John asked to use the change room.

“Do you mind if I put on the witch’s costume?” He asked nervously, not sure what to expect but concerned none the less.

“Sure. Feel free to use the change room,” the man said. “Check mate.”

“Well done. You win.” The woman grumbled. “Here. Take this. A freebie...” she passed John a broom with a red sticker on it. “It adds some more magic to the mix.”

“Thanks,” John said as he headed to the back of the store. The witch’ Outfit was a black hat, a wand, a black dress with a big brass hackle at the waist, black gloves and heels.

What would he look like? Would he have the same urges? He felt odd, knowing that he would soon be a girl... a sexy witch. He hesitated. Getting even with his boss wasn’t worth the risk was it? What if he ended up sleeping with the bastard? That worried him. Would he have the self control to overcome his new urges? Did he really care? Getting boned as a girl felt great.

With a sigh he undressed again and then started to put the outfit on. Again he felt his body change. He felt his cock and balls implode upwards into his belly as his pelvis widened. His chest filled out the top of the low cut dress amply, nipples poking out like little erasers fatly erect, his waist narrowed considerably and his legs grew slim and long. His ass grew plump and rounded. A fuckable ass tightly outlined by the low cut dress. No panties... Again he - no she was noticeably shorter with dark lustrous hair, long lashes, full pouty lips, and a small sexy mole on her cheek. Her sex tingled as she felt a familiar sexual arousal.

She laughed, a rich sexy laugh. She understood the magic at play here. In fact she could make this change permanent if she wanted too. Why would she want to give this up? Powerful. Sexy. Good looking... but she needed to have sex to charge her power. She’d need to screw her boss. Then she could make him put on the French maid uniform. Then the bastard would be a subservient slut...