Tom was a 25-year-old tourist visiting Colombia. Colombia was a beautiful land, with great food, and his favorite singer was from there, but all of that was only partly the reason he came.
He had trekked through the dirty jungle for hours, but he finally found it. It was just a disheveled, uninhabited shack, but if the rumors were to be believed, he had come to the right place. His nerves beginning to get the best of him, he dry swallowed and took a deep breath before walking forward into the dark little shack...
Tom couldn't believe his eyes. Somehow, hidden inside a tiny shack made of sticks, was an expansive, illustrious bordello. It was like he had been transported to another world. His heart was racing with excitement.
He looked around, but couldn't spot anyone else in there with him, though he could hear music. Just before he could call out for someone, the curtains of the bordello stage opened.
"Why, hello there! Looks like we have a visitor..." She spoke with an enchanting voice in an intoxicating accent as she sat back on her throne like a goddess with her two burly bodyguards standing by her side. Tom's knees began to shake. Even without the rumors and stories, he could feel how powerful the old witch was. She was very intimidating. Tom knew that if he said the wrong thing, or angered her even slightly she could turn him into whatever she wanted to and not bat an eye, but at the same time, he couldn't help but feel insanely attracted to her. He shook his head and regained focus on why he had come. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet and a small Ziploc bag.
"Y-yes, Madame Victorio, um... I mean... ma'am... uh..." Tom stammered nervously. Madam Victorio simply smiled and chuckled.
"You're cute." She teased as she gestured for Tom to come closer to her. Tom's legs than appeared to move on their own as he was compelled to approach the witch. "Now... what is it that you desire?" She asked, looking him up and down almost like a hungry predator. Tom nervously gulped. He couldn't believe he was right in front of her. He couldn't believe that he was finally going to get what he wanted. He couldn't believe that he was actually going to say the words out loud.
"I... I want you to turn me into a woman. Please." He answered. His heart was racing.
"Oh, really?" Madame Victorio asked in surprise.
"Yes, and not just any woman. A certain famous woman from Colombia. She's so beautiful. I'm obsessed with her. I... I want to be her." He explained. He felt the weight lift off of his shoulder as he admitted this. He handed the witch the Ziploc bag that contained a single strand of golden hair.
"I managed to get this when I met her backstage once." He explained. Madame Victorio took the hair out, examined it, and sensually rubbed it against her skin.
"Do you have money?" She asked nonchalantly as she glanced at Tom's wallet. Tom then took out $200 and gave it to her. The witch then smiled seductively and snapped her fingers, causing a chair to magically slide over to Tom as she got up and walked away. Tom slowly sat down, not sure about what to expect next.
Without a word, the witch returned with a small, glass bottle filled with a blue liquid. She then placed the strand of hair Tom had given her into the bottle. The hair immediately dissolved, and the blue potion turned red. She then handed Tom the potion and told him to drink it. Tom was nervous, but he also felt eager to get what he had asked for and traveled so far to get. As he drank the potion, he was surprised to taste that it was actually hot, nearly burning his mouth. After finishing the potion, Tom felt a kind of uneasiness. The witch then took back the empty bottle, tossed it back to one of her silent bodyguards, and placed her hands on Tom's head.
She then began sensually caressing his head and face as she closed her eyes, rolled her head, and began chanting in a strange language under her breath. Tom began to feel strange. The witch then opened her eyes and stared straight into Tom's eyes, then she opened her mouth and began to suck out some kind of smoke that began emanating from Tom's body. The smoke flew right into the witch's mouth as she deeply inhaled. After the witch sucked all of the strange smoke out of his body, Tom felt very weak. He felt like a part of him and been taken away. He felt like a living husk. Before he could ask her what she had taken from him, the witch changed right before his eyes.
The beautiful witch suddenly sprouted a long, hairy beard. Tom was confused at the sight of this, but little did he know, her beard represented what she had just stolen from him. It was a manifestation of the entirety of Tom's masculinity.
An overwhelming, tingly sensation filled Tom's entire body. He felt like the room was spinning. He could barely even remember who he was, let alone think straight. He began to cry out as he felt like he was burning. He fell to the ground and began to contort in pain as he ripped his clothes off in a mad attempt to cool down at least a little. As he began to black out, he started to regret seeking the witch out. He began to fear that he was going to die.
The transformation had left Tom exhausted and lightheaded, but it had worked. Tom looked at herself in the mirror and saw...
As she stared in awe at her naked reflection, it was like she was staring at her idol in all her glory. She was perfect. As Tom passionately thanked the witch with Shakira's beautiful voice and sexy accent, she began to cry tears of joy. The witch had already done more than enough for her, but she also decided to clothe the naked new woman.
One year later...
Victoria was quite happy in her new life. She decided to become a performer like her idol, unintentionally giving her some serious competition. When she first came into the spotlight, she obviously stirred up quite a bit of confusion and questions. When she answered those questions she tried her best to be vague, but eventually, she may have let slip some things that she shouldn't have...
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