You open your eyes to find yourself bound spread eagle on a table. You're surrounded by various women in black hats and outfits, all stunningly beautiful, without a drop of shame in their various revealing outfits, which were all of course black but had different stylistic choices. They were witches, of course. The myths about them being ugly or green were false, or at least, mostly false. You did notice one with green hair. Most of them are chanting quietly.
"Waking up are we, dear?" said one of them with pitch black hair. "Too bad. It might have been easier had you slept through this." Her voice was more mocking than truly compassionate, though.
You struggle to break free for a moment, before glaring deep into the other witch's eyes. "Don't think I won't hesitate to summon all the magic I can, risks be damned. Let me go or I'll send this whole place to hell."
"Oh, I'm afraid that won't work, dear. We've sealed your magic with a charm, see?" She pointed to a small silver token of some kind that lie just above your breasts. You try to shake it off, but it stays put as if glued.
"and I'm afraid all that will do is treat us to the sight of your jiggle, though that's fine too." She grins wickedly.
"What do you want?" you demand. "and how can you live with yourself, binding another witch like this? We are avatars of freedom!"
At your words a pink-haired witch spoke, her voice trembling with nervousness. "Maybe she's right, Wydia. What if the goddess punishes us?"
"Shut up!" snapped the black-haired witch, Wydia. "She's no witch, not really. I don't know how she managed to turn herself into this but it's some kind of trick. You'll see as soon as the divination spell is complete."
You open your mouth to speak again but Wydia waves her hand and your mouth snaps shut. You glare daggers at her, but you cannot speak.
Finally the chanting stops, and you notice your clothes begin to glow. Wydia's eyes widen. "Why, it's just enchanted clothing! Very powerful enchanted clothing to be sure, but I suspect that if simply take it off, her powers will vanish. See? Not a witch. I'm sure the goddess will only be thankful to us for undoing this false witch. But I do wonder how she acquired such a powerful enchantment..." She snaps her fingers, "Leave me with her. I can handle the rest on my own."
The other witches look hesitant, but they concede to Wydia's demands, and exit the room.
"Now, it's just you and me dear." She says with evil in her eyes. "So would you care to tell me how you came to possess these clothes, or do I have to resort to torture?" She waves a hand so that you may speak again.
"Go to hell, bitch!" You say.
"Torture it is then, but perhaps first we shall remove these clothes. No sense in wasting the seal's energy in restraining you when we can just rob you of your power."
You begin to panic. If she takes the clothes off, will you turn back into a boy? Into weak, ugly, boring little David? No! You couldn't go back. The power and freedom of being a witch, it was too wonderful a thing to let go of. You thrash and scream and beg and plead, but it's no use.
"Let's start down here, shall we?" She says as she lifts up your dress to reveal your panties, lust evident in her eyes as she does so. Her soft fingers graze your hips and she reaches in to pull your panties down...