Farmer Jack's orchard.

Jason had been scrumping apples in Farmer Jack's orchard when his luck finally ran out.

Farmer Jack caught him.

In the farmer's pocket was one of his mother's old magical formulas.

Without hesitation, the farmer hurled it at him. 

The bottle shattered, splashing its contents all over Jason and transforming him into a woman.

Jason's life had changed completely.

Now transformed and bound by the strange magic's influence, Jason spent his days working on the farm. 

From feeding chickens and mending fences to gathering apples beneath the very trees he had once raided, another task was always waiting.

Farmer Jack never raised his voice, yet somehow Jason always found himself following his instructions. 

The magic seemed determined to teach a lesson, though what lesson that was remained frustratingly unclear.

Each evening, exhausted from the day's labour, Jason sat on the farmhouse porch and stared across the rolling fields. 

The orchard glowed gold in the setting sun, peaceful and beautiful in a way he had never noticed before.

"How much longer?" Jason often wondered.

A day? A month? A year?

No answer ever came.

All Jason knew was that every sunrise brought more work, more responsibility, and more time to think about the foolish decision that had started it all. 

As the weeks passed, a troubling thought began to creep into his mind.

What if the Punishment wasn't meant to end when he wanted it to?

What if it would only end when he finally learned whatever lesson the magic was trying so hard to teach?

And perhaps most troubling of all, Jason was no longer certain what that lesson was supposed to be. 

The days were beginning to blend together. 

The orchard no longer seemed like a prison, and the farmhouse no longer felt entirely unfamiliar. 

Somehow, without noticing when it had happened, he had begun to belong there.

That realisation frightened him more than any spell ever could, and he wondered if he would like the feel of the Farmer's cock between his lips.