Your younger sister, celeste wanted to go trick-or-treating with you shes an 16 year old human witch. But you refused. childish holiday wasn’t worth your time.

Celeste disagreed. With a flick of her wand, everything changed.

A surge of energy shot through you. Your body shrank and twisted, muscles softening, height shifting. Your chest burned then swelled heavy, sensitive, foreign. Your waist pulled inward, hips pushed outward, balance slipping as your legs grew longer, smoother.

Dark hair spilled down your back, cascading past your shoulders. A witch’s hat perched atop your head. Your clothes dissolved, replaced by a tight white turtleneck, a black corset hugging your impossibly curvy frame, leather shorts digging into wide hips and thick thighs but just as you thought it was finnaly over a pair of fluffy white bunny ears sprout from your head and a tail above your butt.

You reached up, trembling. Your hands were delicate. Your voice soft, sultry.

Magic hummed beneath your skin. Raw. Powerful. Unnatural.

Celeste’s giggle echoed.

“Perfect,” she mused.