Bitch Witch

The mall was buzzing with activity, with people hushering about at different paces. God you hated the mall. Only two things could make you come to this horrendous place. One, absolute necessity, you had to get something here that you could get no where else. Two, your girlfriend of three years Jessica wanted to go shopping, and wanted you to go along. Option two was the most grueling option, as you could simply go grab what you needed and head out as fast as possible. And option two was why you were here today. Jessica was holding you be the arm, walking past boutique windows and occasionnaly stopping by to browse the selection of offered items, but never buying anything. At one point, your patience being stretched thin, you asked, trying not to sound too impatient:

"Are we just looking at stuff or did we actually come here to buy something?"

"Oh relax" she responded, with the soft melodic voice you loved so much. "We have no where else to be, and I like it when we spend time together outside the house."

"Can we spend time together maybe somewhere else? Somewhere a little less... Crowded?"

"Oh hush" she replied, sounding playful. "It's not like this is a big sales weekend or anything, there aren't that many people. And besides, I want to see if I can find a nice new dress for Julie's party next weekend."

You groaned softly. Julie was Jessica's best friend, and you did not like her at all. She was too much of a girly girl, and hated that you brought Jessica along on your hunting trips, which she found cruel and demeaning, spending days out in the woods not being an activity she thought was befitting of a nice girl like Jessica. She always found a way to question your relationship, saying that you two were not the best match and etc.

And so you were already in a foul mood, and distracted by your conversation with your girlfriend, when you suddenly ran into someone who had just exited from and adjacent shop. With your momentum, and your much larger size, you completely knocked over the small girl, who crashed on the ground, contents of her shopping bags spilling all over the floor. People stared and gasped as you stood there, stunned by the event. Then quickly coming to your senses, you bent down to help the girl up. She was a small woman, with black hair and black clothes as well, almost gothic looking. She seemed to be fuming with rage. To your side you could see your girlfriend had also bent down, going to pick up the contents of the bag, which seemed to be a variety of candles and incense.

"Don't touch anything!" the small woman yelled, raising an arm towards your girlfriend. She then turned towards you and your extended hand, slapping it away. "I don't your help, asshole, I can stand up fine on my own."

Surprised by the aggressiveness, you stepped back, withdrawing your hand, and started formulating an apology.

"I am so sor..."

She immediately interrupted you.

"I don't want to hear it! You should watch where you are going jerk face!"

She started picking up her stuff with the both of you staring, aghast, not sure on how to react. Deciding against try to apologize or assist her further, you just tugged on your girlfriends arm, indicating to her that you should leave. She nodded quietly, and you both made your way around past her without saying anything. Surprisingly, the small woman did not insult you any further, and let you go without any more fuss. Once you were well out of earshot, you whispered to your girlfriend.

"What was that?"

"I know right? That woman was a real bitch!"

"Yeah! What a dumb cunt."

Suddenly the mall went silent. The lights seemed to dim and everyone around you stopped moving, frozen in place. You looked at each other, confused and a little scared, when a loud voice resounded from behind you.

"What did you just call me?"

The woman from before who you had knocked over was moving towards you, eyes glowing brightly and a dark aura sounding her. An intense fear overcame you both in an instant, and you tried to run away from the menacing woman, but you found you could no longer move, only stare in terror as she approached you.

"So you think that I am a bitch?" She yelled at Jessica, then turned towards you. "And a dumb cunt? I will show you a bitch and a dumb cunt."

She raised both her arms towards you, and the dark energy that surrounded her shot forward, engulfing you both. Still frozen in place, you could not even emit a wimper of fear, only watch and listen as she spoke on, in an icy threatening tone.

"You girl, are no longer human. You are only a little bitch, a dog. You have grey fur, long ears, a tail, four paws and a muzzle. No more wearing clothes for you, only a cute little collar. You can no longer speak, only barks and yips will ever come out of your throat. You walk on all fours, and squat to pee like the animal you are. Your only aspirations in life are to sleep, eat, and mate. Yes, only doggy cocks for you from now on. Your new name will be... Princess."

And as she spoke, Jessica started to change. You stared with wide eyes as she grew smaller, fur spreading all over her body as her clothes dissapeared, leaving behind only a pink collar around her neck. Her ears extended out becoming soft, a short tail quickly grew from just above her butt, curling up, and her nose darkened, becoming a tiny little muzzle. As soon as the woman was done speaking, a little golden tag with PRINCESS written on it appeared on the collar, completing the transformation. She then turned to you.

"And you boy, are no longer a man. You are a girl. You have long blonde hair, a slim curvy figure, dainty hands and feet, a thin waist, a large ass and even larger breasts. Your cock no longer exists, instead replaced by a smooth shaven pussy. Your voice is now feminine, high pitched and bubbly. You wear only the skimpiest outfits, tight little dresses, skirts and hot pants. You put on the sexiest bras and panties every morning. You constantly walk in heels, and wear a heavy amount of make up wherever you go. You are an airhead, very clumsy and forgetful, not very intelligent. You care about only two things, fashion and boys. Men. You are a heterosexual woman with a very intense libido. Your only aspirations are to shop for clothes, make yourself look good and get manly men to fuck you. You are a slut, a bimbo, a DUMB CUNT. Your new name will be... Tiffany Cummings."

As the words poured out of her mouth, you felt the dark energy compress around you, shaping your body and mind to her will. Hair trickled down your shoulders, your form shifted, becoming hourglass shaped, your arms, legs, hands and feet thining out. Your butt ballooned out behind you, and your shirt grew tight with huge tits pushing out from beneath. Your penis pulled in, leaving only a soft mound behind. You felt your throat constrict, your adam's apple vanishing. Your clothes melted around you, reforming in a very short dress that hugged your new curves very tightly, a bra securing your boobs and panties cupping your vagina, and digging into your now much larger ass. Your shoes reformed into 3 inch pumps, and you felt a coat of makeup appear instantly over your very feminine face. Then the mental changes rolled in, as you felt your thought process slow down, a unfamiliar yet compelling heat spreading from your nether regions troughout your body, making you feel so so aroused. You felt thenurge to check your make up in the hand held mirror you knew to be in the purse that had appeared across your shoulder, but still could not move to do so. As she finished speaking, you forgot what your name was, and could only think of yourself as Tiffany Cummings, the dumb cunt who would do anything for cock.

The woman then started laughing in a maniac, evil way.

"That will teach you not to insult a witch. Good luck in your new lives, Princess and Tiffany!"

And with that she vanished, time resuming around you. At the same time you regained control of your movements, and couldn't help but start smiling. You were in your favorite place after all. Wait no, your second favorite place, as your favorite place was the clubs. Wait no, your third favorite place, as your favorite place was actually your bed, with a nice hunky guy in it. You started walking towards a lingerie shop, pulling on Princess's leash. God you loved the mall so much, so many things to do, so many stores to shop in, this really was the greatest! As you entered the shop, a small part, deep withing you, cried in horror, unable to do anything, trapped within Tiffany Cummings's soul.