On Halloween, Jason was watching a bodypainting stream on his TV while laying in bed. He fell asleep in the middle of it and when he woke up the person he had been watching had raided this Witch themed streamer called iWitch. He had woken up just in time as she mentioned an event she’d be hosting throughout November, to encourage more followers and subscribers. She warned those who weren’t following or subscribed to leave the stream or they’d agree to participate. Jason was too tired to reach for the remote to turn off the TV and shrugged off her warning as something impossible to enforce. That was until she said what the event was, she challenged those currently not following or subscribed to send their detached privates to her PO box but the only way to get that information was to subscribe, join her chat server and say they were there for the challenge. She said she’d be looking at the packages on stream everyday and she’d only be returning them if the person was in chat and responded. She’d also only be giving people one chance, and if they didn’t respond that night, she’d keep the package.



Jason of course felt this was nonsense, even as he slid his hands down his pants, and felt that his genitals were detached. He grabbed them and shrugged it off as a weird dream as he placed them on his bedside table and fell back to sleep. It wasn’t until the following morning he found out how real the event was, when he woke up staring at his penis and testicles. He woke up instantly and after freaking out for about an hour, he remembered the details of the challenge and iWitch herself. He wasted no time following the instructions, subscribing to her while she was offline and joining her private chat server. He only had access to the welcome page which had a role selection via emoji. He clicked the eggplant underneath and was granted another page, just with the PO box for iWitch. He wasn’t allowed to talk or interact with the server but looking at the welcome page and the amount of eggplants and tacos, at least a hundred people had been caught up in this so-called event.



Of course iWitch lived in a different country, making the timezones unbearable and the costs to send his package, way higher than it needed to be. He also feared it getting rejected by customs or getting held up. For two weeks he had lived without any genitals and he wasn’t sure if he’d ever see them again. Though he had been tracking the parcel, and after a week's delay, it was finally on the move again. It only took a day after that for it to make it to the PO box.



So for the last three nights, Jason had stayed up until three in the morning, waiting for the stream to start. iWitch was always running late, though something told him it was a way to torture her viewers more. He watched the same looping animation of a pixelated witch, changing people into objects and animals. The first was a group of friends, two were turned into flies and one into a frog, keeping her blonde ponytail. The frog would eat her former friends and hop into a lake. There a person fishing would be fishing before becoming one himself flopping on the docks until a bird took him. A jogger would find himself turned into a tree, until workers cut him down to remove him from the path he was now blocking. While a woman taking a selfie would be turned into stone and have the same bird from before poo on her. Finally a couple holding hands were turned into a cow and pig, before being loaded up onto a truck and driven off. Then the intro would repeat. Jason had watched this loop for thirty minutes, struggling to stay awake.



He hoped tonight would be the last night he’d need to watch the stream, he had called in sick for work the last couple of days and wouldn’t be able to afford anymore time off if it continued like this. He just wanted this nightmare to end, though as he learnt watching the last few nights, that things could get worse. iWitch allowed her other viewers to spend points to sabotage the packages, the options he had seen so far were swapping it with another package, changing the age and turning it into something else. Because she never opened the packages on stream, at least not on camera, most of her subscribers thought this was just a game and didn’t know they were affecting people’s lives. Of course Jason didn’t try to correct them either, for one it meant confessing he was currently dickless and two he had seen someone try and get timed-out for it, causing them to not be able to respond when their package was presented. Jason decided to keep his mouth shut until it was his time to respond.



“Ooh, we have a package from Australia,” iWitch said, grabbing another box from the pile next to her. She showed off the box briefly, before lowering it out of view. Jason’s heart pounded as he saw a ‘son’ in the name. He heard tape being pulled as iWitch looked down into her lap. “It’s a bit smaller than I expected for an Australian,” iWitch smiled as she gave the contents a quick look before tapping the box back up. “So this belongs to a Jason, from Australia. If that’s you, you know what to do…”



‘I’m here’ Jason typed, not wanting to risk anything. Of course he wanted to scream at her and call her all sorts of vile names, he also wanted to physically hurt her, but all that would be a bad idea. In general and in hopes of getting his package returned.



An alert sound played on the screen as someone redeemed a sabotage, causing his body to freeze in horror, much like when he woke up the morning after accidentally watching her stream.

“Sorry, Jason, it looks like your package has been sabotaged…” iWitch pouted as she reached for a wheel of chance. She spun it until it landed on a question mark. “Ooh, mystery… guess you won’t be finding out what I’ve done to you, until your package is returned.”



‘That’s bullshit, I spent all my points on this and I don’t even get to find out what it is?’ the person who redeemed the sabotage complained in chat.



“Don’t worry, I’ll show you what I did,” iWitch winked at the camera. A second after she said that, the person who redeemed the sabotage was banned by a moderator, leaving Jason wondering what she did. “I’ll return your package tomorrow, though given that you live in Australia, I’m not sure how soon you’ll get it. But thanks for agreeing to be a part of this event and I hope you continue watching.”



Jason closed down the stream, and returned to bed. There was no way he’d be watching her again, unless he had to. He fell asleep quickly, too exhausted to think about what he would receive when his package was returned.



It took over a week before Jason received notice that he missed a delivery, forcing him to go to the post office and collect it. He didn’t dare look inside until he returned home, and was in his bedroom. Despite the sabotage he eagerly opened the package and paused when he saw what was inside. In the box, laying taped to the bottom was a vulva. As soon as he laid eyes on it, it vanished and he felt a strange sensation between his legs as it attached itself without giving him a choice. He tried to ignore the feeling of a full bladder returning to him as he saw a note from iWitch beneath where the vulva was.

‘Jason, thank you once again for participating in my November Event. Sadly someone chose to sabotage your package before I could return it to you. Please note this is your original package only altered, it is fully functional as well. I have also noticed you haven’t continued watching my streams and have also left the chat server. I do hope you reconsider your decision. Once something is sabotaged, it can be repaired, it just takes time, money and effort. So I strongly encourage you to continue subscribing to my stream, as well as my blog and all other socials. See you around,



Victoria.’



Jason dropped the note and pulled his pants forward, looking into his crotch. He began to wonder if he could live with this adjustment or if he should follow iWitch’s instructions. If she did this, there’s no telling what she might do in the future. For now though, he really needed to use the bathroom.