The wand of the witch began glowing again, and... And nothing happened. You were still a male fantasy made flesh in the nude outside, but nothing else happened. You thought that the spell had backfired and you breathed out a sigh of deep relief. The witch was still grinning and you were about to say she was not as talented as she believed when a sudden warmth in the lower portion of your belly stopped you. Uh-oh. Maybe you had assumed things too fast and something had really been done to your body again. And considering the wide nasty smile of the witch, it would certainly not be fun at all. Indeed it was not, because all too soon, before you could demand explanations, you felt your insides churning and rolling. Were you going to be sick and vomit everywhere? You were already naked. You did not need to be a male wet dream covered in puke either! And then the rolling motions became hard balls and travelled down within the insides of you anatomy. Had the witch made you constipated. Or have the sudden urge to relieve yourself of your bodily wastes here, in the streets and in the nude? Oh, no! That would be one more humiliation to the growing list! You groaned in discomfort. However, something was not quite right. You had gone to the bathroom before, as a guy, naturally, and it did not feel that way. Not at all. The uncomfortable hard masses of bodily excretions were traveling a different route. One you wee not familiar with. Of course, since not even an hour ago, you had male reproductive and internal organs, the only ones you'd ever known and been familiar with? So were those normal for a girl? Was it having one's period? Did it feel that way? Was it supposed to? One of your openings, your new ones, was actually hurting, increasingly so as the first excrescence of whatever your body had produced approached it. You then screamed in pain and terror as one opening stretched to let out something that you instinctively caught in your hand. The opening relaxed and went back to its normal width, its muscles nevertheless preparing for the expulsion of the next excrescence. The pain had dulled but was definitely there, present yet relieving as well. The thing in your hand did not feel; like blood or a lump of excrements. It was round, very smooth and warm. You brought it to your eyes and they widened in shock. No wonder it had felt weird! No girl had ever experienced what you had! It was an egg! An actual oval egg, dark blue with white veins and very shiny. How was that possible? And what did it contain? You barely had time to register your bewilderment as a second egg fell into your hand, this one white and with clear blue vein-like markings upon it. Like before, what you supposed was you uterus stretched and after dilating itself, went back to its original shape, the pain indicating that its job was done and that the muscles required quite a bit of rest. You turned to the witch, the two eggs in your arms.
"What are those things? What have you done?" you shouted.
"A fun experience for you to enjoy before you next transformation," giggled the witch.
"What do you mean? Who... What... What do those eggs contain? If I am the mother, who is the father?..." you stammered, frightened and at a complete loss.
"We're off to answer your questions right now, beautiful gal," laughed the witch, waving her wand again.
The world spun around you, making you dizzy. You could still feel transported to another place, your eggs still clutched in your arms and you body changing yet again.