Michael Marconi was no longer pleased with the fact that he decided to go to this old witch Claudia, succumbing to the persuasion of his mistress Stephanie. Stephanie had told him for a long time that this powerful witch could do a lot. Although he did not believe that the witch could somehow make the police stop looking for him for all his criminal problems, he decided to succumb to Stephanie's persuasion.

Michael knew that his faithful companions were waiting for him outside the door, who would be with him to the end, and that, left alone with the witch, he was completely safe. Meanwhile, Stephanie was waiting for him in the car. What can this old fool do?

- Close your eyes darling...

Claudia said softly, ignoring how brusque Michael was.

- Ugh. OK.

Michael closed his eyes, but not for long. He did not want to stand in this position for a long time and therefore it did not last long, just a few seconds.

Opening his eyes, Michael still saw how the witch was also sitting in front of him and drinking tea. Why the hell was she asking him to do this? During the time he was here, the witch only listened to Michael and did nothing but make herself tea. And now she was sitting at the table and drinking from a mug of tea like a few seconds ago, when she asked Michael to close his eyes.

- You must be mocking me?!

Michael shouted menacingly, noticing that his voice was somehow different .. somehow higher and more feminine. The witch just grinned at Michael.

- I think you got what you wanted, dear.

Michael wanted to answer her, but his mind shifted to something else. There was something strange about his body. Some strange new weight appeared in the chest area and his clothes became somehow different ... somehow less comfortable.

Sharply looking down, Michael was dumbfounded by what he saw. It was a female bust! Big female boobs now blocked his view so that he could not even see what was below. Long hair touched his face and shoulders, blocking his view and getting into his eyes uncomfortably.

Grabbing his new large breasts, Michael felt a strange rush of new sensations from the high sensitivity of the nipples, which were barely hidden under this transparent top. His hands clenched in surprise at the soft female breast that was now part of his body.

Exploring his body further, Michael realized that he definitely was no longer in his usual business suit and definitely no longer had a female body.

“What…what the fuck did you do, you stupid old bitch!?”

Michael continued loudly without restraint, exploring more and more of his body and clothes, touching his skirt and trying to maintain balance in high heels.

At that moment, the door to the old witch's house opened and Michael's associates entered the room unceremoniously. While Michael was examining himself, he did not notice how one of them abruptly took his hand and led him to the exit.

- What are you... what are you doing!? Hey, let me go!

Michael squealed, trying not to fall on his heels and absurdly following one of his guards, who was now so recklessly leading him to the exit. It was strange and unusual, he was treated like some kind of shit, by those who, until a few minutes ago, feared him the most and respected him as a boss.

- The boss is waiting in the car and said that it's time for you to finish the bitch.

Boss? Waiting in the car? Bitch? And why is Michael's subordinate behaving so badly with him? What happened? So many questions and not a single answer that would somehow explain what was happening to Michael, except that it was all because of this witch, who was now sitting and drinking tea, quite looking at this action.

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