You were walking with your friend one night, just walking down your neighborhood block, talking about some nonsense, until some woman confronted you both. This women was everything you could want in a woman for you: hot, thick but not too thick, gothic, mysterious, 11ft tall, and was wearing all black with a giant witch's hat that hid her face but showed her smug smile topped with purple lipstick. You felt your heart throb and a blush show up on your face, but that suddenly disappeared when she remained silent and still. Something didn't seem right about her.

Your friend, comically masculine and desperate to assert the testosterone and dominance that you lacked severely, pushed you aside and began approaching the woman.

Tyler: "Don't worry shrimp-boy, let a real man show you how to cook a catch like this."

He stood in front of the woman, confident as a lion. As he opened his mouth to talk the woman held her hand above his face and interrupted him with a smile on her face.

Witch: "Shh~ Sit, boy. Down."

You don't know what she did, but your friend was already on his knees. It was baffling, here was your friend, the most masculine guy you knew, kneeling like a begging puppy for a woman he just met. The witch pulled out a heart-shaped potion bottle and opened it. Suddenly, a blue smoke began to exit your friend's mouth and into the bottle. At the same time, your friend got shorter, his body slimmed down to a twink, and he began to pant from sudden exhaustion.

Witch: "That's a good boy. Let all that testosterone just leave your body. Nothing but a cute femboy."

As your friend stood up the witch brought out another heart-shaped bottle, this time filled with a pinkish smoke and uncorked it. Immediately, the pink smoke forced its way down your friend's throat, leaving him gasping. He fell to his knees again, his body writhing with sudden pleasure as a girlish sqeal escaped him. His clothes morphed from blue jeans and jacket to a skirt and croptop. The woman turned to you with that smug grin as she pulled out another empty bottle.

Witch: "Your turn now, little boy. Come here like a good boy."

She lifted her hand as purple smoke began wafting towards you.