You are a knight, famous for traveling the world and helping anyone in need. During your journeys you repeatedly clashed with a witch named Wanda, a woman as cruel and evil as she was ugly. The elderly, overweight witch delighted in spreading misery, hexing and cursing people purely for her own amusement. After defeating her once, she fled, and you spent years chasing her across countless villages, determined to end her before she could hurt anyone else. You never knew what you hated more: Wanda herself or the mocking nickname "Knight Boy" she called you every time you fought. Then, one day, she simply vanished. You hoped she would never return.

Eventually you met Flora, a beautiful, kind villager with purple hair. After you saved her from bandits, she fell in love with you and followed you, eager to repay your kindness. In time, you fell for her as well. Ready to settle down, you bought a farmhouse and she moved in. A week before your wedding, you returned home with firewood and found Wanda standing before Flora. The old witch stared at her own wrinkled hands in confusion. Without hesitation, you drew your sword and beheaded her before she could react. Flora, trembling, ran into your arms, crying that she had been terrified. You kissed her deeply and promised nothing would ever hurt her again.

After marrying, you had a daughter named Lira. Life seemed perfect. Flora was a loving wife and mother, and Lira was cheerful and innocent. On Lira's eighth birthday, Flora baked her a cake. That night she hugged you from behind and, in a teasing, coldly cruel tone you had never heard from her, whispered:

"Surprise, Knight Boy... guess who?"

Your blood ran cold. You slowly turned to see Flora wearing Wanda's unmistakable wicked grin. Laughing at your horror, she watched as you pointed your sword at her throat, demanding Wanda's ghost leave Flora's body. She laughed.

"Oh honey, poor innocent you, there is no Flora to save, only me. It has only been me for years now."

You froze in confusion.

"Don't you get it? That day, when I showed up here, I cast a body swap spell with her. When you entered, we were already in each other's bodies."

" I wanted to play with you and torture both of you. I wanted to see your face when you saw the person you loved most and the person you hated most in each other's bodies... but you ruined it."

"You didn't let me or her explain. You killed her the moment you saw her in my body. I admit, I feared for my life... so I pretended to be sweet, scared Flora..."

Your hands trembled as you realized the truth: you had murdered the real Flora. Sobbing, you grabbed Wanda by the throat, demanding she go to hell and asking why she had waited so long to reveal the truth.

"Hey, calm down... I wanted to tell you a few days after... but... well, call me crazy, but... I kinda liked what we had here. A married life wasn't as bad as I thought... I... I simply didn't see the need to tell you... damn it, I even like the brat we have... she's cute."

Enraged, you tightened your grip until Lira rushed in, terrified, asking why you were hurting Mommy. You released Wanda. She hugged Lira and, with the same gentle voice Flora once had, said:

"I don't know, honey... Daddy just got mad with me."

Unable to explain, you apologized. Once Lira left, Wanda smirked again.

"Accept it, Daddy. You are stuck with me. I am the woman you married."

"I am the woman who gave birth to your daughter. I am the woman you've lived with for years, the one who has served your breakfasts and knows how you like your eggs!..."

" I... I kinda want to continue with this simple life of ours... but even if this body doesn't have any magic... I'm still a witch at heart. I want you to know it's me. I want you to suffer knowing you killed her and married me... that you kissed me instead... that you touched me..."

She stepped closer, pressing her chest against you.

"Come on, honey... we both love how curvy this body has gotten over the years."