It was reaching dusk as James, a freelance paranormal investigator, continued deeper into the woods. He had traveled all the way to West Virginia not in search of the Mothman, but rather he was searching for the home of a long gone witch. He had heard rumors that old dwellings of the Coven of Ostara had been sighted and decided to make his way down there to investigate.

He trekked through the woods for a few hours, now wandering through the trees and bramble with only the aid from his flashlight and the dim moonlight. That was until he came across a clearing that housed an old and dilapidated wooden cabin. “This might be it!” James made his way up to the cabin's rotted door and, without hesitation, pushed it open.

The door creaked and clicked as the rusted hinges struggled to let what remained of the door open. Inside James could see what remained of 4 small oak pews, reclaimed by moss and rot, and atop an antler adorned altar was a stone figurine with dull emerald eyes that appeared to be cradling a rabbit in its arms. Around the cabin James could see tattered banners and images, each portraying a woman with flowers in her hair and some even featured a large rabbit which would either be near the woman or was being carried by her.

The temperature dropped by a few degrees as James walked into the cabin causing each breath to condensate and form a small and short-lived cloud of vapor. “Abnormal temperature’s a good sign.” James brought his arms inwards to try and conserve body heat as he investigated the cabin's contents. As he walked around he found and picked up various abandoned jewelry, what seemed like animal bones, and a rusted chalice. Not wanting to stick around much longer and having just finished his sweep of the old cabin James approached the Altar and hesitated for a moment before ultimately grabbing the figurine.

As James hands finished wrapping around the figurine he felt a shearing cold envelope his body as his sight was replaced with various flashing images. He stood in a crowd watching a woman be burned at the stakes. He sat at the pews. He stood at the altar, looking down at the pews. He stood in a circle with his fellow coven members. He watched as they turned the ritual against him. He watched from the altar, a clean and respectable abode. He watched from the altar, the cabin abandoned. He watched from the altar, the cabin was in ruin and disarray. He watched from the altar as he walked in. He watched from the altar as he grabbed himself from the altar. He fell unconscious.

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Jame’s head was pounding as he came to and was blinded by a bright, artificial light as he opened his eyes. “What happened?” He rubbed his eyes as they adjusted to the harsh light, eventually being able to make out the ceiling fan from his bedroom. “How did I get back here?” He felt his own hair tickle the back of his neck and noticed that his chest shifted as he rose from his bed. “Why does my voice sound… different?” He brought his hand up and cupped a mound of fatty flesh as he inspected the odd feeling on his chest. “What the!?” James jolted out of bed and ran to the bathroom and when he looked into the mirror he saw a petite woman with soft curly hair looking back at him.

“No no no no. This can’t be happening!” James ran back into his bedroom and began tearing the room apart. All of his equipment was still in his duffle bag yet he couldn’t find anything he had taken from the cabin, not the jewelry, not the chalice, not the- He reached towards his nightstand to grab his phone and saw the stone figurine which was now missing the small  emeralds where the eyes once were. “What the fuck is going on?” He picked up his phone and noticed that the wallpaper was different, rather than being a picture of him at the beach with his family, it now showed a similar image but instead of being a man he was a woman who was wearing a black bikini.

He opened up the photo app on his phone and began scrolling through his pictures, each the exact same except he was a woman in every photo. There was an image of him in a tank top and shorts camping with his friends where he stood out as the only girl there, another image was of him topless and passed out on a couch from when he drank too much and passed out at a friends party, every image was of him as a woman. “This can’t be, I’m…” He grabbed his I.D. from his wallet, “Jamie Green, Female, 5 feet 2 inches, 157 pounds… This is tripping me out.” On the I.D. was a picture of the same woman he saw in the mirror, himself.

The following two months were a harsh adjustment for Jamie as, though she had somehow always been a girl, whatever had changed her did not give her the appropriate skills to flourish. She found it difficult balancing her emotions as she adjusted to the different hormones coursing through her body and of course she struggled to dress appropriately, mostly sticking with jeans and oversized t-shirts that covered her bare breasts as she didn’t like the feeling of wearing a bra. There were a few things that worried her though as she would constantly wake up feeling nauseous or find herself craving pickles of all things but these paled in comparison to her belly and breasts. You see, her breasts had become sore and tender, which she tried to ignore, but as time went on both her breasts and belly were slowly growing bigger.

She didn’t think anything of it at the time until when was on the phone with her mother who brought up her period cramps. Jamie realized that she had yet to experience a period and decided to ask how often she should be having them. Of course when her mother responded that she should be having about one a month and teased her for a bit before putting two and two together and asking Jamie why she had asked. Meanwhile Jamie was pale as she had also put two and two together, she hadn’t had a period after two months of adjusting to being a girl, her breasts were sore and were growing along with her belly, and she had strange cravings along with terrible nausea in the morning. “I have to go, bye mom!”

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“Come on! These fit a week ago!” Jamie struggled to get her jeans on as she attempted to tug them over her ass. Her belly and breasts bounced with each attempt to force them over her rump. It had been 7 months since she had been transformed into a girl and since her call with her mom she had bought a pregnancy test and, of course, found out she was pregnant. Despite her telling her doctor that she didn’t know who the father was she had an inkling of what it might be, an ancient dark being using her body as a vessel to rebirth it into the world but… that didn’t explain why she had gotten so big in such a short time. Her belly had swollen to the point where it looked like she was about to pop with quintuplets while her breasts would put some prize melons to shame with their sheer size. Regardless, Jamie was not looking forward to how big she would be getting in the next 2 months nor was she ecstatic about meeting whatever was gestateing inside her womb.