SATURDAY
Somehow I ended up in my own bed after what happened in the park. I hopped in the shower and let the water run over my body and remove the grime. It was still so weird having tits. These one had nipples that were almost perpetually hard. Even now in the hot shower they were half hard.
I sighed and finished my shower. The women in the mirror looking back at me would have been my deepest fantasy when I was a man but now it just annoyed me. I dried off and wandered back to my room and raided my dresser for something decent to wear since it was the weekend. I managed to find a pair of jeans and a polo shirt. Since my clothes had been supplied by the bitch witch the jean were almost busting at the seams but seemed to fit my waist well. The polo shirt barely came to the top of the jeans and had my new tits practically exposed from the buttons near the neck. I had forgotten to put on a bra but since bras lifted my chest out I just left it off so the shirt would fit somewhat decently. Thankfully, I found a pair of sneakers in the closet for me to wear.
Fully dressed and comfortable for the first time in two days, I went into the kitchen. The usual post it note merely said, "Day off". I sighed a breath of relief.
It was bright and sunny so I went out to my yard, the same yard the witch caught me in. I lay back in the grass and closed my eyes. The sun warmed my skin up and then seeped further into me. Before long I fell asleep.
I don't know how long my nap lasted but when I woke up I heard someone right next to me breathing. I looked to my side and saw a man sitting cross-legged beside me. His chin rested on his palm with his elbow on his knee. He was in his late thirties with messy but trimmed black hair. He had stubble on his face that was threatening to become the beginning of a beard. His eyes were almost unnaturally blue. When he noticed I had woken up he smiled.
"Good morning sunshine," He said staring into my eyes.
"Who are you?" I asked, sitting up. He leaned back planting his hand firmly in the grass behind him.
"Well, you sure are pretty," He said completely ignoring my inquiry and looking me up and down.
"How'd did you even get back here?" I asked.
"Hm? Oh, I just followed the scent of my slut sister and there was you just laying here like sleeping beauty." He seemed a little bit creepier every time he opened his mouth.
"Who's your sister?" I asked.
"Well, she did something to you," He said, "You smell like her magic." That's when it dawned on me. I suddenly felt very stupid.
"The fucking witch is your sister!?" I said. He leaned forward again.
"That would be her. Let's just see what she did here," He got onto his knees and was invading my personal space but I didn't move. He lifted his hand with two fingers pointing towards me, then he jabbed me in the forehead.
"Ow," I said. I suddenly felt hot. He was lost in thought, While I felt sick.
"That's interesting," He said to himself before getting up. He offered me a hand up Which I gladly accepted. My head was starting to hurt.
"What's going on," I asked him. I fell into him and he caught me.
"I took her magic away," He said leading me back into the house, "She never was very good at protecting her spells."
