"Kyaaa!" A red-haired anime girl screamed through my dark room. An overly animated hand grabbing a boob filled my screen. A smile cracked across my face. Somewhere in the dark my shame was hidden.

Overwhelming heat beat my body. A black shirt had stuck to my skinny frame. I heard two fans, the blazing one of my five-year-old computer and the wobbling one aimed at my face. A shackling breath escaped my lip soon followed by the smell of five days old sweat. I closed my eyes for a second, until a bouncing sound effect echoed around my room.

 A panty shot filled the monitor. Ribbon pink panties which were impossible tight took up three quarters of the screen. The red-haired anime girl spine curved in an impossibly sexy way. Barely visible was the black-haired main character squished beneath her. His face buried in-between her boob. 

 A lecherous smile spread across my face. "God, I wish that was me." I mutter under my breath. I lost the battle with my eyelids and surrendered to the blackness of sleep. The last thing I felt was a bead of sweat rolling down my check.

Beep-Beep-Beep

A sharp alarm forced me awake. Though there was something wrong. This was not my normal alarm. I had long ago learned to sleep through that one, but this one felt like sharp daggers through my ears.

Beep-Beep-Beep

I patted the bed to the right of my hip. My phone wasn't there. It was always there. The bed was way softer and crisp then I remembered it. I let out a groan which came out like a feminine moan. 

Beep-Beep-Beep

My eyes snapped open. Above me was a bed company. Semi-pink transparent trapped me in the bed. Even the sheets were pink. Fair from the gross yellow standard that I was used to. Under the sheets I saw the outline of large orbs on my chest.

Beep-Beep-Beep

"Kyaaa," I screamed. I sat up with a rush. I was wearing an almost see-through night dress. It hugged my new body in all the right (and incredibly wrong) places. There was no doubt about it. I had gone to sleep with a guy and woke up a girl.

I wanted to scream again, but the alarm surprisingly calmed me down. I whipped my hand through the pink currents and slapped around until I felt a phone. I pulled it into the fortress of my bed.

The phone was expensive, I could tell that, but it was not like any phone I had seen. A bundle of phone charms spewed off the right top corner. It had seven cameras on the back. It was lighter than any phone I had ever owned. If the chamber of the bed was anything to go by, I was rich.

I peeled the pink casing off to see a silvery logo of a wing on a weight phone. This was my phone, but it wasn't. I would have never bought a phone in anything but black but apparently who I was now did.

With trepidation I slipped out of the pink curtains. Fear rose in my chest before my foot touched the rug on the floor. It felt like the anticipation before your foot touched the water of a swimming pool.

With a gulp, I launched myself off my bed. I wobbled but I could walk. It was strange at first. My hips swayed with an exaggerated sensuality. Standing at my full height I realised I was much shorter than I was. I couldn't help but pout. 

"Mistress, should I come in?" A female voice said outside, "You are starting to run late."

"Um," my mind was blank. Mistress? Then she must have been my maid or a servant of some kind. "You can come in?"

It was more a question than a statement.

As soon as the words left my mouth the door swung open. A girl in a blue French maid walked in. The skirt was impossibly short, and she was impossibly stacked as well. She had platinum blonde hair with stormy grey eyes. Shockingly, two blue wings sprouted from the side of her head.

Before, if a girl like this was standing this close to me, I would have a hard time focusing. My heart would have been beating like a war drum. Though there was nothing. My heart stayed at a calm resting pace.

I noticed that on her garter belt, there was a knife. My eyes went wide but I didn't have time to focus on that. She quickly closed the gaps between me and her. Her hand gripped my wrist and pulled me to a mirror.

"Lady Rei Phoenix, we must get you ready for your first day at Solar Academy of Magi. As a member of the Phoenix household, your mother has asked me to prepare you in a way proper for our house." The maid started to explain. 

I was drowning in her words. I could barely keep track of anything that she was saying. I had a name, a new name. My assumption I was rich was correct. Magi? Was magic real?

"Now please brace yourself," she said. Before I could even react, a blue sigil appeared below and above me.

Suddenly I felt cold tentacles all over my body. They reached into places I didn't even know I had yet. Wherever the tentacles touched my body I felt cold dampness. With wide eyes, I realised what was happening. Tentacles of water were cleaning me, in every place.

One tentacle of water hovered just in front of my face. It shoved its way into my mouth and with powerful pumps started cleaning my teeth until a foamy drool was rolling down my chin. With slight panic, my eyes rolled back from the lack of air. I blacked out.

Then I was back in the chair. Coughing and spitting. My mouth tasted of mint. Whatever that was also cleaned my teeth. I guess that answered my question about magic being a thing in a very intimate way.

The next few minutes were a blur of make-up and clothes. Sitting in the chair in front of an ornate mirror I had a good time looking at myself. I had flowing crimson hair and eyes. My face had become soft and round.

My boobs were huge. They were perfectly round and squished around the overly tight bra. When I looked down, I could only see my own cleavage. I couldn't even see my own feet. The only thing I could see was my own flair of my hips. I had the perfect hourglass figure. 

A well of worry opened inside me. I was scared to admit it. I knew at this point this was not a dream. The colours were on point from a dream. The force of those tentacles felt too real for a dream. The tightness of my lacy bra and ribbon panties felt too real for a dream.

I had become an anime waifu. Was this because of the wish I had made? I glared at my own reflection. I had meant the main character, not the girl. I wondered who did this to me. Both the why and my own vengeance.

"You ok Mistress?" The maid asked me.

I shook my head. I needed to figure out what I should say. It couldn't explain that I was a guy from a different universe.

"Yeah. I am just worried about school," I said. I hoped my own shaking voice helped sell it even more. 

"My lady, you will be great. You are a member of the Phoenix household. The life-giving flame burns within you. You will be a great magus just like your brother." The maid said. Despite everything I felt comforted.

I didn't know why I had become this girl, but I was. My maid was right, I would be ok. The glare I was giving my reflection shifted into a confident stare. A smile spread across my newly lip-sticked mouth.

 On the journey to the school, I got a look at the world I had been forced to be in. I was surrounded by a world that seemed to mix medieval and modern Japan. A seven-eleven-looking store had rigged battlements. Everything seemed to be run by these magic crystals. Lights, TVs, signs, phones, everything.

 The sky was blue, and the sun seemed to rise. I shifted uncomfortably in the school uniform. Anxiety crawled around in my gut. I couldn't even talk to a girl I looked like let alone an idea how to be a girl. Especially the heiress of a magic family.

 Arriving at the Solar Academy of Magi took my breath away. Unlike the strange fusion of buildings, the Academy was something else. Pristine white stone floors surrounded an impossible large golden dome with eight spikes coming off it. From above it would be like a simplified sun.

Around me, there was a sea of school kids. No one was acting like this was unusual. I shook the awe off my face. If I didn't want to be found out I had to act normally. However, that was hard to do with a school uniform. Some of them were carrying weapons. I didn't have a weapon. I was sure my maid would have mentioned it if I needed a weapon.

It looked like the uniform I had seen in all the anime I had watched. The shirt was so form-fitting that it showed my boobs off perfectly. With a slight turn, my shirt would lift showing off some of my stomach.

The skirt was so short that the end of the strings of my panties hung out. I was scared that if I bent over, I would flash everybody. I didn't really know how to walk in a way which didn't make the skirt tease everybody behind me. The black thigh highs squished my fat in such a way to show off my absolute territory.

I gave a glum glance over the school students. Nobody else seemed to be bothered by it. Then again, while it looked like we were wearing the same uniform it felt like mine was especially scandalous.

"Hey! Watch out!" A male voice called out. 

I only barely turned around to see the big shape crash into me. I felt a dull pain and then an explosion of pleasure from my chest. A soft moan escaped my lip. My eyes slowly opened; I prayed to whatever forced me here that what I expected wasn't about to happen.

Above me was a guy with short black hair and eyes. I felt so small under his weight and size. His right hand was pushed deep into my right boob. I stared up at his face. He wore the male uniform, but his jacket was undone including his top buttons. His body was muscular and…manly. 

The blush spread across my face. Both out the embarrassment of everything and jealousy. I never looked like this guy previously. I get transported to some fantasy world and I'm not this guy. Creeping dread crawled up my spine. I realised I hadn't just become a girl. I had turned into a girl in a harem anime.

I just came face to face with the real protagonist.