(Male to Female / Female to MILF)

It was a cold fall afternoon Evan, a blond-haired teen with a tall decently well-built body, was planning on asking his crush Mara out that night. Mara was one of the most attractive girls in his school, but she was also famously the coldest, rejecting a humiliating any boy who dared to ask her out. Mara was talking home that day, her perfect blond tied in a ponytail hair flew in the cold wind. Her body was slender but fat in all of the right places. Her clothing did not fit the season as she wore a light blue tank top that showed off her ample cleavage and dark blue shorts, with low socks and red sneakers. Due to her underdress fashion she shivered in the cold air, her hotness providing no warmth for her. Evan decided to take his chance to ask her out for some coffee. Walk up to her ready to ask his question.

“H-hey M-Mara, w-want t-to get some coffee or something. I know a good café we c-could go to?” he asked, trying to hide his nervousness but only making it worse with his attempt.

She turned her head to the body and responded “Who are you?”

“I’m Evan, we're in the same English class,” he responds bright red from the embarrassment of the girl he likes not even knowing who he is.

“Oh, you're that dork,” she says suddenly remembering how he was, “Yeah sure I would love to go on a date with you,” she answers in a sarcastic tone mocking the boy’s attempts coldly.

“R-really?” he asks, not picking up on her coldness.

“No! God, you're more moronic than I thought,” she laughs. “Just the thought of me dating you makes me want to throw up!” She waves her hand to shoo him off, “Not get out of my sight dork!”

Evan walks away defeated embarrassed as Mara’s mocking drew an audience letting everyone witness his humiliating defeat. He walked home alone and embarrassed, ready to sulk in his room for the rest of the night until he had to return to school the next day where he would have to face more humiliation by the girl with the ice-cold heart.

“Hey, kid, why the long face?” a woman’s voice drifted on the wind to him.

He turned his head to follow the voice. In the woods leaning against the tree, a woman with long flowing red hair wearing a black turtleneck sweater and matching jeans with a belt that tightly hugged her body exaggerating her impressive curves smiled.

“I’m sorry, do I know you?” he asks. He wanted to ignore the woman, but something drew him to her.

“Don’t worry, Evan, I am a friend,” she responds with a friendly, warming smile.

“How do you know my name!?” he asked the strange woman in a panic.

“Now don’t take this the wrong way, but I know a lot more about you. Like how you got rejected in front of everyone by that cold-hearted woman,” she says trying to not sound like a creep.

“Are you stalking me!?” he panics, ready to run out of there away from the strange woman at an instant.

“I know this sounds weird, but I was in the area and I saw what happened and I want to help you!” she says in a panic her calm cool demeanor is completely broken down.

“So you followed me?” he asks, backing away from the woman.

“Look, I am a witch,” she says with a sigh, deciding to get straight to the point. “I need some practice and the girl seems like the perfect person to work my magic on, ok.”

Evan rolls his eyes and decides to entertain her hoping that if he does she will leave him alone. “Ok, what are you going to do to her?”

The witch clears her throat and says dramatically as the wind swirls around her, “Evan if because if what the cold-hearted woman did your own heart will freeze over becoming cold and distant from the world spending the rest of your life alone-”

“Hey!” he snaps at her.

“It’s true! And if you want to avoid that fate then don’t interrupt!” She regains her composure and clears her throat, “I can change this twisted fate if you accept my help thawing the girl’s frozen heart and giving you a warm future!” She grabs a red crescent moon necklace from her pocket and outstretches her arm to the boy, “If you accept this necklace my power will flow into you changing your fate!”

“Sure…” he says, taking the necklace to get the woman to leave him alone. Sure it was a nice necklace but it was more fitting for a girl than him, but he figured he could probably sell it.

“Ok, you will not regret this!” the witch squealed giddily like a child.

“So when does the magic start?” he asks.

She clears her throat once again, “In thirty minutes arrive at the café you invited the girl of your dreams to and everything will become clear!” Now if you will excuse me the witch says as she ducks behind a tree, “I have some work to do.” she disappears behind the tree.

Even rolled his eyes and continued his walk home. He held the necklace in his hand. It looks to be expertly crafted, and could probably sell it for a lot of money. His arms moved by themselves without him realizing putting the necklace around his neck.

Mara smirks as she continues her walk home thinking about how to tease the boy whose name she has already forgotten the next day. Suddenly a curvy woman with long red hair wearing a tight-fitting back turtle neck that strained against her massive breasts and a pair of black jeans that tightly clung to her thick thighs and curvy ass. Mara could not take her eyes off the woman’s body, getting embarrassed just looking at her.

“Excuse me miss?” the Witch says with a smile holding something behind her back.

“W-what do you want?” she says trying to hide her flustered nature.

The woman reveals a purple and brown flannel scarf, “You look like you're freezing so I want to give you my scarf!” she says in a friendly cheer.

“Urg…” Mara takes a second to think about the woman’s offer. It was true that she was freezing, but was it ok to take this stranger’s scarf. “Sure…” she says quickly, grabbing the scarf, “Not because I’m cold or anything, it’s just that it looks nice!” She wraps the scarf tightly around her. She could instantly feel its warmth seeping into her, warming her cold body.

“Well is it warm?” the witch asks. Mara nods with a warm smile, her mind soothed by the warmth. “Good, it would be warm enough to thaw that frozen heart of yours.” The witch says with a grin.

“W-what did you say…” Mara says she felt like she would be worried by what the woman said but the warmness flowing through her soothed her, easing her worries. A lock of dark brown hair fell in front of her eye, “My hair…” she question. Her blond hair quickly darkened burning brown and became heavier and smoother. Her ponytail broke letting her long hair down and it grew down to just barely past her butt. She looked around her at her new long, soft, and dark, hair. It was nice and neat and made her look softer, melting away her tougher appearance that her old ponytail gave her. “What is happening to me?” she says.

“I’m melting that cold heart of yours.” the witch smiles. “You hide your embarrassment about your true feelings behind an ice-cold heart, turning it into haterade and that haterade makes you lash out at everyone. So I decided to free you from your self-hate and added a bit of a personal twist.”

Mara watches as her breasts are covered up by a warm purple cloth underneath her tank top. As the warm purple cloth travels up to her neck it forms a dress shirt collar and the middle of it splits open held together by a row of buttons. The bottom of the shirt tucks itself into shorts. Sleeves extend down her arms ending in cuffs, and then the sleeves balloon out giving them a puffy look. Her tank top’s color and material start to shift changing from a blue cloth to brown wool. The low collar moves up a bit and the bottom of the shirt moves lower. The shirt starts to become bigger and frumpier turning to a large warm sweater vest. The next thing to change was her shorts as they become the same purple that was on her shirt and scarf. The purple spread across the entire shorts turning everything a uniform purple. The entire pair of shorts buttons and all turned into a warm cloth. The legs merged creating a mini skirt and the rest of the shorts turned skirt transformed to match. The mini skirt’s smooth shape folded onto itself and became pleated. The skirt extended downwards stopping just before Mara’s shoes and puffed out a bit concealing her lower body behind a thick layer of cloth. Underneath the long skirt, her socks darkened to a dark gray and rose up her legs stopping at her thighs. Next, her sneakers changed as their laces melted into the shoe. The material became a light brown leather and the heel extended downwards three inches. Finally a pair of stylish but a bit nerdy glasses with thick purple frames and a purple headband materialized on top of her head and a striped purple tie formed around her neck.

Mara looked down at her new clothing, she would never have dreamed of being caught dead in what she was wearing. It was so plain and boring, her curves were muted by the frumpy sweater and dress making it look like she gained weight, and her unstylish clothing only helped to convey that appearance. Mara smiles as she twirls the dress, its heavy warm cloth swinging in the wind. She couldn’t care if she looked hot or attractive in her new clothing, she had a new warmth and it felt amazing.

Suddenly there was a burning sensation in her chest. The feeling spread throughout her body. It felt like her body was stretching itself out, growing larger pushing against the constraints of her body. After the feeling subsided she felt different. Everything around her seemed smaller than before, besides her chest.

“Oh, My God!” the witch squealed.

“W-w-what’s wrong?” Mara quietly asked, stammering through each word fearful that something bad happened to her.

“Nothings wrong sweety,” the witch said. “It’s just that the spell came out better than expected, take a look!” The witch snapped a photo of the girl who recoiled in embarrassment from someone taking her picture.

She showed the picture to the girl, but in the picture, the girl was not long a teenager but a woman. Mara aged fourteen years becoming thirty year old woman. She was now taller and underneath her clothing, her curves grew, but the most noticeable was her breasts and bust.

“AGH! I look awful!” The new woman screamed, burning her bright red face in her puffy sleeves.

“Stop being so hard on yourself, you look so cute!” the witch said with a smile.

Mara slightly regained some of her composure, “I look c-cute?”

“Adorable!” The witch responded putting her hand on the woman’s shoulder, “Mara, if you stay here worrying about everything you’re going to be late for your date,” the witch says with a wink, “And being late on your first date is a bad first impression.”

“Y-your right, but what if she doesn’t like me?” Mara quietly asks.

“You're a wonderful woman, and how can she not like such a cute woman,” the witch says. “Just remember to be confident, and everything will work out.”

“I don’t know if I can do that, but I will try…” Mara says quietly.

“Well I have to get going, and good luck!” the witch says snapping her fingers disappearing with a gust of wind caring leaves.

“W-what was I doing here?” Mara asks, confused why she stopped on her way to her date. “Agh, I must have stopped to try and avoid it. Come on, you have been talking to her for a few weeks now, you're going to have to meet her in person. She is a nice woman after all.” she says, trying to pump herself up.

“I’m back!” the witch announces as she suddenly appears.

“Agh!” Evan screams frightened by her sudden appearance.

“Ready for your date!” she exclaims, “Oh, you put on the necklace.”

“What did you do to Mara?” he nervously asks, “You didn’t do anything bad to her right?”

“Ah, don’t worry she is doing better than ever before, trust me,” the witch says. “You have nothing to worry about.”

“That doesn’t give me any confidence,” Evan responds.

“Oh, don’t worry everything is going to work out perfectly…” she says with a devilish grin as the necklace Evan is wearing glows red.

“I still don’t tr- Agh!” Evan’s body suddenly cramps. “What did you do to me?” Evan’s voice was now soft and feminine. After hearing his voice he covers his mouth in shock. “My voice, what did you do?”

“The reason why Mara rejected every boy who asked her out including you was because she’s a closet lesbian,” the witch says with a large grin.

Evan’s face shifts smoothly, becoming feminine. His hair explodes outgrowing down to his waist, two long bangs come down from the sides of his face and down to his chest and a loose strand of hair falls down between his new feminine eyes. His muscle mass shrinks leaving him with feminine curves and dainty arms and legs. He grabs his chest as his shirt starts to get pushed up by two rising mounds. A pair of double D breasts jiggle as they fully form. His new feminine hand grabs one of his new breasts, causing him to moan in pleasure. His butt strains against his pants as it inflates rounding out. His legs also strain against his pants as they fatten up. He also loses a good amount of height, before he was at eye level with the witch but now he barely reached her head. The last thing to change was his manhood as it shrank away between his fatty legs and became a wet vagina, he moaned as his gender shifted and she was fully female.

“What the hell did you do to me!” The new short stack stood there standing in clothing too big for her. “Why couldn’t you just make her like guys or something!”

“As I said, I’m helping you because I want some practice.” The witch sighs. “A simple mental change is so easy I could do it in my sleep but gender and reality changes are much harder, as you can imagine,” she says with a playful snap of her fingers, “If you were a witch you would understand,” she pauses for a second, “crap I forgot your name,” she says with a grin.

“It’s Emma,” the girl says. Unknown to her clothing now fit her perfectly, clinging tightly to her curvy body and she was now wearing a bra, “Wait, no my name is E…” she shakes her head and focuses. “No, I’m a boy?” She puts her hands on her hip and thinks to herself, “Why did I just say that?”

The witch smiles as the girl’s clothing changes as she isn’t paying attention. Her long-sleeve shirt shits into a short sleeve flannel shirt. As the shirt magically unbuttons revealing  black turtleneck sweater that grows covering her body. Her pants darken and become a heavier and warmer material. Her sneakers become black heeled boots that reach up to her knees. Her body felt a lot warmer and cozier, it felt good and took her mind off of that ever she was confused about before. The warmth overtook her body as her body grew older. Where Evan stood a short thirty-year-old woman with childbearing hips, large breasts, and a nine-month pregnant belly name Emma.

“Trust me your date is going to go perfectly Emma,” the witch says to her continuing their previous conversation about the date. “Mara is a really nice girl and you two have and talking for a few weeks you have nothing to worry about.”

“You think so?” Emma asks with a smile. “It’s just after the divorce, it’s been hard raising my daughter by myself for the last couple of months and with another daughter coming, I could use some extra help. And I think another adult around would help my daughter handle everything much better.”

“Don’t worry,” the witch sighed, “Everything will be perfect as if this date was magic.” saying the last part with a smile. “Well I must be going, good luck!”

“Thanks,” Emma waves as the witch walks away disappearing into the crowd. “Huh, I’m at the cafe already?” She questions as she miraculously arrives, she brushes it off and decides to enter. As she grabs for the door another hand touches her. The two hands back off.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t see you there,” Emma says embarrassed.

“Agh, no it’s my fault, I wasn’t paying attention!” a sweet and soothing voice says.

“Mara!” Emma exclaims seeing her flustered date. “You look lovely!” entranced by the cute frumpy woman in purple.

“I-I wanted to look good for you…” she responds, stretching her head nervously.

From afar the witch watches the two as they chat and enter the café. She chuckles to herself and says “A mental change, clothing change, gender change, age change, and reality change all in one day I’m on a roll today.