Halloween 2004 - Season of the Witch

by Jennifer White

 

The cold wind howled, and the dark clouds gave way to expose the silver-gray beam of light from the full moon in the late October sky. The sky had threatened rain all day, but now it was starting to clear. The full moon drowned out most of the stars, and cast an eerie pall over the scenery.

It somehow even seemed to send a chill through the campfire, as Andy went to the cooler to grab another round of beers for the guys. Bob had suggested the camping trip, and quickly Jake, Martin and Frank agreed to join. Andy had been reluctant, but they twisted his arm.

He returned with the cans of beer, and the guys all grabbed one, and started to drink. Out here in the woods, past the border of the state park, it was quiet and remote. There was no chance of having the park ranger get them for drinking; they were on private land. They were safe. Or so they thought.

 

"What's that?" said Andy, turning at the snap of a twig in the woods past the clearing.

"Aw you big baby, probably some squirrel or raccoon" said Jake.

"I don't know. It sounded too big" he replied, defensively.

"Over there!" said Martin, upon hearing a the sound too. "That was no rodent."

"Quiet everyone. If its a bear, we don't want to have it in our camp! Frank, grab your flashlight."

Frank took the flashlight, and shined the beam into the woods. The beam swept across a shape which made him turn back to it. A human shape.

"It's a woman!" said Bob.

"What would a naked women be doing in the woods at this hour?" said Jake.

"I don't know, but I want to find out!" said Martin.

"Me too!"

"Come on guys, lets go see what she's up to!"

 

The six young men, all ranged in age from twenty, to twenty eight. They all worked for the same company, and they were fast friends. Now, here they were walking together through the woods, chasing what they thought was a naked women. They were all drunk, and making quite a racket as they trudged through the thick underbrush, well off the beaten trail. It never occurred to them to wonder how a naked woman have moved through the impenetrable thorns and vines they were slogging through. They simple kept chasing after her.

Now and then, a glimpse of her would appear in the distance, in the beam of Frank's flashlight. They kept closing in on her, getting closer and closer. But when they had to be less than a hundred feet away, there was a problem. Frank's flashlight died.

"Oh great. Now we can't even see" said Jake.

"You idiot! Didn't you change the batteries?"

"Yes!" said Frank, defensively. "I just put in new ones before we left. Good ones too. This really sucks!"

"You've got that right."

"Hold still. I've got to take a wiz" said Fred.

"Me too."

Soon they were all going, relieving their bladders of the beer they had been drinking.

"Look, over there!" said Andy, as he zipped up his fly.

"What?"

"I saw a light. Come on guys, follow me!"

Nobody else had seen the light, but they followed Andy, mostly by sound. The night was pitch black now, with the moon having gone behind a cloud. There was a mist in the air, as the cold dampness of night settled in. A few times, something silently whirred over their heads as the moved forward.

"What's that?" asked Bob.

"Probably just bats. They don't make noise when they fly, like birds do."

"Bats? Yuck!" said Fred

"Oh come on. They're good. They eat mosquitos. Anything that gets rid of bugs is good in my book."

"Yeah, me too."

 

"Where was that light of yours?" asked Martin.

"Up here. Just past this ridge" said Andy.

They took a few more steps forward, and there below them they saw it. A small cabin in the woods. A cheery yellow light shone through the windows. As they got to the top of the ridge, they caught a glimpse of the naked woman ducking in the door.

"Lets go see her" said Jake.

"Maybe we should leave her alone" said Andy.

"Aw, come one. We're lost out here. We can say we're just asking for directions. Maybe she'll give us some food, or let us sleep there for the night."

"You mean sleep with *her* for the night" said Andy.

"You got that bro!" he replied, high fiving him.

 

The six guys walked down the ridge, through the flower beds, and onto the nicely mowed lawn. They went up to the front door, and knocked. The door swung open, and a woman's voice beckoned them.

"Come in, you must be cold" she said sweetly.

They all walked into the house. The main room was dark, except for the embers of the fire on the far wall. It had looked so bright from outside! But it was hard to see once they were in. The moved to the center of the room.

"Hello?" said Jake.

"Where are you?" said Frank.

They heard the door swing shut behind them. An ash fell from the embers, sending orange sparks to the bottom of the fire grate, and suddenly the fire leapt up to full strength, flooding the room with heat and light. They blinked, trying to adjust their eyes to full light, after so long in the dark.

 

When their eyes were able to focus on the room, right away they sensed that something was wrong. Very wrong. The room was nicely furnished, and three pleasant looking old ladies were scattered around the room. One was standing by the door, with a smile on her face. The second was in her chair, with a black cat purring on her lap. The third was in the kitchenette area, making something on the stove.

They all looked normal. They all looked nice. But they sent shivers up and down the spines of the six young men. There was something menacing about them. Something powerful. Each of the guys felt a queasiness in his stomach.

"I'm getting out of here" said Fred.

He turned to run out the door, but it was too late. His legs felt like lead, and he was unable to move from where he was standing. The others were also discovering that they too were frozen in place, as if their feet were stuck in cured cement. They struggled, but soon they gave up. It was useless. They were trapped.

 

"As you are just discovering" said the first lady, "we are not who we appear to be at first glance. We are *witches*."

A shiver of fear went through Andy's spine at the word. That was impossible though. An old wife's tale. Stories to scare children. Witches didn't really exist!

"We followed a young woman here" said Bob. "Where is she?"

"I'll tell you" said the woman by the door. "She is me!"

"No!" said Bob. "She was, um, younger than you."

"You mean like this?" said the old woman.

She smiled, and waved her hand. Before their eyes, she started to look younger and younger. Her white hair changed to gray, then to a blonde shade. The wrinkles on her face disappeared. Her soft roundness got harder, and her form became more clearly defined. Her sagginess in her breasts went away, replaced by the uplifted firmness of youth. Now she seemed to be in her twenties, a nubile young woman. They all lusted after her.

The other two old women walked around to the front, and they two were changing. Both now had long black hair, and they got progressively sexier as their ages moved back to their twenties. Their clothes were changing now as well. Instead of baggy shapeless clothes of an old lady, they were now dressed in the latest fashion, with short skirts, skimpy tops to show off their boobs, makeup, painted nails, jewelry, and the works.

"These are our true forms. We assume the guise of old ladies when we want to keep young men away" said the blonde.

"But you led us here" protested Jake.

"Yes, I did. I brought you here for a reason."

"And what is that?" said Bob defensively."

"You are here to be judged" she said.

* * *

 

The six young men were placed in a row, all facing the south wall. In front of them, the three witches set up a long table, and place three folding chairs on the far side of it.

"You will now face our tribunal" said the one on the far left.

"You are terrible sinners, and you are charged with various crimes. You will be tried, judged, and sentenced, if warranted" said the one on the far right.

"Let the judgment begin!" said the blonde, in the center. She was clearly the leader. She was the one they now feared the most. The witches had shown glimpses of the powers the possessed. All six of the guys were quaking inside, although they didn't dare let on about how they felt.

"First, is you Robert" said the witch on the left. "The others may sit. Now."

Andy found himself suddenly weighing a thousand pounds, seemingly. His knees buckled, and he was forced to lower himself to the floor. Once on the floor, his legs crossed themselves, as if being pulled by unseen wires. He sat with perfect posture, staring ahead at the witches. Only Bob remained on his feet.

 

"So, Bob, let us begin with you" said the blonde witch.

"You are charged with neglect and abandonment. How do you plead."

"I don't understand" he said. "I didn't do anything!"

"But Bob, you did" said the witch on the right. First was Angelica. You fathered a baby with her, then left her before she was born. You also made a baby Tammy, and also you left her. You have not taken responsibility for either baby, morally or financially. You have not acted as a father, you have acted as a sperm donor."

"It's not like that!" said Bob. "It's her fault for not telling me that she wasn't on birth control."

"Did you ask?" said the witch on the left.

"No."

"Did you wear protection?"

"No."

"Did you take responsibility for your actions?"

"I guess not" he said.

The witches turned to each other an muttered something in a language that Andy could not understand.

"We pronounce you guilt as charged" said the witch in the middle.

"You can't seem to keep yourself out of women's vaginas" said the one on the left. "This tribunal hereby sentences you to a fitting punishment."

She closed her eyes, bowed her head, and began waving her hands in the air. They others noticed that Bob was starting to turn pale. Pure white in fact. All over his body, from his hands to his feet, he was turning a brighter and brighter color of white. His clothes started to melt away, and he was now nude.

Except that there was something else going on; he wasn't just changing colors, he was also changing shape. Instead of a man's body, he was gradually changing into more of a pure cylindrical shape, like a cigarette, only not as long and not as thin.

Bob tried to scream, but his mouth opened, and only a gurgling came from inside. His mouth was stuck open now, and it was getting hard to tell where his head ended and his shoulders began. It was all starting to blur into a single cylinder. His arms at his side had absorbed into his body, and his two legs had fused into one. A film started to form over his mouth and his eyes. Soon they disappeared into the uniform whiteness.

Bob was now a perfect white cylinder, of what looked to be a soft fabric, except the top of his head was rounded off. And now he was shrinking. He was getting smaller and smaller. As he shrunk, a glossy film started to form over him. It was only when he got to be about a foot in height that Andy suddenly realized what he looked like: he appeared to be just like a woman's tampon.

It freaked out the guys to see Bob transformed like that. He continued to shrink, until he reached the proper size for a tampon, it it's clear shrink wrap. The witch on the right picked him up, and placed him on the end of the long table.

"Now you will be happy" she said. "You will spend your last day deep up inside a pussy, until you are discarded. Instead of making a baby, you will perform a service for your woman, by absorbing her discharge. You should be very proud of yourself now, and very happy."

 

Not only was Andy freaked out from what they had just done to Bob, but he was also now starting to question himself. What had he ever done wrong? Why were they going to try him? He just didn't understand. But he found that he could not even speak now. All he could do was watch, as Jake was brought up next to face judgment.

 

"You are charged with financial wrongs, laziness and emotional neglect. How do you plead?"

"I am innocent!" said Jake, quite upset now after seeing what they did to Bob. It was much worse now, because *he* was the one on the hot seat.

"But Jake, look what you do to poor Carolyn. She works 50 hours a week, and earns all the money for the home, while you sit around."

"I'm trying to get a job!" he said.

"The last time you really tried was when? Waiting for something that pays a million dollars a year is not job hunting. You make her do all the work, while you sit around the apartment, not even offering to do the housework! And you don't appreciate all that she does for you. Do you deny this?"

"No" said Jake, his head down.

 

The three witches discussed it together, then judgment was pronounced.

"You have been found guilty. Since you were interested in your woman only for her purse, we have a fitting punishment for you."

Jake's arms raised up, like a ballerina, and made an arch over his head.

"What's happening to me!" he said in great alarm, as the others looked on in horror and panic.

Jake's clothes seemed to melt away from his body. All over, he was getting darker and darker. His legs were fusing together. He opened his mouth to scream, but his head suddenly threw back, so that his mouth was facing the ceiling. He was stuck in that position, and now his mouth seemed to open up wider and wider.

His skin was now all jet black, and his body formed a uniform block shape, except for his manhood which still protruded out, fully erect. The end, the very tip, started to change color from black to shiny silver, like stainless steel. Jake couldn't sense this, because he was starting to shrink now. His arms were getting thinner and thinner as he got smaller. His manhood started to rapidly pull in, until only the silver tip was still visible.

As the tip itself started to change to a triangle shape, he started to get thinner, instead of being a uniform block. Now his front side was broader than it was tall, and he was getting more and more thin in his profile. His arms had shrunk down to a thin strap, and the others suddenly realized what he was becoming: a woman's purse.

His skin started to take on a new texture, and a glossy sheen. The metal triangle which had formerly been his manhood started to get rounder corners, and black writing appeared on it. "Prada" it read.

 

Jake was a purse now. The witch on the right picked him up, and placed him next to the tampon, which used to be Bob. Although they couldn't see inside of him, he was not an empty purse. His internal organs had changed to, becoming a tube of lipstick, a small bottle of perfume, a change purse, a lighter, a compact, and a small tube of mascara.

All four of the remaining guys were in utter panic inside, thinking "Am I next? What did I do? What are they going to do to *me*?" They looked at each other, their hearts in their mouths as they waited to see who was next. The witches talked to each other for a while, then decided to take a break. The guys were stuck in place as the witches went to the kitchenette, and drank herbal tea as they chatted about their garden, the weather, and the sacred night of Halloween, when their powers were at their fullest.

Halloween! How stupid the guys felt for having picked *this* night to be out camping. They had stumbled into a coven of witches, and now they were in over their heads. The longer they had to wait, the worse their impending doom seemed. It was almost a relief in a way, when the witches brought the tribunal back into session.

 

"Martin" said the blonde witch. "You will now be judged."

It was instant relief for Andy, but a moment of utter fear for Martin, as he went through his memories, trying to think of what he had done wrong. Obviously, they were being judged on how they had wronged women. Andy couldn't think of anything he had done, but Martin had a dark secret, and it was already dawning on him what they would nail him for.

"You are charged with invasion of privacy, lewd conduct, and profiting from your illegal actions. How do you plead?"

"Guilty" said Martin, his head down in shame.

"Please tell the court, in your own words, what you have done."

"I have used my digital camera in my cell phone to take picture's up women's skirts. Then I sell them on the internet."

Andy was shocked. He had no idea that Martin did something like that! Yes, he knew his buddy seemed to have more money now than normal, but he had never thought the source would be something disgusting like that!

"Is that all?" said the black haired witch on the left.

"Yes" said Martin.

"You're not leaving anything out?" said the one on the right."

"No."

"Then tell me, what about Sarah."

Martin froze, his face flush. How could they possibly know about her, and what he had done? They had dated for two years, and it had been wonderful except that she wanted 'to wait until they were married' before they made love for the first time. But Martin couldn't wait. So one night, he arranged a romantic evening for her, and made sure to get her really drunk. In her stupor, with her inhibitions down, she let him make love to her. They broke up soon afterwards, because she could not live with the shame of having given in. He had all but forgotten her. That was five years ago, and he had dated six other women since.

"Sarah" said Martin.

"Tell us. Did you get her drunk, so she would have sexual relations with you?"

"Yes" he admitted, his head down.

"Even though you knew it was in her morals to wait until marriage?"

"Yes."

"Even though you knew that emotionally, she wasn't ready for it?"

"I guess."

 

The witches conferred. Their concurrence was swift.

"You have been found guilt, as charged. Since you like going up women's skirts so much, whether by photograph or by getting them drunk, you will receive a fitting punishment. You only see women for what they have inside their skirts, so that is where you will spend your time from now on."

Martin was shaking, as the spell began. His clothes just melted away, and he was standing there naked before them. He looked at himself, and noticed that his skin was getting tan. A nice, uniform color all over his body, with absolutely no variation, although it started to take on a very fine grained texture.

Martin's manhood started to pull back up inside him, and within seconds, he was completely flat in the front, with no bulges to be seen. He screamed as he looked down and saw what had happened to him. But now, he started to collapse back into himself, from just below his belly button. His torso seemed to be sinking down into himself, and soon his whole middle was gone, and his arms and head were all that was visible above his waist.

Meanwhile, as he started to collapse inward, his hips started to flatten and get wider, like a woman's. His rear end changed shape, and Andy could have swore that he was looking at the legs of a very sexy woman, wrapped up in pantyhose, with Martin's frantic head at the top of them, slowly sinking inwards.

Both Frank and Jake knew what was going on. Their friend was being transformed into a pair of pantyhose, right before their eyes. Now his chin had sunk down, and soon his mouth would be hidden too, as he sank further in.

"Good-bye" he said, as he sunk further in. Within moments all you could see was his head from they eyes up. His eyes were pleading for it to stop, but the witches were not going to relent now. The top of his head disappeared inside him, and how he was just a set of female legs and hips, covered in pantyhose nylon material.

A white crack started to form in the crotch, getting longer and wider. Meanwhile, instead of being solid legs, the substance of his body started to thin out. Soon, Andy could see light through him, filtered by the tan color of the nylon. Martin was now a pair of pantyhose, as if he was being worn by an invisible woman. Then suddenly, he collapsed to the floor, falling into a bunch.

The witch on the left went to pick him up, and placed him on the table next to the tampon and the purse.

 

"Lets see who's next" said the blonde witch. It was the scariest thing Andy had ever heard in his life. Was he next? Or was it to be Fred? Or Frank? And what horrible things would they be turned into? What wrongs had they committed against women, that they were being targeted like this? And was there *any* chance to escape this alive?

"We will judge *you* now, Frank" said the witch.

Frank stood up, as they read the charges aloud.

"You are changed with lecherous behavior. How do you plead?"

"I don't know what you're talking about!" said Frank.

"When you see a beautiful woman, you don't look at her as a person. You look at her like a piece of meat. You don't look into our eyes, do you. You look at our boobs. Even now, as we're trying your case, you're staring at *my* breasts."

"Yeah, I guess so. But it's because I'm a man" he said defensively.

"Not for long" said the witch on the left.

All three witches laughed. Andy decided it was more of a giggle than a 'cackle', which witches were supposed to have when they laughed. But it didn't matter. A silly sounding feminine giggle was an ominous sound, when it came from *them*. He knew what they could do. And they were about to do it again.

"Guilty!" they all said in unison.

"Since you are interested in women only for their boobs, I have a wonderful punishment for you. You will be quite happy in your new form, I think."

 

Frank stood there, unable to move. He struggled, but his feet seemed to weigh ten tons each. He could not flee. He was all in a cold panic, wondering what they were about to do to him. He couldn't feel anything, but Andy seated on the floor, could see it starting to happen.

Frank's chest was changing. At first, it was small and subtle, but then it was more and more pronounced. He was growing boobs, right on his chest. His shirt puffed out more and more in front of him, as his boobs seemed to inflate, getting larger, larger, and larger.

"No!" he said. He wanted to put his hands on them, to stop them from growing out, but he was frozen. One button on his flannel shirt burst off, then another, as his chest continued to expand. That exposed the whole top of his chest, and his deep cleavage. His breasts were now much bigger than even those of the beautiful witches seated before him.

Frank's clothes seemed to turn to dust all of a sudden, and melt away. His hands shot up, and cupped his massive beautiful female breasts, and in response, he got as hard as a rock between his legs. But his transformation was far from over. Now his arms shot behind himself to the middle of his back, and the fingers on his hands interlocked, gripping each other tightly.

His skin was turning more and more pale, soon reaching an ashen white color. He was getting thinner, except for his breasts. And he was getting smaller at the same time. He sank to the floor, in a seated position. Suddenly, his legs went straight up in the air, and in what looked to be a painful thing, his knees started to bend the wrong way.

Frank's legs drew closer and closer to his body, pulling further and further up as well. He was bending now from the pelvis, like a closing jackknife. His knees, bending the wrong way made it so that his feet were now touching his back. He looked like a sick contortionist.

Frank's feet were disappearing, and his legs were changing from their tapering tubular shape, to a flat one, like a band. The ends of his legs, where his feet should be, were now touching his arms behind his back, and seemed to fuse in place there. Meanwhile, on his front, a pattern was starting to appear over his breasts. A lacy pattern.

Andy was able to tell now what Frank's fate would be. He was becoming a bra. His legs had formed into the straps over the shoulders. His arms were the bands behind his back, and his fingers were the clasps to attach it. He was shrinking in size, and starting to melt into himself. He was starting to look more and more like a bra, and less and less like a human.

Frank looked down, and could see the full cups of the bra he was wearing. He was nothing now, but a head, a bra, and boobs. With a look of absolute horror and revulsion, his head melted away, while the rest of him completed transforming. He fell limply to the floor, nothing but a bra now.

The witch on the right side of the table went to pick him up.

"He will be very happy from now on. He will spend the remainder of his time wrapped around female breasts."

Andy and Fred looked at each other. There was just the pair of them left. Who's turn was it going to be next? It was like a game of Russian roulette, but with a much worse outcome than being shot. That would be merciful, compared to what had happened to their friends, who were now transformed into a purse, a bra, a tampon and pantyhose.

The witches sensed the tension, and decided to take another break, making Andy and Fred sweat it out. That left the two of them alone for a moment.

"What did you do, that they're going to nail you for" whispered Fred, who found himself able to speak now.

"I don't know!" hissed Andy. "What about you?"

"I'm in trouble. I keep dating chicks, and after I bang them, I move on to the next one. Fresh meat, you know?"

"You've got that reputation" agreed Andy.

"I think that's what they'll get me for. But you're nice to the babes."

"I don't get it" he said in agreement.

"Shh, here they come."

 

The tribunal resumed, and the guys trembled in fear, as they waited for the next one to go down.

"It is your turn Fred" said the witch in the center.

Fred rose up.

"No, please!" he said.

"Why dear, we haven't even read the charges yet" she replied.

"I did it. I had sex with them, and left them. I'm guilty. Please spare me! I'll do anything!"

"Sir, this is a trial, and we must obey the rules. First, we need to read the charges. You are being charged with exactly what you said: making women fall in love with you, making love to them, then breaking their hearts."

"I'm guilty" he said.

"Let the record reflect that the accused has pled guilty" said the witch on the left.

"Please, have mercy on me!" said Fred. "Don't turn me into something unnatural!"

"Don't worry" said the witch on the right. "Your punishment will be something very fitting."

"You were only good for one thing to women," said the witch on the left, "giving them sexual pleasure. And this is a role you continue to fill, once you are in your new form."

Both Fred and Andy already had an inkling of what was about to happen, but neither wanted to even *think* of it. Fred was trembling with fear as he stood, and the magic began. First, nothing seemed to happen. But then his clothes turned to dust and fell away, as had happened to his friends. Now he was naked. The witch in the middle of the table, the hot blonde, unbuttoned her blouse, exposing her breasts, which were cradled in a pink silk bra.

Immediately Fred reacted by getting a hard-on. But this was no ordinary hard-on. As usual, his member swelled up to a much larger size than normal, getting stiff and erect. But once at what was normally full size, it didn't stop.

At first, he felt wonderful, to see himself with an oversized manhood between his legs. It was enormous, and it kept growing. The girls would line up for him now, he thought. But it kept going and going. Now it reached a size that he doubled would even fit inside a woman anymore. It was getting not just longer, but wider too, keeping its proportions, but always growing in size.

Fred hadn't noticed it, but as his member kept enlarging, the rest of him was shrinking. He was only three feet tall now, looking grotesque with such a large thing protruding from between his legs. It got so large now as it continued to grow, that he could no longer stand, and he fell to the floor.

"No!" he said in a tiny voice, as his body continued to shrink away, as it was converted into the oversized manhood he now was becoming. His legs were disappearing, as the material from them was converted. His arms were at his side, and now even his torso, which was now in line with his enormous penis, was getting sucked in.

"Help me!" he said, as his arms disappeared into the gigantic throbbing mass he was becoming. He was becoming nothing but one giant penis, and he could not stop it. Soon, only his head protruded from the other side. But now, something changed. Instead of growing in size, he started shrinking down, smaller and smaller. The proportions remained the same, but he was getting tinier by the second.

His head was changing too, become a pink color, in contrast to the rest of his skin, which retained its normal hue, although it seemed to Andy that the color was getting more uniform, and the texture was getting smoother and shinier. Now only the top of Fred's head was visible, and it had become pink and hard. He kept getting smaller, until eventually he was the size of just a very well endowed man.

The witch at the right side of the table walked over and picked him up.

"Yum" she said, pressing the pink button that was his head before. A buzzing sound could be heard. They had turned Fred into a dildo! A very realistic looking one, with a built in vibrator.

"Couldn't we have make him a bit larger?" said the witch on the left.

"No, he's just right" said the one in the middle.

Fred was placed on the table next to Andy's other friends, in their new forms. Andy knew that all of his friends had been transformed because they had wronged women. And now, each of them was something that only a woman would use. He was scared almost to death, and trying as hard as he could to figure out what he had done wrong. Why was he on trial here too? He hadn't gotten anyone pregnant and left them. He didn't break girl's hearts. He didn't mooch off a woman. Why were they interested in him?

 

"Well Andrew, you are the last one left" said the blonde witch.

It was his time. Fear coursed through his veins, and he felt a chill down to the very bone. It was Andy's time to stand trail for his sins against women.

"But what have I done?" he said, his voice trembling. "I haven't been like my friends! They didn't deserve what you did to them. And what about me? I'm innocent!"

"Innocent?" said the witch on the left.

"Ah, what a surprise to hear a man deny that he is guilty" said the witch on the right.

"In most ways" said the blonde witch in the center, "you are the worst sinner of them all. At least your friends knew they were guilty. You on the other hand feign innocence, when you are charged with a most serious crime: insubordination."

"What? What do you mean!" said Andy.

"When Monica was promoted at work, instead of you, what was it that you told your friend Jake?"

"I don't remember" said Andy.

"Maybe this will refresh your memory" she said.

She waved her hands, and above her head, a gray cloud formed. In the cloud, an image started to appear. It got clearer and clearer. Soon, it was evident that it was an image of Andy, talking to Jake.

"I can't believe Monica got promoted" said Jake. "I wonder who she slept with to get that job?"

"I tell you" said Andy in the vision, "I would never work for her. She's too emotional and irrational. I don't see how anyone could ever work for a woman as a boss."

 

The cloud faded away, and Andy stood there stunned. It had just been idle macho chatter. He didn't even remember having said it!

"Oh come on, you're going to get me for just that?" he said, insulted.

"Oh no. There is much more. It all stems from when you were young, and refused to obey your mother. You only listened to your father. You had discipline problems as a child when you had female teachers, but you were well behaved when a man taught the class. And even now, whether you realize it or not, ever time you get into a relationship, as soon as your girlfriends tries to do something like improve how you dress, which isn't very good by the way, you feel resentment, and push her away."

"You refuse to let a female control you in any way" said the witch on the left.

"You can't stand having a woman in control" said the witch on the right.

"And you are guilty!" they all said in unison.

 

"What are you going to do, turn me into a woman's bondage outfit or something?" said Andy, upset and insulted. How dare these witches try to impose their will on him! His fear and loathing turned to outrage and anger.

"See? You're doing it again" said the blonde witch, shaking her head.

Her long beautiful hair flew gracefully as she moved. Although he hated and resented her, Andy also felt himself strangely attracted to her. She *was* hot after all. Andy wanted her, as any man would. But what she said next turned his stomach.

"In every person, there is a male and a female side. In your case, the male side is 99.9% dominant. You have denied your inner woman's very existence. No, I am not going to turn you into a whip or a leather dominatrix suit. No, instead, I am going to free your inner woman, and imprison you within her. *She* will rule your mind, and *you* will become nothing but a spectator, as she runs your life. Everything from now on that you do, will be governed by your inner woman. A woman will rule you in all ways, and you will be nothing but an empty shell, a body through which she flows."

She waved her hand. Andy didn't feel himself changing physically, as his friends had. Instead, all the changes were in his head. It was subtle at first, but there was somewhat of a shift in his thoughts. The first thing he noticed, was that as he started at the hot blonde, the way he looked at her changed somewhat. He noticed how nice her nails were. He noticed how good of a job she had done with her makeup. He loved how her hair came out, and wondered what she had done to get it like that, so full but not stiff with hairspray.

His eyes went down to her shoes, and he noticed their color for the first time, and how it complimented the color of her nails. The moderate heel on the shoes made her legs look really nice. He wished legs looked that good.

Wait! No he didn't! He started to panic. Why had he thought that? That was crazy! He looked around. Something had definitely changed within him. He was seeing everything differently now. He noticed the window treatments for the first time. Window treatments? Why was he looking at them, and why in the world was he admiring them?

It was then that he sensed *her*. A woman. His inner female side. He had denied her and kept her down at all times. But now, she was there too, inside of him. She was growing, and now wanting equal time within his thoughts. He struggled to tell himself that he was a man, and he didn't think like a woman, but that didn't help. She actually laughed. She was getting stronger. And now he could actually hear her thoughts.

"My legs are so hairy!" she thought. "I need to fix that, right away."

"You're not shaving my legs!" thought Andy in his mind.

"You mean *my* legs" she replied. "Remember my dear boy, I am you!"

"No you're not!" he replied to her in his mind.

"Yes I am. And I'm getting stronger all the time. In fact, I can sense that you are growing weaker."

She made him take a step forward. A step with a definite female grace that he lacked. She had controlled his body, and made him do something against his will! Her will had overruled him, and she had started to take control of his body.

Andy struggled furiously to keep her down, to not allow her to be the one in control, but it was futile. It was like holding back the tide at the beach. You might get in the way a little bit, but it will wash around you and over you. In this way, she was taking over. She was gaining control. And Andy was helpless to do anything now, but watch.

Andy's posture changed. *She* was now the one standing. The witches smiled as they saw this. They knew it wouldn't be long now, before his inner female self had completely taken over.

"I like your outfit" he said to the witch on the right, in a strange tone of voice which scared him. "It goes really well with your style. It's so cute!"

"Thank you" she replied. "Would you like to wear something pretty like this yourself?"

"Oh would I!" replied Andy, in a tone that was getting softer and higher by the minute.

"No!!! Stop this!" he yelled in his head, but his thoughts were unheeded by his inner female, who was now so strong that her thoughts rang in Andy's ears like thunder. His voice was getting dimmer and dimmer against the clamor of her thoughts. Like trying to whisper during an arena rock concert when the crowd is roaring along with the band. Or the sound of a butterfly next to a jet airplane.

"I've longed to wear a bra" said Andy, in his girly voice. "But *he* would never let me."

"I have one right here" said the witch on the right.

Andy took his shirt off, and gladly accepted the bra from the witch. Inside Andy was screaming. That bra was Frank. He couldn't wear Frank! No!!!!

"That feels good" his voice said.

It was strange. He spoke, but it wasn't him doing it. It was *her*. He moved, but it wasn't him doing it. It was *her*. He was a mere spectator now, being dragged along as the woman inside him did everything.

"How about some pantyhose?" asked the witch.

"I'd *love* to feel them on my legs" he said, taking them from her.

"No!!! Those are Jake!!!!" yelled Andy in his head. "Please stop."

"Ooh, that feels nice" he said out loud, as he pulled them up, letting the top go with a snap.

"If you could have one wish" said the blonde witch, "what would it be?"

"Well," said Andy's voice, "I'm so happy that you've freed me. But I'm stuck in this *male* body. I wish I was a pretty woman, like you."

"Nooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!!" said Andy inside.

His protests were useless. They just went unheard.

"Today is our high holiday" said the witch. "So we will grant your wish."

Andy smiled. His inner female was happy, and she was fully in charge. And now she was about to get what she wanted: a female body to live in. Andy could feel it starting in his chest. It started swelling up, larger and larger. He could feel the pressure as the cups of the bra (which used to be Frank!) filled up. The straps on his shoulders started to strain to hold up the weight as his bust continued to develop. Now he was stacked.

But he didn't have time to think about it, because of what he was feeling between his legs. He brushed the long hair out of his eyes. How did he get long hair? And his hands; they were so small now. They had changed too. He wanted to touch himself between the legs, and feel that he was still a man. But instead *she* wouldn't let him do that. Instead, she gladly cupped his large breasts in his hands, and smiled.

He could feel between his legs that his manhood was pulling up inside of himself. The muscles in his butt tightened up. His hips; they were getting wider! His butt was getting rounder. No! Please stop! But it was to no avail. His skin was getting smoother. He could feel his face changing. He knew he was getting pretty. He just knew it.

He was a girl now. He was. His body was gone. He was in a female body. His body was female! And his mind too. The woman inside him was fully in control. And now in her female body, her feelings were starting to grow too. Her thoughts, her feelings, her desires. And all he could do was to experience them as she lived them.

"Ooh, look what I found" she said, in her new sexy feminine voice, as she picked up the dildo which used to be Fred. She smiled, and held him down between her legs.

"Try the button" said the witch.

She pressed the red button, and it started to vibrate.

"I'll need a minute alone" she said.

"Sure honey. When you're done, pick out a nice dress from the closet."

"Thanks" said Andy, with a naughty smile on his now female face.

"By the way, your name is now Paulina" said the witch.

"I am Paulina" said Andy.

"No!" screamed Andy inside, but it was hard for him to even hear his own thoughts anymore. She was drowning him out. And now, she was walking to the bedroom. She took off her the pantyhose, laid on the bed on her back, and spread her legs wide. Andy felt new sensations explode all over as she started to work her clit with the vibrator. She was getting wet already. And then she was starting to slide it in, deep within her.

And Andy felt it all. And now he was feeling female orgasms, one after the other. As much as he hated to admit it, they *did* feel unbelievable. But the feeling of having something inside his pussy? Something that used to be Fred? Andy wished he was dead. But he couldn't die. He couldn't do anything. Paulina controlled him now, in every way. He *was* Paulina in every way except one: he could still think and feel, and experience everything as she lived. He was trapped in her body. He was unable to do *anything*, which was the most terrifying of all.

 

When Paulina was done with the dildo, and took half an hour to relax from all the aftereffects of the orgasms. Then she put on a pair of sexy panties, put the pantyhose back on (which used to be Martin!), then found a pretty dress. After putting on makeup and jewelry, she found a really cute pair of shoes. Then she went back out to see the witches.

"Oh Paulina, you look lovely" said the blond witch.

"Thank you. This is all thanks to you" she replied.

The witches had a nice dinner set up, and Paulina dined with them. They chatted away with girl-talk, as Andy suffered along with every second. He *hated* these witches, with all his heart. But here he was, as a female, making friends with them! In fact, Paulina was making plans to hang out with them the next weekend!

 

When dinner was done, Paulina walked over to the table to get her purse. She picked up the tampon laying on the table, and tossed it into the purse.

"I might need this soon" she said. "I feel a few cramps."

Cramps! Andy was feeling cramps now. He was about to have a period. He was a woman, and under the complete control of a woman inside. He had to admit: his punishment was the worst of all. He was sentenced to life as a woman.

 

"See you Friday" said Paulina, as she walked outside. The clouds had cleared up, and although there was a chill in the air, it felt invigorating. The wind ruffled her skirt, and she giggled. A small car was waiting in the driveway. Paulina recognized it as hers. She got in, and drove home. To a home that used to be Andy's.

As she drove, she thought of all the work she needed to do. Redecorate the house. Buy new clothes. And get rid of all that male junk that Andy had piled up. Inside, he tried to cry. But his body was not his own anymore. It was female now. Like him.

"Trick or treat" said Paulina, as she drove off into the night, as October changed to November in the depths of the dark dark night....

  

  

  

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