The witch was going around the woods gathering herbs and different mushrooms and plants. She was further away than she usually went, but the weather was fair and the sky clear. She could afford a pleasant and wholesome walk. It was good for the body as a whole too. But as she was picking up a promising spot of fine berries which would end up very nicely in potions or herbal teas, she spotted between the trees a man walking around on his own. He had not seen her and she smirked. This would make the day a lot more interesting. Transforming people, testing them and dealing rewards and punishments was a great pleasure and source of very entertaining pastime for her. This man was well-built and in his thirties, with dark-hair. Quite average, one would say. Well, she would have a little fun testing his kindness. Whatever happened to him afterwards, well, he could only thank or blame himself.
"Hello there, good man," she said with a wide smile as she came upon the man on the wood path.
The man simply looked at her with a suspicious look in his eyes. Well, this was jot off to a good start...
"Care to help an elderly lady with some food? I am feeling peckish at the moment."
The man didn’t even try to hide his disgust at her toothless smile, wrinkles and frail old body. In his mind, she was a homeless woman trying to get food for free.
"No. What could you eat except soup or yoghurt? I don't have any, I'll let you know."
"Now, now," she chided him gently. "No need to be so rude. A simple crust of bread would suffice."
"Work like anyone," he said meanly. "I already pay taxes for the likes of you. And now you go around annoying me? Go away!"
"You shouldn't talk to me like that," she said calmly. "What if I was your sister, mother, or grandmother? Or would you like someone talking like that to women in your family?"
"Ha! You're way past your prime, oldy! If ever you had a prime! You haven't ovulated in decades, I bet! And no woman in MY family would be a sad ugly woman like you! As if it would ever happen!"
"What if I was your spouse?" said the witch, attempting to give the rude idiot as many chances as possible.
"Even more unlikely!" he laughed. "I'd never marry someone like you! I want a true babe, all in curves and big boobs, ready to be at my service at a snap of my fingers! She'd be crazy for my dick and bringing me a beer, drawing me a bath and taking off my shoes as soon as I enter the home. And she'd be really rich, with her father having a successful society for which I'd have to do nothing to gather fortunes. Her neither so she can suck my dick all the time. So you are not up to my standard. You look more like an old hippie drug addict!"
"That is not very nice. Have you ever thought about what women would think? Or how it is for them to be confronted to awful ideas like yours?"
The man just laughed and seized his crotch in a most vulgar way, insulting her more. For the witch, that was it. She had tried to reason with him and she could see his disappearance would bother no one. And she already had an idea as to what to do to him. A perfect spell. She laughed and cackled in turn and as the man looked at as if she’d lost her mind, she said the words of magic, engulfing the jerk in magic and sending him towards his new life.