Wouldn't you like to find a witch like this in your garden? I know, I would. A short story.

Jim looked out of the kitchen window, which overlooked his
garden. The sun was just setting, and the colors of the
flowers were brilliant. He went back to putting away the
days dishes, and looked out the window again. Now, there
was a figure in the garden, a figure of a woman. He looked
closer, and her back was to him. How did she get there, he
wondered? There's a high, thick hedge all the way around
the garden. And, the only gate is locked.

Jim walked out the kitchen door, and toward the figure. All
he could see was that she was wearing a black cloak that
reached the ground. As he got closer, she turned toward him
like she sensed his approach, and removed cowl from her
head. She was dressed in a long, black, high necked dress,
with elaborate gold embroidery. The skirt ended just below
the tops of her boots, which were three inch stilettos, that
buttoned from the ankle to the top. Her gloves were
fishnet, and she wore a number of rings. Her skin, or what
Jim could see of it, was almost porcelain white. Her makeup
stood out against her skin. Her lipstick was black. Her
eyebrows were thin with a high arch. Her eyes were done all
in black. It was a total Goth look.

As Jim got closer, she smiled at him, and her eyes, that
were as dark as her raven black hair, sparked, and he felt
as though they were looking into his soul. He couldn't help
but return the smile. She spoke to him, or did he hear her
thoughts, when she said, "Good evening James."

No one called him James. And, he said, "How did you know my
name?"

"I know all about you James."

"How?"

"I'm a witch."

"A witch?"

"Yes, James. There are such things as witches, and
warlocks. And, to be fair my name is Maureen. I can read
your thoughts, and know you want proof that I'm a witch. Am
I right?"

"Ah . . . "

"Watch your rose plant that has died, and that you were
going to remove tomorrow." He looked at the bare rose
plant, it rapidly grew leaves, and then buds. The buds
grew, and bloomed into the prettiest rose plant in the
garden.

Jim took a step back from her, and she added, "Don't worry
James. I'm not here to harm you." She smiled at him, and
he felt strangely calm. She walked up to him, and took his
hand. Her hand was cold, but at the same time warm. Within
seconds they were in his bedroom. His eyes got big, and he
again stepped back from her.

Again she smiled, and again he felt calm. She said, "I'm
here to give you something that you have always wanted.
But, yes there's a but, you have to give me something that I
want first."

He finally found his voice, and said, "How . . . How do you
know what I want?"

"Remember. I can read your mind."

"Yea. But, what do I have to do?"

"I love Tantric sex, and can only have it when I'm going to
give something in return."

"Tantric sex. Isn't that kind of extreme?"

"It can be. But, I will help you explore it, and pleasure
me. Then I'll pleasure you."

She smiled, as she read his mind, and his acceptance of the
idea. Her cape came off her shoulders, and floated over to
the chair by the window. Her hand brushed down the front of
her dress, and all the buttons became undone. It dropped to
the floor, she stepped out of it, and it joined the cape on
the chair. The shoes unbuttoned themselves, and she stepped
out of them. She stood there dressed only in a black,
heavily boned corset, black nylons, and her gloves. The
corset was a very severe one, her waist looked to be very
small. She looked at him, and said, as she turned around,
"Untie my corset."

He walked over to her, and untied the bow. The corset
released the nylons, dropped to the floor, and she stepped
out of it. The corset then joined the rest of her clothes
on the chair. She turned back around, waved her hand, and
his clothes joined hers on the chair. Like her face, the
rest of her body was porcelain white.

She took his hand, led him to the bed, and . . .

Four hours later, she was completely sated. And, he
couldn't believe that he had been able to keep up with her.
He was tired, but knew that she was happy.

She sat astride him, and said, "Now I can give you what you
have always wanted."

She reached down, placed both of her hands on his chest, and
started to quietly chant. He felt something start to
change, and watched her hands start to rise off his chest,
as breasts grew on his chest.

"What the!", he exclaimed.

She smiled down at him, and answered, "You've always wanted
to be a girl. Haven't you? Relax, and enjoy."

"I . . . I guess."

"You guess! You really have wanted this for a long time
haven't you?"

"Yea."

"Will 36D's be all right?"

"Yea."

She lifted her hands off of his chest, and he looked down at
himself. He saw a nice pair of breasts with fairly large
nipples.

She got off of him, stood next to the bed, placed one hand
on his crotch, and chanted a little more. He felt things
stir inside him. When she lifted her hand, he sat up a
little, and saw a little mound where his manhood had been.
She put her hand back on his crotch, and touched something.
It sent a very pleasurable shock through his body.

She again straddled him, looked down at him, smiled, and
said, "Now the real fun. I get to mold your a new face."

She took her hands, started to gently rub them around his
face, and more chants. He felt his face changing, and
something tickling his shoulders. She sat back up, smiled,
then said, "Now, we have to make your body completely, size
wise, feminine."

She got off of him again, started chanting for the fourth
time, and started waving her hands over him. He felt
strange, like he was shrinking. When she was done, she
helped him off the bed, and over to the closet door. There
was now a full length mirror on the door, where one had
never been. He looked at the figure in the mirror. It was
a very pretty girl, about five foot two, with long black
hair, and eyes to match. Her lips were very plump. Her
body was beautiful. It looked to be in perfect proportion
to her 36D breasts. Her skin was as porcelain white as
Maureens'.

He turned and looked at her. She walked over to him, kissed
him, and then said, "I could have changed you instantly from
a man to a woman, but it's more fun to do it slowly. I hope
you like your new body, Shahla?"

"Shahla?"

"We can't call you James anymore. Can we? And, since I
made you, I get to pick your name."

"No, I guess it can't be James."

"Now. I know that there is something else that you have
always wanted. And, you were so good to me, that I can give
you that also."

Shahla looked at her a little puzzled.

"Whenever you made love to a woman," she continued, "you
always wondered what she felt. And, I'm going to help you
find out." With that she waved her hand over her own body,
and became a man. "When I'm a man, I also like Tantric sex,
so be prepared for a long, intense, session." And,
Maureen, now a man picked up Shahla, and carried her to the
bed. It was almost sunrise when they finished. Shahla, as
a man or woman, had never had, or enjoyed, such long,
intense, sex, as she had that day.

Maureen got up, waved her hand, and returned to her female
form. She bent down, and kissed Shahla. Shahla looked at
her, and asked, "Do I stay as a woman from now on?"

"Only if you want to, lover. You have the power to change
yourself anyway that you want. But, you'll have to wait.
When I changed you from a man to a woman, you were also
given the same powers that I have. And, our daughter will
have those same powers."

"Wait! Our daughter?"

"Yes, you're pregnant. And, you can't hurt the baby in
anyway. And, by changing back to a man, it would hurt her.
So, you're a woman for nine months."

"But . . . "

"Because I willed it when we were having sex. She will be
just like us."