My date was a witch, but not a very good one. She told me she could do stuff I could only dream off. She the lit the candle infront of me with a simple hand gesture. I was amazed, “wow? how did you do that?” I asked her. “I told you, I am a witch” she said. “And why are you telling me that?” I asked her. “Well, males make the best witches” she said. “Wait what?” I asked. She didn’t answer, she just did a new hand gesture. And in no time, everything changed. I was in her body, looking at the former me.
“Why am I you?” I asked. “Wait! no! the coven is going to be mad” she said from my body. “This wasn’t supposed to happened, I was supposed to transform you, not swap with you” she said. I was too distracted to pay attention to her, I was already playing around, lighting and unlighting the candle myself. Her memories of witchcraft were filling my mind.
“What was that?” I asked her. “Give me my body back” she said. By now I knew how to erase her memory, so I touched her head, and she forgot what had transpired, thinking she had always been a man. “So, you can light a candle? what else can you do?” he asked. “You have no idea”. I slept with him, why wouldn’t I? sex is the best way to recharge my powers. My first time as a woman, and as a witch was unbelievable. I came so many times I lost count. It was so easy pretending to be her. The real test will come tomorrow, when I’ll have to convince the coven I have always been a girl.