The Red-White Witch - 2 (Patreon)

IMPORTANT NOTE: Everything that appears here, in this story, only exists in my mind, anything that resembles reality is coincidence or fortuitous. . .

( hopefully there will be many of these 💓, or not, who knows 😭 )

THE RED-WHITE WITCHPart 2 - Through the MirrorJohan woke up feeling confused, with a strong sensation that his body weighed a ton. His mind seemed to spin like a top. In those erratic and increasingly unstable spins, which brought back some of his concentration, Johan felt like he was forgetting who he was. He could barely remember anything that had happened a few minutes ago in that confusion. At the same time, his skin felt different, more sensitive. His vision gradually focused on his hands, which he used to help him keep his balance, despite now being on his knees on the worn, cold rock of the floor.“What has...?” he began to say, unable to finish with '... happened?'“My voice!?”Instinctively, he put a hand to his neck and lost the balance he was struggling to maintain, while everything around him seemed to be spinning. He ended up laying on the floor again.“Why do I sound so...?” Johan strained his throat to see if his normal voice would return. “Oh gods! It's so... feminine?”Then he remembered, the 'Mirror', the 'Crown', the 'Reflection'... the beautiful young woman in a delicate blouse, a youthful skirt and shiny stockings... And the hand that had dragged him into the mirror and probably brought him to this place. Thankfully the room had stopped spinning.Suddenly he sat up and realized the weight of his new chest, the emptiness between his legs, the soft fabric against his body. A body with no prominent bulges, except for a sensual silhouette with a marked waist in the middle. Johan realized that now he was her, the gorgeous red head, and in his memory his old name was no longer there, only Johanna's. A similar past, but with a totally different storyline, and...“She's awake,” said a voice, breaking the silence of the strange room Johanna found herself in.“Finally,” said another. “How long has it been since the last time?”“Really?” added a third. “Are you satisfied with... someone like that?”“Who's there?” asked Johanna, trying to get up. “Come out! Show yourselves!”Forgetting about her heels, Johanna tried to get up and almost fell again. Seeing the long stiletto heel sticking out of her boot, she was initially surprised. How could she walk with that? But somehow she knew she could walk. What's more, she was so conceited that the height of her heels was a measure of her arrogance over the other girls. And for some reason, that gave her confidence and made her feel good.Johanna now got up and brushed the dirt off her new designer skirt. She looked around, searching for the three people who had spoken. That's how she realized where she was. It was a place that looked like a dungeon. But one where they didn't just lock up people or other things. She saw many cells, three trunks, and, to her surprise, something that shouldn't have been there. A gothic iron throne with ribbed, intimidating wings. She kept looking, but there was no trace of the mirror she had crossed through.“The ones you've told me about,” said Johanna, turning on her heels, feeling her breasts move and her skirt rise with the force of the turn. Johanna enjoyed the sensation and took a deep breath of the stale, musty, damp air. There was something about it that she liked. “Show yourselves and tell me where this place is.”“We're here,” said the first voice behind her.“Behind you,” continued the second.“Turn around, and you'll see us,” the third voice finished.Like a femme fatale, Johanna only turned her head and saw only the three trunks. Her eyes narrowed, trying to see if anyone was hiding, but there was no place among the trunks where anyone could hide... unless...“We are the trunks, darling,” said the first voice again, to Johanna's surprise. “Come to me and I will dress you in green and make you the 'Witch of the Forest', the 'Mistress of the Elements'!”The shape of the trunk deformed, as if instead of being wood, with its grain and worn forms, it were a living muscle.“You must choose one of us,” continued the second, made of iron, "but if you choose me, I will dress you as the 'White Witch', and you will be able to restore the balance between good and evil.“Or leave through the wooden gate and go back to being who you were in your world,” added the third, who was golden in color, its voice almost totally full of contempt.“Oh, shut up already,” complained the other two trunks at the third. “You don't want her to leave without choosing.”Johanna was puzzled, forgetting for a moment how unnatural the situation was and her fear. Her heels echoed on the cold floor carved long ago. The shaping pantyhose, tight and snug, wrapped around her legs. The soft fabric of the skirt slid over them, caressing her sensually wherever she moved. She bit her lip, coquettishly, but revealing that she was intrigued and seduced. She felt her heart beating fast and hard beneath her chest, covered only by the expensive, soft silk fabric of her blouse.Johanna knew that, just as when she had been caught by her reflection in the mirror, curiosity would get the better of her and she ignored her instinct for self-preservation.“She's from the countryside, and they hate witches there. Remember the last one who arrived, claiming to be a nun, and cursing us as she fled...”“You...” Johanna interrupted the third trunk, striking a pose that she had only seen in very arrogant and somewhat immature girls. “The golden trunk, the one that speaks arrogantly, what are you hiding inside, that you are the only one who has not told me what you would transform me into?”to be continued...