Long before history, magic was gendered and common. Men and women had access to different kinds of power.
Then a spell was cast, the polarity was shifted, severing everyone from their own reservoir and linking them to the opposite gender’s.
Over ten thousand years, magic was all but forgotten until the modern era. Then, on a hike in an ancient forest, Daryl found a talisman. Touching it, he saw the history and knew it could unlock the feminine magic linked to his soul, but he would become a woman on first casting. Nothing was without a price and this would be a steep one. Daryl had always loved being a man. At last he made his choice.
Daryl simply thought that there should be a breeze and immediately, a gust of wind shook the leaves, flicked his hair and rustled his skirt. This was going to be a lot to get used to. First he would need a new name. “Daryl” no longer fit this new shape with its narrow waist, wide hips, large bust and beautiful face.
Darla, the greatest witch for 10,000 years, emerged from the forest Daryl had walked into.