The irreversibility scares you most.

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.

And so, you choose to protect yourself and remove that component of the spell. As you tell your ex-step-mother, she smiles and remarks that your decision might be a little less daring than she'd have expected, but overall safer. She then extends her offer again, but your decision is made, and you refuse. You can tell she's a bit regretful, and she says so. After all, 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.

She starts her incantations, and you follow some of the stuff, the merging of crystals into one, the weird liquids being incanted over, the strange musical instruments and the bizarre melodies. Mostly, you're quite lost, but you can tell once the most critical moment arrives.

Tension increases on Judy's face. Suddenly a cloud of roiling, violet-black smoke engulfs her. She yelps, then her voice, angry and just a little scared at first, incants again. Then her voice picks up strength, and the cloud shatters in tiny wisps that evaporate, leaving a pinkish atmosphere and a weird glow.

She looks at you through the camera.