Being a witch? Of course you want to!

Being a woman is all well and good, and being a really hot woman is even better, but that's not who you are. You might rail, and maybe sometimes envy the advantages enjoyed by hot women, but you like your life as it was. The threat thrust upon it makes you more aware of the advantages you enjoy, of course. Yet, that's not what really matters. What really, really matters, is you refuse to let anyone dictate who you should be.

However, one thing was quite obvious to Judy, and as she told you, the import of it sank through your soul. There is no trace in the history of magic of a man induced into the ranks of witches while being, to all purposes of the rules, a woman. Warlocks, of course, are a rare breed, but as far as the books and shared knowledge go, nobody has ever done what you're about to do. You realize that, in fact, the reason is very simple.

You never asked to be thrust in this situation. You were the unwitting victim of a curse, whose kind soul and chance connection to a relatively well known witch created an opportunity to learn and grow. Such is the nature of Creation: luck and opportunity pushing seeds to better soil and creating new forests. As the idea popped in your head, you worded it out to Judy, who smiled. This was exactly the way of witches, she explained. Her approval brought another realisation. There was only one possible option: you had to remove the lack of control from the spell. At worst, you'd become a female witch forever. Not your ideal situation, to be sure, but opportunity is all about risk-taking. At best, you'd be a very different person, a much stronger person...

In both cases, this was probably the only possibility for a person like you to find out who exactly cursed you, and how to get back at them. After all, you had the nagging feeling that things were just a little too obvious. Unhappy random old gipsy lady using insanely powerful curse on equally randomly dumb young guy? There had to be more to the story!