(M to F to Cockroach)

Kevin grinned in what he no doubt thought was a roguish manner. The woman he was talking to clearly didn’t see things that way, but he was sure she’d turn around to his side. “Come on, you know you don’t want to be lonely tonight.”

“I don’t. All the same, I’d really rather not be with someone so…” She paused, searching for words.

“Handsome?” Kevin offered.

“Self-aggrandizing,” she replied curtly. “You’ve been at this for far longer than I have the time or the patience to handle, so I’ll keep things rather simple for you. Either you can listen to me and go harass someone else, or I’ll need to take matters into my own hands.”

Kevin laughed. “Come on, you know I can’t resist you when you say things like ‘her ass’ and ‘into my own hands,’ that’s just not f—”

That was as far as he’d gotten before a bolt of green energy struck him square in the chest. A thin trail connected it from his body to the woman’s outstretched hand, and he found himself on the defensive for once.

“Oh, this? Bit of a bad way to find out magic is real, but… You know how it is.” She clenched her hand into a fist, grinning as the man shuddered.

Kevin’s form bulged, flesh rippling and swelling as a pair of breasts ballooned from his chest. They tore through his shirt with ease, buttons popping and falling to the ground like rain. At the same time, his waistline pinched inwards, and the muscles in his legs softened, migrating upwards.

His breath came in short, quick bursts. With each inhale, he could feel his new bosom bounce. For some reason, the heaviness of his new breasts was even more surprising than the fact that he’d grown breasts to begin with.

“What have you done?” Kevin’s voice cracked midsentence, rising in pitch to a light and airheaded tone. His hands flew to his throat, feeling his Adam’s apple dwindle. “Oh my God, is that what I sound like? That can’t be what I sound like!”

His bladder clenched in something he mistook for terror, his brain unable to reach the inevitable conclusion. A warmth spread along his pants, and he looked down in humiliated shame to discover that he’d wet himself.

Little did he know, there was a rather good reason for this: his balls had pulled up into his crotch. In the process, his new ovaries had to push some things aside, pressing against his bladder. That was only the start of what had broken the dam, however.

Kevin whimpered pitifully as he shrank, and he looked up to find that the witch—at least, he felt it was a very safe assumption to think that she was a witch—had grown taller in the last few seconds. Another fearful clench of his changing bladder brought him to leak further, the last piss he’d ever have as a man.

“Well, if that isn’t embarrassing.” The witch chuckled. She moved a little closer to her victim, cupping his crotch despite the dampness, literally pushing his dick back into his body.

Kevin cried out in shock and horror, falling against the witch, his—her breasts swaying ponderously. She whimpered, biting her lower lip. “Please! I get it, I’m sorry! Change me back!”

“Change you back? Oh, my dear girl. We’re not even done yet,” the witch purred.

A knot of dread formed in Kevin’s chest, an instant before sharp pains burst from her sides. She cried out in agonized panic, her torn shirt exposing small bumps pressing from her ribcage. “What now? What’s happening?” Kevin wailed.

“It looked like you didn’t want to be alone tonight,” The witch purred. “So I figured that we shouldn’t let all the available males down.”

The pains in Kevin’s flanks grew only sharper, and small and knobbled legs burst from her sides. They were multisegmented things that looked more at home on an insect than on a buxom blonde, and they thrashed and twitched at the air.

“W-what kind of guy would want to have sex with a freak?” Kevin babbled, disgusted by the horrifying, insectoid limbs she now sported. Something in her human legs clicked, and she found herself thrown onto her belly.

Her new legs caught her a few inches from the witch’s shoe, which grew larger and larger still. Kevin panicked, realizing at last that she was shrinking and dwindling. Her clothes had been large on her female frame, and they were positively titanic compared to her new buglike body.

“Sweetheart, I didn’t say ‘guys’ for a reason,” the witch chuckled, kicking her shoe towards Kevin lightly.

Kevin’s world spun as she was kicked into the air, fast enough to the thrown from her clothing but gentle enough to be not be injured by it—physically, at least. Emotionally, she was traumatized by the fact that she looked more and more like a cockroach with every passing second.

This emotional trauma was only made worse as she landed next to a discarded pocket mirror. Though it was cracked, she could still make out her reflection in it. A gorgeous face looked back at her, thought a subtle rippling beneath the surface of her skin told her this wouldn’t last long.

Sure enough, ugly mandibles parted her cheeks, and two dagger-like antennae slipped from the top of her skull. Kevin screamed, a dwindling wail that turned into a clacking chitter as her teeth became segemented. They clicked with the rattle of chitin on chitin, a sound that seemed to echo through her gross, buglike head.

Her back bulged, twin wings shearing through her female frame. Her breasts were swallowed by mottled carapace, and the scuttling only grew louder in what passed for her ears. She looked to the mirror again, and saw only a disgusting, fat cockroach.

Horrified, she turned from it—only to be met by another. And another. And another. Her tiny, buglike heart sank as she realized why the witch had specifically used the word ‘males.’ By then, though, it was far, far too late.