Your father had always told you to stay away from your estranged mother. He had taken you from her when you were very young, so you remember little about her. What you do recall is that she was a tall woman who enjoyed dressing you in frilly clothes. Since then your father rarely talked about her, saying she wanted to make you something you were not and muttering about brainwashing.

Your name is Eric, and you have grown into a teenage boy. One day you come home to a seemingly empty house. The curtains are closed with no interior lighting to banish the darkness.

"Dad? Are you here? This isn't funny." you say as you step into the unnervingly dark house. Suddenly a sultry voice emits from shadows "I've finally found you, my child." A purple mist erupts from the shadows and engulfs you. Within seconds your consciousness fades away.

You wake up in an unfamiliar room. Groggily you stand up from the floor and see this place is decorated with numerous bookshelves and bizarre antiques. However the decor is the least of your concerns as your attention is drawn to a tall woman in a form fitting black dress, stockings, and high heels. Her long black hair spills down her shoulders and over a massive pair of luscious breasts barely contained within fabric. A strange sense of familiarity nags at your mind.

"You're finally awake" the beautiful woman says "That damnable father of yours can't separate us anymore."

"Mom? Is that you?" you say as realization dawns on you. The woman who seems to be your mother steps toward you and lightly caresses your face. "Indeed" she says "I had intended to raise you as the proper child of a witch, but your father insisted on having a...son." Your mother spits the word 'son' with bitterness. You feel a bad premonition...

Your mother paces around you as if to evaluate your body. "Now look at you: short trimmed hair, visible muscle, wide shoulders. My poor adorable offspring gripped by the jaws of masculine puberty. But no matter, mommy can fix all of that."

"What do you mean 'fix'? None of this makes sense." you say, a hint of trepidation in your voice. There is clearly more to your mother, something unnatural. Did she just imply that she was a witch?

Your mother steps away from you and a soft purple glow emits from her body. "There is so much I can teach you, but only a female can learn a witch's ways and I will have the daughter I am owed! Now brace yourself, dear 'Erica', your rebirth will be painful but I promise mommy will make it all better."

Another purple glow erupts from below you and it is then that you notice you have been standing inside of an ornate spell circle this entire time. It's obvious now: your mother is a witch and she is going to turn you into a girl! Your flesh tingles and stretches