I ran a hand through my shaggy light brown hair and sighed. Those guys were going to taunt me until I die. I turned eighteen a while ago but graduation isn't for a while. They always picked on me because even after puberty I was lame. Sure I have a strong face but no real muscle. I may be clean without acne but I was the target of our class.
The sun was out shining on the lush green lawn and the flowers. My vegetables were ready to be picked so I decided to grab a few. Still in my white uniform shirt and dark slacks I knelt down and started picking some radishes.
Movement caught my attention in front of me. I little black bunny was nibbling on a leaf and staring at me. I watched it being still. I was fascinated that it was this close to me. Suddenly it jumped into my lap.
POOF! Instead of the bunny was a naked woman in my lap she shyly looked at me.
"Please you must help me," She said quietly. I couldn't help noticing the huge perky tits that were pressed against my chest. She had a nice ass too. She was a perfect hourglass. Her long dark brown hair ran down her back. She was rather pale too.
"What's wrong?" I gulped trying to hide my hard on even though she was in my lap.
"Sir, I have been cursed by a witch! Please we have to break the curse or I'll be a rabbit forever." She looked longingly into my eyes. They were purple like lavender.
"How do you break this curse?" I asked. She just transformed from a rabbit to a woman, a witch didn't seem so farfetched.
"We must," She paused blushing and looking away, "Make love."
I almost had a heart attack. I gave her a kiss on the forehead, shaking as I did. She looked up at me and greedily stole a kiss. As her tongue searched my mouth, I groped one of her huge tits and pushed her to the ground. She undid my pants as I explored her breasts with both hands. She moaned so sweetly and spread her legs. Her pussy was wet against my cock. I started guiding it into her hot tight pussy and grunted. She moaned and wrapped her legs around my waist.
I couldn't believe how fast we were moving I was already halfway in her pussy and little time had elapsed from when I met this poor girl. I pushed all the way in and moaned. She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me into a deep kiss. I started moving in and out hardly caring if I was rough anymore and she didn't seem to mind.
Soon she tightened against my cock and I couldn't take it anymore and came into her pussy. Panting I pulled back. She smiled and shakily got up. She suddenly had a wicked smile on her face.
I watched her but I was too exhausted to get up. In the blink of an I she had a black dress on.
"What a good boy, you'll do fine," She said. I didn't understand.
"What's going on?" I whispered. I was abnormally exhausted.
"I'm a witch, Maxy," I looked up at her.
"How do you know my name?" I asked accusingly.
"I chose you, dear, You are now going to be my little toy forever and ever. Aren't you happy?" She smiled and winked. I had no intention of ever being anyone's toy, let alone this whore of a witch. I struggled against the exhaustion and stood letting my pants slip the rest of the was off exposing my briefs.
"Never," I whispered hoarsely. Her smile faded.
"If that's how you feel," She said suddenly smiling wickedly again, "Then, I'll make you need me." Suddenly, the exhaustion lifted like a blanket off my body. It was quickly replaced by pain. I was sweating like it was a million degrees out. My chest was tight and my legs felt weak. I vomited and it was full of blood.
When I straightened back up from puking I screamed and choked on how high pitched my voice was now. My white uniform shirt was transparent from sweat exposing two perky D breasts with big pink nipples with poked out slightly.
I willed myself touch them and moaned. The nipples hardened almost instantly. This was wrong even for a girl. I shouldn't be this sensitive. The witch was behind me and put a hand down to my briefs and I gasped as blood rushed to my new pussy. I could feel my pulse down there.
"What have you done to me?" I asked. My lips felt weird, plumper.
"Dear," she licked my neck and my pussy ached with need, "You need me to turn back now. And I made you sensitive to the slightest touch to torment you even more." She rubbed my clit through my underwear and I almost went to my knees.
"Change me back; I'll do whatever you want." I needed more of her touch and inside it disgusted me.
"You must do a daily task for me every day until I feel it is time and then, you will agree to service me as I need. Only when these terms are met will you become a young man once again."
"Alright," I agreed, grinding against her hand. My briefs were soaked with my juices. She smiled and pulled away.
"No one will ever remember you as a boy you will start as a new student, Maxine, tomorrow. There are feminine clothes in your room and a uniform. Also, a present is on your bed. Goodbye." She disappeared.
I stumbled into the house needing release. I found the bedroom and saw a box laying on the bed. A sticky note on top of the box read: "Task #1 use this." I opened it to see a eight inch long pink vibrator inside.
I pulled off my under wear and flopped on the bed. I needed this. I pushed the tip against my pussy and gasped from the feeling. This is too sensitive it is torture. I shoved it in hard and screamed. The pain was intense but soon subsided. I hit the button on the bottom and came. It started vibrating and it felt amazing. I pulled it out and sighed. Finally, satisfied for now.
I took off the shirt carefully and studied myself in the mirror. I was pretty sexy. My hair was short for a girl but that was how long mine was. It looked sporty on me as a girl. My tits were so dirty looking. Even now when I was relaxed they stuck out half hardened. My hips were wider but my body that was weak as a boy looked perfect for a girl. My butt was larger too. It was plump and far too large to have fit into my boy pants but it suited this body perfectly. My pussy was hairless even though I was eighteen. I wonder if the witch just liked it better that way. My pussy seemed to be constantly swollen and ready to be touched. The witch was obviously a nymphomaniac or deviously brilliant at torture. My face hadn't really changed. My lips were plumper and my eyes were a bit bigger. My jaw had softened to a more ladylike shape. But it was still my face.
The next day
That damn witch had a funny sense of humor. There wasn't a single bra in the whole house. Not to mention the skirt was dangerously high. If I bent over even slightly my ass would be exposed. Plus the uniform shirt was tight enough to see my nipples poking through the fabric. The only panties she had were indecent. The closest to decent was one that was see through over my pussy and ran almost up the crack in my ass.
Reluctantly I dressed in the uniform and the panties that I mentioned before. My hair had grown an inch over night. I headed to the kitchen and found another sticky note taped to the coffee maker. I grabbed it and read it.
"Meet me at lunch by the fountain," It read. Okay that much I could do. I ate my breakfast and left.
