"Please change me back, Veronica, I'll do anything to be a man again!" I begged over the phone.
My girlfriend, Veronica, was a witch. She had been experimenting with some more powerful and dark stuff recently.
I didn't think anything of it. In fact, I thought it was cool, because we were both pretty goth.
Well, one recent Friday night, she asked for some of my male seed to use in a demon summoning ritual. She said it was for "beauty."
It sure was!
I woke the next morning to find I had a woman's body, with very pale skin and dark hair. I looked around my room to find that it was pretty similar, only family pictures were all of me as a female, and my drawers were filled with black ruffly panties and bras and tiny skirts and blouses.
For all anyone knew. . . I had always been a chick.
All except Veronica.
She was tearful, I'll give her that!
"I don't know how to make it go back, Matt. I'm sorry! Basically I was messing with a fertility entity and I just didn't know what I was doing. I GAVE it YOUR manhood. It's no longer yours!"
Over the next few weeks I would be tormented by this entity, with it mocking my new feminine body, voice, and movements.
I ended up getting a protective sigil tattooed on my arm that would keep it away to a certain extent, but even then, it always followed me around to remind me of what it took from me.
Now a few months in, the entity delights that I've taken steps to accept my new body and life. Veronica and I still are together, and the entity thinks this is very hot. I work as a waitress and make more than fine tips.
For some reason, I think everything's going according to it's plan. . .
