Witched

The witch who crashed our Halloween party said that she was going to turn us into whoever we were dressed as. This isn't fair! I was dressed as a big, blue genie, not Princess Jasmine!

Punished enough?

"I'm sorry, what were you saying?"

"I said...I said that it was wrong of me to objectify women. All women, witches and non-witches alike, deserve to be treated with respect. I should never have grabbed you, and I will never to that to another woman without her permission in the future."

"Very good. You seem to have learned your lesson. I'll stop your breasts from enlarging any further."

"Thank you, ma'am. And may I ask when you're going to give me my old body back?"

"Oh, don't be silly. I'm rewarding you with a female body for having learned your lesson.  If you decide to be ungrateful, I might decide to inflate you again."

"No thank you, ma'am. I like my new body."

"That's the spirit, dearie."

Ssshhh!

Speak quietly, man, or she'll hear you! You don't want her to catch you like she did to me. The witch took my manhood and my freedom and turned me into bait. Now I have to lure guys like you to her.  It's taking all the willpower I have just to warn you and...too late! Here she comes!

Wait your turn

Wait your turn, Mr. Donnelson. I'm almost done with Mr. Finklestein, here.  Honestly, I knew that there would be demand for my services when I put up my shingle as a genderswap witch for hire, but I had no idea I would be this busy!

Anyone?

Dan? Ramon? Phil? Anyone?  You can come out.  I think the witch is gone. She said something about me taking her place....Are you there? It's me!  I know I look like her, but she switched bodies with me before she ran off. So if you guys don't come out right now, I'm going to hunt you down and turn you into my little sluts!

Millennial

Somehow the old witch thought that turning me into a woman would keep me from dating her daughter.  She certainly has a 20th century attitude towards gender roles. I wonder if she knows that her daughter is as gender fluid as I am?

Shipwreck

I looked out of the ocean, and I could see the ship going down. She was on the boat: the witch who cursed me to spend a year in this body. Had she survived? If she went down on the flaming wreck, I might be stuck this way for a lot longer than a year...

Because boobs

Hm.

Boobs.

I guess that old witch wasn't kidding.

I think she was trying to teach me a lesson about sexism.

Wow. Boobs.

And, like, maybe I should have been a better person.

These are really nice boobs.

These are the kind of boobs I would have given my left nut to play with back when I was a guy.

I gotta go find somewhere private...

What was that about a lesson?

Pickup

Please! You have to give me a ride uptown! I know what it looks like, but I'm not some random hooker. Some witch put a curse on me, and unless I get to her magic shop in the next twenty minutes, I'm going to be stuck like this forever...Hey!  Put that money back! Weren't you listening? And I'm not going to do anything with you for less than five hundred!

Debt

Donovan owed the witch thousands for her help in securing him the big promotion. When he refused to pay, she found another way to allow him to work off his debt.  She makes him donate most of the money he earns as a high-priced escort to charity. At this rate, it will be years before he earns enough to settle the score.

Apples to Ravens

I've always been an expert apple bobber, and the old lady congratulated me when I won the contest. When I asked about the prize, she laughed and sad "You get to take my place. Enjoy the next thousand years as the Halloween Witch!"

Facing reality

"Come on, Tim, smile for the camera."

"I don't want to, John."

"Look, that old witch is dead, and the magic to change us back died with her. We have no job, no ID, no money. If we can't make this modeling gig work, we'll starve."

Inspection

Oh, shit. It's gone, Paul. We really are chicks now. Who would have guessed that the old lady was really a witch? I never would have stiffed her brothel if I had known. Now we're going to have to work here until we can get some ID's and some plane fare home. And even then I don't know how we'll get our old lives back.

Browser history

I don't see why you're upset, honey. I'm the one who should be mad.  You've been looking at naughty websites, haven't you? I was about to file for divorce, but why go through such pain when witchcraft offers such a better solution? You should thank me, you know. I could have turned you into a frog, or a baby, or your Great Aunt Hildegard, but instead I turned you into a composite of all of the women whose pictures are in your browser history. I don't know what you see in those large-breasted bimbo types, but perhaps you'll enjoy looking at yourself as much as you used to like looking at porn...

Hiding a red hood

I admit it. Even though the children's librarian was hot, I probably shouldn't have interrupted her while she was reading to kids. I definitely shouldn't have said that fairy tales were stupid. And I probably should have guessed that she was a witch when she started to wave her arms and chant.

Ignore her crazy talk

You did a wonderful job on her, Yvette. She looks gorgeous. While you were working on her, did she say anything unusual?...Really? She told you that she was my husband and that you should get help for her? Isn't that silly! She doesn't look much like Mike, does she? I'd have to be some kind of witch for her story to be true....

Happy?

Are you happy now? Look what your witchy powers have reduced me to. Without any ID, I had to take any job I could get, and I had to suck dick to land even this position. Is this any way for you to treat your husband?

Jealous

Hey, there are our wives. I think it's funny that they thought they were punishing us by turning us into the chicks we were ogling. This is a million times better. Look how jealous they are that were having the time of our lives. And won't they be surprised when they find that their magic wands have been "accidentally" broken.

Maid to order

Oh, Bill. I almost feel sorry for you. You knew that I was a witch, and yet you went and cheated on me. You'll be much more obedient in this body. I guess you're lucky that I reduced your intelligence so much that you can't really comprehend the degradation and humiliation that awaits you.

Second thoughts

The witch said I had twenty four hours to find the girl with whom I swapped bodies if I ever wanted to get my old one back. She did not take well to being me, and she went on a total bender. I located her with one hour to spare. Over the phone, I told her she could meet me at the airport, while I hung out at the apartment of some chick I met at the lesbian bar. Like I'm going to go back to being a flabby fifty year old man when I have a body like this!