Never Play Pool With Witches

           Have you ever come across a witch who happened to be a pool shark?

          This deluded fool did.

          He was so cocky that he made the mistake of challenging one to a game. He felt he had her pinned until a trick shot from her caught him off guard. Once she had control, she never gave it up. He lost and as a result, lost his manhood too. Not right away, mind you. The changes took place in his sleep; He--She would get a very rude awakening.

         The changes began with his loss of body hair. Next was the shrinking of his body and especially, his muscles. His "most precious' muscle would be the last to go. Then came the flaring of his hips and thickening of his thighs. His hair grew wild and unkempt. Lastly, he would grow some rather ample breasts. They may have been modest, but the cleavage would be anything but. By the time he--rather, she--woke up, nothing of the man would exist any longer. This should serve as a lesson to all men who think too highly of themselves: Never play pool with a witch, especially if they're pool sharks. I should know. I'm the one who defeated him.