Her wand began glowing again. You flinched and backed away a few steps, very frightened. What could she possibly have in mind after turning you into a guy-magnet.
"What are you doing? Change me back! Change me b..."
You had no time to continue. You felt caught in a whirlwind. You vision just caught a blur of indistinct things and the entire world felt indistinct and without any ground. Your head was spinning endlessly, it seemed. When it stopped, you took a few minutes to straighten yourself up. Already your balance was challenged by having new large breasts and a firm, pert set of buttocks. You immediately saw that you were not in a place you knew. Even though no one would see you in public naked as a hottie anymore, you were still a hottie and without clothes to clad your modesty. Moreover, the witch was with you and considering her ease in that house, it was clearly hers. You were in the lair of the witch. And she was still beaming, amused at your awful predicament.
"So? Happy now?"
"No! I want to be a boy again! And I'm naked!"
"Oh, very well," she sighed.
With another wave of her wand, you finally were dreseed again. In plain pyjamas but it was better than before, clearly.
"Please, change me back!" you say again.
"No. In fact, I have ideas as to what to do with you. As a bombshell, you are perfect clay to mold ointo something else. And then to sell for a lot of gold coins."
Out of noqherew, a chair slides towards you, knocking you into it. Ropes then slither like snakes and bind you tighght. You struggle against your binds, but it's no use.
"What do you mean?" you ask with fright.
She's already turned you into a woman, however beautiful. What more terrifying transformations does she have in mind?
"Don't want to spoil the surprise, seweetie," she says mischievously, her eyes twinkling and her wand glowinmg.
Uh-oh... That can't be good...