Wednesday: The Strongest Psychic

Chapter 167: Tuesday?



"What happened?" Wednesday asked, noticing Luke's odd expression. "Natasha told me to go to her room..." Luke replied, not being very specific.

"Oh... The reason?" Wednesday asked, unable to suppress a slight smile.

There could only be one reason. It was only a few days before they were set to head to Ohio, and the housekeeper still hadn't shown them the gender-switching potions.

"The gender-switching potion..." Luke muttered, his expression anything but happy.

'It's time,' Wednesday thought, getting up from Luke and heading toward the door. "And where are you going?" Luke asked, also walking toward the exit.

"To witness your gender change. What else?" Wednesday said with a slight mocking smile, which annoyed Luke.

Luke tried to think of solutions to stay in Sunnyvale and Shadyside without involving the gender-switching potion, but he couldn't come up with anything. They needed to search for clues in those two towns, and with his fame, he would be recognized instantly. He would have to go undercover 100%, which would make exploration difficult.

When Atlas, Sebastian, and the others stayed in Jericho, they did so incognito, hiding in the cult house and moving very little.

He had asked Natasha if there was any potion that could simply change his face, similar to Polyjuice Potion from Harry Potter, but nothing like that existed.

"I bet that in my female form, I'll be taller than you," Luke said as he walked out the door and headed toward Natasha's room.

Wednesday frowned slightly and kicked the back of Luke's heel with the tip of her shoe.

"Ouch..." Luke complained, quickening his pace to avoid further attacks.

They entered Natasha's room, where she stood in front of a circular stone table. On top of the table was a small glass next to a glass bottle filled with a purple liquid.

"The potion needs at least 30ml to work. Those 30ml will give you an hour in your female form," Natasha said, picking up the glass bottle of purple liquid and pouring exactly 30ml into the small glass.

"You're sure it won't leave me stuck like that forever, right?" Luke asked, holding the glass and examining the purple liquid closely.

"Absolutely. Now drink the potion, and let's see how your body reacts," Natasha said, urging him. After a few seconds, Luke brought the glass to his lips and drank it.

'Tastes like grape...' Luke thought, less disgusted than he had anticipated, as he swallowed the liquid.

Within two seconds, he began to feel a strange warmth spreading from the center of his chest to his entire body. It was as if a soft electric current coursed through his limbs, vibrating in his bones and muscles.

First, he felt a pressure in his torso. His breathing became shorter as his ribcage seemed to shrink, reducing in a harmonious proportion. His broad shoulders began to narrow, becoming softer and less angular.

His height began to decrease. He felt his bones compress smoothly and without any pain.

His legs grew shorter, as did his torso, but it didn't feel painful; it was more like his body was readjusting itself to a new form. His height stopped at 1.58 meters, which caused Wednesday to frown, as she stood at 1.55 meters.

As this happened, he noticed a change in his hands. His fingers began to thin, and his nails grew slightly longer, taking on a more delicate, almost elegant shape. His wrists also narrowed, losing the athletic robustness that had once defined them.

Then came a change in his face. He felt slight pulses in his cheekbones. He couldn't see himself in a mirror, but he was certain his face was now more refined and feminine.

His jaw rounded, losing its sharpness, while his lips seemed to grow a bit fuller. His eyes, though the same size, now appeared larger due to the slight lowering of his eyebrows, which had taken on a softer curve. His nose also slimmed slightly, completing the transformation.

The one change Luke had truly been anticipating happened next. He felt a strange new weight in his chest.

'Here it comes,' Luke thought, watching as his chest began to expand slowly.

His shirt, which had previously fit comfortably, now tightened as his breasts grew. He couldn't help but want to massage them, but he restrained himself, knowing that the two lovely ladies in front of him were watching him intently- and would likely think he was a pervert.

Finally, he felt a tingling in his scalp. His hair began to grow, falling past his shoulders and down his back. What had always been short hair was now long and wavy.

There was one final change he preferred not to think about... near his legs.

"I guess that's all," Luke said, looking at his delicate hands and surprising himself with his high-pitched, feminine tone of voice.

"Well, it wasn't so bad after all. I thought it'd be more painful," he added, examining his body, which now had curves, an hourglass shape, and rather prominent breasts.

"Why aren't you saying anything?" he asked, stopping his self-examination and looking at Wednesday and Natasha, who were still silently staring at his face.

Natasha, who rarely lost her composure, couldn't help but let her eyes drift over Luke's new appearance, taking in the details.

"See for yourself," Natasha said, taking a handheld mirror from her dresser and handing it to Luke.

Luke took the mirror hesitantly, still feeling the unfamiliar weight of his body and the strands of hair falling over his shoulders. He lifted it in front of his face, and what he saw left him

speechless.

He instinctively squinted, as if a blinding light was shining out of the mirror.

She was too beautiful!

His blue eyes were large, luminous, and seemed almost hypnotic. His face was refined, with high cheekbones and a delicate jawline that bore no resemblance to the firmness of his original features.

His long, wavy hair had turned a golden color. It was previously a light brown, almost blond.

"Is that... me?" he asked, tilting the mirror slightly from side to side, as if needing to confirm

it wasn't a trick of the light. His voice, though still recognizable as his own, had a softer, more melodious tone that unsettled him even further.

A very pleasant and lovely voice.

He had always been confident in his masculine appearance, but this new feminine look was too perfect to be real. Even supermodels would tremble at the sight of his flawless, beautiful

face!

"You're a great beauty, miss. I expected you to be attractive in your feminine form, but not this perfectly exaggerated," Natasha said, crossing her arms and leaning against the dresser with a barely contained smile.

"I know I'm a beauty, but you... you look like a living painting created by an artist obsessed with perfection," Natasha added.

"Great, now I'm an impeccable beauty. Just what my ego needed," Luke said with a narcissistic smile as he continued admiring his face in the mirror.

"Your ego was already perfectly inflated," Wednesday retorted coldly. Her arms were crossed

as well, as if to make it clear she wasn't impressed.

"Finally, you speak. So, what do you think of my feminine self?" Luke asked, stepping closer

to Wednesday so she could get a better look.

"Offensively conventional. It's like someone took a paintbrush and turned you into a character from a saccharine fairy tale. Where's the darkness? This isn't you," Wednesday replied, her expression still neutral, but her tone carried a hint of disdain.

"Just because Luke now looks like an elven queen doesn't mean he's lost his narcissistic,

arrogant, and borderline psychopathic essence. It's a complete package," Natasha said,

letting out a brief laugh.

"Thanks for the compliment, Natasha," said Luke with a slight grimace, which, to his frustration, only seemed to highlight the perfection of his new face even more.

Natasha gave a mocking bow. "Always at your service, my lady."

"Being this perfect almost feels like a cruel joke. If I saw you on the street, I'd think you were

something artificial. And the worst part is that even I can't stop looking at you," Wednesday remarked, scanning Luke from head to toe.

"Does that mean you still find me irresistible, even with this elven queen appearance?" Luke asked, his crooked smile only enhancing his flawless features.

"Irresistible? Irritating is the right word. You're just as irritating in any form-that doesn't change," Wednesday replied, her dark eyes showing not a hint of admiration. "Thanks, I guess," Luke said, stepping a bit closer to her, hoping to make the most of the

moment.

But Wednesday wasn't having it. She pushed him away with a sharp gesture, her gaze fixed on him with a mix of disdain and annoyance. "Don't get any ideas," she said, clearly irritated by

his proximity.

"I don't want you misunderstanding. I like your male self," she added.

"Oh, yeah... sorry," Luke murmured, scratching his golden hair. Even that small, seemingly casual gesture made his image appear even more perfect, as if he were effortlessly posing.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

For a moment, he forgot he was in a female body. It was obvious that Wednesday, being heterosexual, felt uncomfortable with Luke's proximity in this new form, even though he was still the same person on the inside.

It would be the same for him if Wednesday transformed into a man. He wouldn't want to kiss her or get close if she were in that form.

"Alright, let me take a photo for the fake identity," Natasha said, pulling a professional

camera out of a drawer.

Luke stood against the wall, and Natasha snapped a couple of pictures.

"What name would you like, Miss Perfection?" Natasha asked.

"Mm... I don't know," Luke said with a thoughtful look.

"Tuesday," Wednesday answered for him. "That's a good one," Natasha nodded.

'Ask me if I agree or not...' Luke thought, but he said nothing.

Natasha then took a few photos of Wednesday for her fake ID. "And you? What name do you

want?" she asked.

"Jenna," Luke answered in her place.

"Why Jenna?" Wednesday asked, looking at him.

"I don't know. It was the first thing that came to mind," Luke replied, shrugging.

"Fine, I'll use that name," Wednesday said. She didn't care much about her fake identity.

"Alright. I'll be your mother, Lucy Foster. Widow. Your father died in a recent car accident, which prompted us to move to escape our tragic past," Natasha explained.

"You'll attend Shadyside High School as twin sisters. We need to investigate the historical sites of the two towns-perhaps in old archives, a local library, city records, or even the school itself. Evidence might even be hidden in the woods between the towns; we just don't

know," she added.

"Great, a scavenger hunt in a normie school with this flashy skin," Luke said, rolling his eyes. "You never like being the center of attention, and now you will be-thanks to your perfection," Wednesday said with a faintly mocking smile.

Luke spoke with Natasha about Ajax's birthday, and she allowed him to attend. In fact, it was

a good idea to go there before heading to Ohio.

In Natasha's view, the plan offered a strategic advantage. They were currently in New York, about 900 kilometers from Ohio, and if they departed directly from there, their pursuers would likely find them quickly due to the proximity.

However, by going first to Ajax's house in Nevada, about 3,500 kilometers from New York, their pursuers would lose time and have to cover a much greater distance. Their trackers wouldn't be searching within the immediate radius of New York and Ohio.

Instead, they would start their search from Nevada and have to traverse a significantly larger

area.

Luke left Natasha's room and noticed he still had over thirty minutes to spare. He didn't like being in this form, no matter how perfect it was. He preferred being a man. Wednesday returned to her room-it seemed she didn't enjoy being around a princess straight out of a fairy tale either.

'Damn it. I'm going to train,' Luke thought, starting to walk through the dark, narrow

hallways of the mansion.

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