You don’t know what to say. Still reeling a little from that brief touch, that confirmation that you were really a girl. "There… There’s no way… There’s no way I’m going to become a witch. After doing this to me, why would I go along with anything you say?”
“What? You came here for the job. You agreed to the contract. I invested my own power into you, for Lucifer’s sake.”
Marisa took a step back, pinching the bridge of her nose and letting out a tired sigh. “Look. David. There’s no going back from this. And I can’t just let you out on the street with my magic. I’d be responsible if you decided to use it illegally.”
You look at her skeptically. How could she be worried about whether what you did was legal or not when she had done this? Changing someone into a woman against their will had to be against the law, right? “Look at me. The last thing I want to do is draw attention to myself. I don’t care about you, your laws, or your stupid contract. I just… I don’t want to do this, I’m done.”
You try to get up, despite the weird sensations of your clothes against your body. There’s weight against your chest, pushing you back into the chair. At first you think it’s just a phantom sensation from the new breasts on your chest. Then you see Marisa’s hand outstretched.
“No, David. I’m not going to let all that magic go to waste because you don’t have the balls to go through with it.” Was that a pun? You’re suddenly too terrified to question it. “I’m well within my rights to punish an uncooperative apprentice. Honestly, any other time a non came into my shop asking for magic, a familiar is as good as they would’ve gotten. Maybe this will teach you to appreciate a gift.”
You feel a heat spread across your body. Similar to the experience of becoming a girl, but far more extreme. Your entire body itches. You feel vertigo as the room seems to get bigger, and even worse Marisa. You soon realize why, as you see you’re becoming...