You won’t ever want to go back

 “And don’t forget to clean under the sofa.”

“Yes, mom.”

When I found out mom was a witch, I was skeptical. I mean, witches nowadays are nothing but a bunch of women gathering to enjoy some spooky games, wine, talk about astrology and other nonsense, right?

Well, that’s what I thought until my mother showed me the reality of her power. I was ecstatic. My mom was an actual witch and, obviously, I asked her to teach me magic.

Big mistake.

She was delighted with the idea, but she made it very clear to me that I would have to obey her in everything she said without question. I was so captivated by the idea of learning magic that I agree without second thought.

My training took place during summer vacations, during which I had to drink a weird potion. It was disgusting, but, according to mom, it was necessary. I kept drinking it until one morning I found myself transformed into a girl. I was confused, scared and, knowing mom had always dream to have a daughter, furious.

I argued with mom until I realized that there was not going back. She was not going to turned me back and I didn’t know how to do it by myself. With that in mind I surrendered and accept my fate. Probably the only good thing was that mom didn’t care what kind of girl I was as long as I was a girl; and at the end I felt comfortable with an edgy gothic style.

Since then, I had been living a girl’s life, learning the basics of magic and getting ready to joins mom’s coven, hopping one day I can find a way back to my life as a guy.

“Remember that everything must be perfect for tonight.”

“Yes, mom.”

“Tonight, everyone will see my beautiful daughter join our coven.”

“Yes, mom.”

“Don’t be like that. You will see that after tonight’s orgasm you won’t ever want to go back to be a man ever again.”

“Yes, mo… WAIT, WHAT DID YOU…?!”

“See you tonight, my precious girl.”