Man Witch

Every spring, there has been a gathering of witches on Chentley Green for as long as anyone can remember. This gathering, known as the "Witch Gate" for some reason, has more recently become a chance for young and old witches alike to let their hair down. That is, of course, if you are a woman. For John Highish, being not-a-woman, nor a female of any implied age, the Witch Gate was everything he'd strived his whole life to be a part of. He was a boy. Some would perhaps call him a man. None would say he was of the female persuasion - because he wasn't. Yet this did not matter to John, for he had a singular passionate goal. There was only one thing he'd ever desperately wanted to be:

A witch.