"... we have decided to transform you into a man."
Kat's heart sank all the way to her knees. Only the women of her family could use magic. Well, Dan was certainly an exception now. Because only his body was that of a boy. His soul had long since fermented into that of an absurdly powerful genie. But with no magic to her name, and no way to defend her outward or inward being from her relatives' magic, she was going to be a true human male. A magic-less offshoot of her family tree. Whatever natural attraction her locked-away magic might still experience towards her weakened form would be detached.
"Please let me stay a woman," Kat pleaded, "I've spend 18 years growing up into one. I'll survive with no magic, like a regular woman, but to be a man... I'm your only daughter, do you want another son?"
"Kat, I don't think you fully understand what's going on here," said Janice. "This family can never trust you again. You've tortured your brother and tried to murder us. Even as a mortal I don't trust you. You're not even a part of this family as far as I'm concerned. You're not just becoming male. You're going to be sent away to start a new life somewhere else, away from us. And you won't be doing it a body anyone from your hometown can recognize you in."
The necklace was removed, and Janice and Margaret took their places in front of Kat. "Are you ready, mother?" asked Janice.
"The question," asked Margaret, "is are you ready, dear daughter? I saw how much power you used up turning into a dragon!"
"I saved just enough for this. But I bought you enough time to sit part of the battle out, so you'd better have plenty of power to help me make this stick."
"Hmph. You underestimate a woman who was turning warlords into newts while you were still in diapers."
"Well, let's get started then."
The old and middle-aged witch began to chant, while the young one squirmed. Her breasts, the symbols of her womanhood, deflated before her eyes, leaving her garments feeling spaciously empty in the front. "Please no," she begged, hugging what was left, only useless male nipples where her bosoms had been. But then a strange new power filled her. Not her magic, she was already beginning to forget what that felt like. This was an enhanced raw physical strength. "Whoa, this... this is different," she muttered in a deepening voice. Examining an arm, she watched her bicep bulge and her fingers fatten. And then the weirdest change took hold.
Kat's vagina sealed beneath her. A very important hole she had taken for granted was gone. But her labia majora were still there, and they were growing, loosening, sinking lower, into a dangling empty sack, which would not stay empty much longer. She felt two orbs from her torso sink inside her and .... POP one of them finally dropped down into the sack. She yelped. POP! The other one joined its partner. Two glands that used to be her ovaries, no sitting in a scrotum.
Kat moaned when what felt like her clit began to swell, extending forward passed where her feminine opening had sealed. It pushed against her underwear; she gasped when a crease formed at the end and provided her with a sensitive opening at the end of it. She blushed to realize this was her new penis, the unsightly male organ she would have to spend the rest of her life with.
"The more you utilize that thing," said Margaret, noticing the bulge on Kat's crotch, "the less you will remember being a witch, maybe eventually even being a woman. I doubt you'll even remember who we are by the end of the month."
"Here, take these," said Janice, tossing toward Kat a man's shirt, pants, shoes, and boxer shorts. Then Margaret said, "Goodbye Kane," using a male name for her, and initiated a teleportation spell.
"No, wait, don't leave me like this!" shouted Kat, but it was too late. She found herself under streetlights in a lonely late-night street, in some city she'd never known. A man wearing women's close. Kat (or Kane as her grandmother renamed her) found an alley to change clothes in and took one forlorn glance toward her abandoned female attire. There was nothing left to do but wander the streets looking for some way to rebuild her (his?) life.