James Horton, Witch

James' morning hadn't been great so far. Some random scream had woken him up from a lovely dream of fucking his hot math teacher in the ass. In the process of getting up, he stubbed his toe on the corner of the bed. Now he was having breakfast, and noticed he had run out of eggs.

Suddenly, he felt a bit light headed, but chalked it up to bad sleeping habits. However, he then notices something. His chest felt oddly heavy, and he seemed a tiny bit shorter compared to the table. Taking a look under his white shirt, he notices two growing orbs that look worryingly like breasts, and which keep growing. He also realizes he did get shorter by a small amount, and his clothes now are large for him.

He was shocked, but still noticed an odd feeling on his shoulder, which he checked to find his short hair was also growing out of control. And now he was blonde?

"What the fuck?", he asked himself, and to his horror, he noticed his voice also changed, and now it was higher pitched. He sounded like a girl now, and with his breasts, he was now looking like one now. Speaking of the breasts, they stopped growing at what he guessed to be a D-cup, but he was no expert and he had other priorities at the moment. He used his hands to feel his face up, and notices his face had also changed, becoming more feminine. He felt dread when he remembered something, and took his right hand down between his legs.

Instead of finding his proud manhood, which which he'd fucked multiples ladies, was gone, and replaced with a surprisingly wet pussy. He was shocked by his transformation, which seemed to be mostly done. He felt his body up to take note of all the changes. Of course, there was his voice, and now he had long, blonde hair, which was quite messy. He had fairly large breasts, which poked out of his white shirt. His build was smaller and he was much less muscular, and he noted his ass got somewhat bigger.

The moment he managed to calm down he began to wonder how this had happened. How he had turned into a woman.

"Okay, calm down, James. There is a rational explanation for this. You're probably drunk or dreaming. James? Maybe Jamie is better right now? Oh, god, my voice is driving me nuts!", he talked to himself, but he couldn't ignore how horny he suddenly was feeling, and the feminine, quite sexy voice that now left his voice was not making it any better. He just wanted to get release as quickly as he could. Suddenly, he felt an odd energy across his entire body.