I wonder what other tricks this witch knows.

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Phillip had somehow ended up in a situation that he had not dreamed was possible, but he was loving it. The week had been like any other. He went to his mundane job, did his work, and made his way back home. It was on this trip back home that he had spotted the little shop. It had not been there last week, he was sure of it. The sign read, Wilma’s Witchcraft Warehouse. Warehouse was certainly an overstatement, he mused as he looked at the tiny little hole in the wall. Curious though, Phillip stepped inside.

The shop was small, dark, and cluttered with all sorts of oddities. There were heads in jars, books on spellcrafting, and occult supplies on every shelf. Phillip wondered if any of it was real or if this whole place was just some kind of goth girl tourist-trap. He was wandering down the first aisle of the store when a woman stepped out from behind a bookcase, startling him. She wore a long, flowing cloak and a stereotypically pointed witch's hat.

“Why hello, dear,” she said, amusedly. “What might you be doing in a shop like this?”

“Just curious, I guess,” said Phillip, not really having a very good answer.

“Just curious, eh? Well, I know the type. You probably think this is all a bunch of nonsense. Surely witchcraft isn't real… am I right?”

“No, I mean… I don't know.”

“Tell you what, how about I prove it to you?”

“Uh, sure. How though?”

“Well, by performing a spell of course! How else?!” she said, her tone bordering on excitement. “But first, we need to find a good spell for you. May I read you?”

“Read me?”

“Yes, read you. I promise it won't hurt.”

Without waiting for another reply, she reached over to Phillip and placed her hand on his head. She closed her eyes as if in deep concentration, then opened them again to reveal that her pupils had gone completely white. She stared into space, slack-jawed, her hand still firmly clamped to Phillip’s head. Then all at once a sound like wind blowing through a drafty window erupted from within her throat, and she recoiled her hand back. She blinked, and her eyes were as they had been, a pale yet glassy green.

“My, you do have some interesting thoughts in there,” she said as if they had never paused their previous conversation. “I have just the spell for you.”

The lady turned and grabbed a book from the shelf behind her. Then she walked over behind the counter and grabbed a candle as well as a long, black, curvy object that Phillip could have easily mistaken for some kind of sex toy. She opened the book to a specific page and waved him over to her.

“You’re not so unlike many people I’ve met,” she said. “I think you’ll quite like this one.” She lit the candle and handed Phillip the black object. “Oh, and one more thing before we get started, you’ll need to strip out of those clothes.”

“Strip out of my clothes?! I’m not doing that!” Phillip protested.

“Typical,” said the lady as she snapped her fingers twice.

As she did this, a strange sensation settled over Phillip. His clothes felt hot and uncomfortable, like they were trying to choke him. Seconds passed and the feeling intensified until Phillip felt that he may not be able to breath if he left them on any longer. Desperate to alleviate the horrible choking heat, he tore away his clothes right in the middle of the shop. With each article of clothing, the feeling began to subside, until finally he was completely nude.

“That’s better,” the lady said with a sly smirk. “Anyway, the rules are simple, Phillip. I’m going to read from this book, and you are going to suck on that dildo like a lollipop. Before you object again, yes, it’s clean. When you stop sucking, the spell ends, but I’d go for as long as I can if I were you. I read what’s in that little head of yours, and this is exactly what you’ve always wanted.”

Completely perplexed but fearful of another snap of her fingers, he stuck the bell end of the dildo into his mouth. The lady began to chant as soon as he did, in a language he had never heard before. Phillip’s body began to feel hot again, but not like before. This time, it was more of a pleasant warmth. His skin felt softer as he noticed his hair beginning to grow past his eyes. Phillip barely had time to contemplate this before a strong sucking feeling began to emanate from his crotch. He looked down, dildo still in his mouth, to watch his dick shrink away as it was sucked inward by some unseen force. The lady was right; whatever this spell was, it was doing exactly what he had always wanted.

The lady continued to chant in her strange tongue as more changes took hold of Phillip. His chest seemed to explode outwards as each consonant of the chant was enunciated. Each small explosion left his two pillowy mounds jiggling with newfound mass. Within the space of thirty seconds, Phillip was already sporting a hefty pair of double D’s. He reached up and grabbed them, pressing them up to meet the dildo he continued to suck on. By this point, all of Phillips' features had been feminized. Phillip was a man no more.

Slowly, the lady’s chants ramped down and came to an end. As she finished, she blew out the candle, which he had not remembered her ever lighting in the first place.

“You can take that out of your mouth now,” she said. “Welcome to the coven. We can choose your new name shortly.”

Phillip let the dildo drop from her mouth and into her hand. What a day this has been, she thought to herself. She became the hot woman she had always wanted to be and joined a witch coven all in one go!