in the States.

The liquid started steaming, and Alfred picked up the cup. He sipped it and grabbed his towel. The sun peeked into the room, touching the top of the four-poster bed and making the rich red of the curtains around it look warm.

Alfred studied the light for a moment. It looks early enough that maybe I'll beat some of the other nations to the shower, he mused. Even if there are a ton of bathrooms in Artie's house, I don't want to risk the hot water running out . . . This coffee sure tastes different . . . I'm really craving it, though . . . that and chocolate . . . weird.

Alfred shuffled across the hallway and shut the bathroom door behind him. He pulled off his flannel pajama top. During the summer, boxers and a T-shirt was enough, but in the fall, warmer sleepwear was necessary, especially in freezing England. Alfred heard the door open behind him and turned to see who it was.

"Wer sind Sie?" Prussia said. He looked down at Alfred's chest and grinned. "Ihre Brüste sind toll!"

"Quit staring at me like that, Gil!" Alfred yelled, punching him out of the bathroom and slamming the door. Weirdo. Made me feel dirty the way he was looking at me. Didn't know he swung that way, he thought. This time Alfred made sure to lock the door. He cleared his throat. My voice sure sounded weird just now.

Alfred shook his head and yawned; he wasn't all the way awake yet. This English coffee isn't working, he mused, but he finished off the drink anyway. He turned on the shower, and after the water was hot enough, he slipped off the rest of his clothes and stepped in.

Alfred let the water pour over his head, hoping it would wake him up. He reached up and grabbed the guest shampoo/conditioner from the shower caddy hanging from the shower head and squeezed some into his hand, then replaced the bottle. Alfred closed his eyes tightly and started washing his hair.

He paused. What the hell? he thought as he ran his fingers through his hair; it went all the way down to his shoulders. He didn't dare open his eyes to inspect it and risk soap getting in them. Weird. Guess the spell must have done this. I'll hafta go to the barber before the party.

After rinsing his face, Alfred peeked an eye open and grabbed a bar of soap from the caddy and turned around to let the water from the shower head pour over his head to rinse out the shampoo/conditioner. As he felt the lather pour down his back, he started washing his arms and chest.

Alfred froze. Something didn't feel right, literally. He looked down at his chest. The soap dropped out of his hands and wedged itself over the drain. Numbly, Alfred turned around and picked up the soap, putting it back from where he'd got it. If he wasn't awake before, he was now. Alfred stared at his chest again. He felt like he wanted to scream, but all that came out was a squeak. He started touching all over his body: Rounder, softer, missing!

Alfred felt his head swoon, and he sat down on the shower floor. "It's just a dream, a dream, just a dream," he told himself, pinching his arm. "I'm gonna wake up any moment now." As the hot water as poured over him, Alfred noticed that his arm was throbbing in pain. That really hurts, he thought. Okaaaay, so it's not a dream. He looked at his chest a third time. Hmm . . . Gil's reaction earlier seems perfectly logical now.

Alfred sat stunned for a couple minutes as he tried to figure out what was going on. That costume spell. That's gotta be what it was, he thought.

He grinned. What a fabulous spell! This is a great costume! So realistic! No wonder Artie had acted so nervous. This kind of a costume is kinda embarrassing, but a really cool and funny one at the same time.

Alfred laughed. I'm gonna keep it, he decided. Artie would've only made the spell last for today, right? Why not enjoy it?

Alfred stood up, rinsed off his new body, and turned off the shower. He stepped out and dried himself off. He opened up a window so that the steam would pour out and wiped off the mirror.

Alfred turned his face from side to side. Not bad, he thought.

He touched his chest with both hands. Gil was right. They are pretty awesome . . . not like Katyusha's, but who can compete with her? Alfred pulled his hands away. Geez, now I suddenly feel like a pervert, he thought as he felt the heat from the crimsoned cheeks he saw on the face in the mirror.

He grabbed his towel and wrapped it around his body. That was when he noticed that he'd shrunk in height. This towel touched his knees when he'd wrap it around his waist. It now easily covered his whole torso and went all the way down to mid-thigh.

"That works too; I should be more modest now," Alfred said aloud. "What a great costume spell!" A breeze of cold air blew across him from the open window; he shut it and shivered. Crap, I need to pee now . . . Um . . . I hafta to sit down, right? he thought.

After finishing, Alfred opened up the door slightly and peeked out. He could hear Prussia yelling downstairs at his brother to come up to the bathroom "before she finishes and I'll prove it to you!"

I'm not ready for everyone to see my new costume yet, Alfred thought as he hurried quickly across the hall to his bedroom. Just in time too because he heard someone coming up the stairs.

After closing the door, Alfred checked himself out in the mirror again. Damn! I look sexy! he thought, as he stared at his wet, shoulder-length hair and the curves of his new body, the light from the window softly highlighting them.

Alfred walked over to his suitcase and grabbed some clothes out of it. He put on clean boxers and then slipped on a T-shirt. He looked in the mirror to see how it looked. Whoa, that's not . . . ahem . . . concealing enough, he thought as he blushed furiously at the image in the mirror. He pulled a navy-blue sweatshirt over the T-shirt. That's better, he thought, nodding at his image.

Since he was now shorter, he was forced to roll up the legs of his jeans. His tennis shoes didn't fit right, so he stuffed some tissues in the toes and tied them a little tighter than usual. He found the baseball cap he'd brought with him and tucked his hair up into it so it looked short again.

Now for the finishing awesome touch, he thought as he slipped on his leather bomber jacket. He examined his image in the mirror again. Oh yeeaah . . . I look hooooot! he thought. Grabbing his wallet and shoving it in his jeans' back pocket, Alfred searched the room until he found a collapsible ladder behind one of the window's curtains. He put it out the window and climbed down. I need to get to some ladies' clothing store and back before anyone misses me, he mused.

When he reached the bottom of the ladder, Alfred chuckled. I won't be able to scare the wits out of Artie with this costume since this was his idea to begin with, but I might be able to startle some of the other nations, he thought. That way I can get the urge to scare someone out of my system and not break my promise.

"Alfred?" Canada said from behind him as he stepped off the ladder.

Ah shit! Alfred thought. He turned around while looking down at the ground to hide his face. "Yeah Mattie?" he said, lowering his voice as much as possible.

"Where are you going this early in the morning?" Matthew asked. "And out the window too?"

"Just to the store," Alfred said. His voice was starting to hurt talking from talking at such a low pitch. "Forgot to bring a costume."

"Okay, I'll go with you. I need one too," Matthew said. "Want to go to breakfast together?"

"No! . . . I mean . . . no thanks!" Alfred replied, his voice squeaking.

Matthew didn't respond.

Alfred peeked up from under the brim of the baseball cap. Shit, I hope I didn't hurt his feelings.

Matthew's eyebrows were nit together, and he was staring at him.

Alfred looked at the ground again.

"Al?"

"Y-y-yeah?"

"Did you shrink?" Matthew asked.

"Not really, you probably grew," Alfred said. Lame.

"Well, since you don't want to go, I guess I'll go to breakfast by myself," Matthew said. "Too bad; England told me about this place that serves fantastic pancakes."

Alfred looked up, excited. "Do you think they can make ones with chocolate chips?" he asked.

Matthew's eyes grew wide, and he stumbled backwards onto the ground. "W-w-what happened t-t-t-to you?"

Alfred shrugged. "Artie's spell turned me into a woman," he said, matter-of-factually. "Can we go get those pancakes now?"

A/N

Bwa ha ha ha! That was fun! And yes, I changed from Arthur's POV (point of view) to Alfred's POV for this chap. You'll get Matthew's next chapter, so don't get whiplash! ;)

Translations:

[From last chapter]:

Alfred drawsnewid i mewn i hardd, merch ddeniadol ar gyfer noson Calan Gaeaf =Transform Alfred into a beautiful, attractive/seductive woman for Halloween night [see how it was a spoiler? XD]

So where's the spell Arthur paid for? . . . Wait and see.

Language Translations for this chapter:

Wer sind Sie? = Who are you?

Ihre Brüste sind toll = Your breasts are great!

BTW According to Magic Words: A Dictionary, "Bibbidi-Bobbidi-Boo!" are words to use specifically for transformation spells. "Ta-da!" is fanfare to indicate your spell is finished and to give it some flair.

Also, the ingredients for the potion all have significance:

Sweet myrtle: symbol of beauty and chastity

Roses: associated with pure love and femininity

Pomegranate: symbol of fertility (or femininity)

Sugar & the strange spice: from the rhyme "What are Little Girls Made Of?" nursery rhyme- "sugar and spice and everything nice". ^_^ The reverse potion would be disgusting: boys are made of "bits of snails and puppy dog tails". =_=;

Pieces of the Moon: symbolizes woman and has been associated with various goddesses-Artemis, Diana, Hecate, and Kuan Yin (all of whom specialized in chastity, childbirth, grace, purity and so on).

Lilac: symbol of first love. [hmmm]

Damiana leaves:used primarily as an aphrodisiac for both sexes. [um yeaaahh]

Ylang-ylang:has an intense floral, sweet, jasmine-like, almost narcotic sensual, euphoric aroma. It increases libido and energy between lovers and is considered one of the more powerful aphrodisiac scents. (on a side note, it also improves circulation, and makes the hair and skin healthy). [okaaaay . . . sensing a pattern here?]

Early purple orchid: used in sex and as an aphrodisiac . [Heh, I guess I kinda went overboard with these XD]

Anise: stimulates libido. [if you haven't guessed by now, this potion has a double purpose, which I'm not going to mention at this point; although, I think it's kinda obvious]

I'm slightly nervous that the shower scene upped my rating to an M or at least a T+; I don't plan on going further than what I have here, so if anyone thinks I need to change the rating, let me know. =_= I don't want to get banned for agreement violation.