"Oh, shit!"

Bucky bursts through your bedroom door, eyes wide in terror. Your boyfriend scans the room, then gives a look of utter annoyance and frustration when he sees the spellbook hovering mid-air, an all too familiar glow of magic around it.

"Aw, c'mon, Doll. Not again--!"

His words are cut off by the spell you read taking affect. The magic blasts out from the spellbook, the very same one that caused so many problems a few weeks prior. You swore off that book altogether, but it didn't take long for your curiosity to win out over caution. It was a short spell, something along the lines of enhanced feminine beauty or something like that, and it wasn't marked with a warning in red ink. Just like last time, you had no idea what this spell was going to do.

What could be worse than turning the Avengers into toddlers?

Turns out, this was worse. You just didn't know it yet.

The magical light fades, and you drop your hand from covering your eyes. When the black spots in your vision fade away, your jaw drops with what--or who--you see before you.

A dark-haired woman with Bucky's bright blue eyes and metal arm.

You both stare at each other for a few moments. Bucky looks at you with apprehension, and it occurs to you that she--or he--probably doesn't know what just happened. You swallow dryly and point to the bedroom mirror.

"Uh...Buck? Might wanna take a look in the mirror."

Bucky's eyebrows pull together. "Why--Oh my god! What the fuck? My voice!" Bucky runs over to the mirror, eyes growing even wider as he--or she, this is so confusing--stares at his new reflection. Bucky runs a hand over the softer features of his face, from the high cheekbones to the thinner eyebrows and nose to the softer jawline. "You turned me into a fucking girl!"

To Be Continued...