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"I've brought you a sacrifice, High Priestess," the witch said as she dragged my bound, thrashing body into the room. "Excellent work, sister," the tall woman, presumably the priestess, responded as she examined me, "He will do quite nicely." The pair lifted me onto a table, lit candles surrounding me as more women filed in, each one's eyes filled with amusement at my restrained form. "Today marks a wonderful day for we bring back Sister Agatha," the High Priestess announced. "We offer this vessel to our lord, hoping for our prayers to be answered!" A resounding crack of thunder echoed through the room as I felt the magic begin to flow through me.

I had been investigating the many missing persons cases around the small town of Woodsdale when I finally thought I had a lead. There was an active Wiccan community in the area, but I never believed in magic nor thought they were really harming anyone, or at least I didn't until I saw a man follow one of the suspected members home, only for him to be reported missing the next morning. The next time I found that member, I tailed her, trying to remain discreet but not doing well as when she rounded a corner into an alley, I turned only to slam directly into her, knocking myself onto the pavement. A malicious smile grew across her face as I scrambled to stand up, my fear rising as her hand did. All I saw was a flash of light before darkness, my vision fading along with my consciousness.

I awoke to being dragged along the forest floor, bound in ropes, the woman's surprising strength enough to pull me through dirt and mud despite her diminutive size. She kept giggling to herself, talking about an Agatha who seemingly died recently. I thought she was mad until I found myself on the altar, the coven's magic flowing through me, changing me.

I struggled against the ropes, trying my damnedest to break free, but my strength started to dwindle. I watched in horror as my dirty clothes melted, falling away from my now naked body in a puddle. A terrible sensation overtook my chest as the bindings started to pull taut. Fat spilled from beneath the cords as a pair of large breasts formed, their soft, sensitive flesh causing me to moan as they were tickled by the coarse straps.

My panic was renewed at the sight of my changing body, but it was no use; my fate had already been sealed. I felt pain as my hips widened, flesh spilling across the cold stone surface like lava as meat was packed on. I was turning into a woman, no doubt, but the conversation about 'bringing back Agatha' was even more worrying. I felt an itch in my scalp as my close-cropped hair grew, becoming a short bob; my eyes growing in size as my nose shrank to be cute. My arms and legs grew thinner, their skin smoother, the ends tipped with styled nails like those seen in a salon.

The worst was only ahead of me as I felt a tingle in my crotch, the witches focusing their magic on the last thing that revealed my true gender. I writhed in pain and pleasure as I felt my sex invert, the burst of ecstasy too much for my mind to handle, leaving me vulnerable to the final ritual. My head swam as new memories swirled within: my life as a woman, my joining of the coven, and even my untimely death. The name Agatha appeared again and again, replacing my old name in each instance. I felt myself being overwritten, more and more of the real me disappearing until I hit a ledge and lost it all.

"Agatha?" I heard a familiar voice say. I sat up only to be stopped by something. Was I bound to a table? Did I die again? I felt the ropes give way as I was untied, allowing me to slide off the altar and stand. I saw Sister Inez standing in front of me, her eyes welled with tears. I went to hug her when I felt a breeze across my body. I looked down in embarrassment to see I was naked, something I wasn't normally worried about, but I just didn't feel right at the moment. With a snap of my fingers, the puddle of clothes that this body's previous owner wore flowed across me, becoming a short, billowing yellow dress. I looked back up at Sister Inez, embracing her in a hug as I, Sister Agatha, was back.