You would rather not submit to a bunch of potion testing, and you figure a lifetime as a girl is better than being blown up like a balloon.
"I will become your apprentice," you sigh. The witch laughs and claps her hands.
"Oh good!" she exclaims, "now please relax, if you panic there may be some odd side effects." the witch raised her hands and started to make gestures.
"Wait, what do you mean 'side effects?'" You ask suddenly overcome with nervousness.
"Oh, unintentionally making you younger than intended, temporary loss of bladder control, familiar therinthropy. All of them temporary except for the last."
You start to feel odd as your cock started throbbing and growing a slight shade of pink, "What was that last one?" By now your cock had started to sink back into you hips, the hole in the middle of it widening.
"Therinthropy? Well it means that you turn into the type of animal your familiar is under the light of a full moon, or on holidays, or when you've over extended yourself in terms of magic." Now your hips were widening, and your bust was staring to fill out nicely.
"Um, I thought you were making me into a child?" You ask as your voice changed pitch into that of a woman, your face rearranging.
"I had to make you a woman, before I could make you a girl." The witch smiled. Suddenly you started to feel really weird. You started to fell the world around you shrinking, your newfound breasts started slipping back into your chest. Your hips seemed to shrink down to match your waist, although you couldn't tell, the hymen on your vagina started stitching itself back together. Very gradually, the changes slowed down and...
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