Gertie looked at the image of the naked woman in the mirror with amazement. The large dark eyes sat in a face the color of pale china gave her a look of mystery and intrigue. The aquiline nose with its slight curve was so different from her normal sharp beak with the big wart on the tip. This nose only added to the perfection of her large red lips and straight white teeth. It was a face devoid of imperfection except for one tiny beauty mark on her right cheek.
The image's long black hair contrasted with her alabaster skin, it shinned as it picked up the reflection of the lights overhead. The wavy hair cascaded off her shoulders to lie on the tops of her breasts firm as melons and just as large. Gertie liked the way the breasts stood atop her chest, at attention just as her nipples erect stood in the sea that was her areola. She continued her gaze down her firm flat belly to the dark bush covering her pubic bone, noting it was shaped into a heart, dark as the heart beating inside her chest. She turned to see her derrière, not flat and shapeless as a model but full and round making her body curvaceous. All of this on top of long shapely legs made for a package guaranteed to turn a man's will into putty.
This last thought made Gertrude laugh yet it was not the cackle that she was accustom to making but a deep throaty laugh sinuous in itself. The old hag liked what she saw and was now sure that not only the spell she had cast but also the potion she had brewed would do exactly as she'd hoped. Although the spell came from the large book of spells, the potion was a combination that as far as she knew had never been made before. The witch had wanted a spell that would make all men her slave and as she looked at her reflection she had no doubt that it would work. Ah yes, but as they say, the proof of the pudding is in the eating and now she must go out and find a man to give a little taste.
She picked up the bra to put on, something she never wore but did so today. Not for support but for cleavage and as she put the straps over her shoulders she saw at once the bra had the desired effect. Next came the red satin blouse and she wondered how many buttons to leave undone, one not enough, three too many, and that made two just right. Tiny red panties, then the matching garter belt and after attaching her nylons, she put on the tight black skirt, she liked the way it hugged her curves. Once again, she looked at her image in the mirror and knew it was right. Not over dressed, not too sexy, more professional it was an outfit perfect for an afternoon lunch.
Gertie took a cab to that little bistro on Sunset where everybody goes to be seen. The first test of her powers were successful as the cabbie refused payment for the ride and told her it was his pleasure just to have her in his taxi. The next test was the maitre d, who seated her in the A-list section without her even asking. She casually gazed at the celebrities searching for the one who wielded the most weight in this town. When she spied Martin Scorsese, she knew he would be perfect; she arose and walked directly to his table. He looked up ready to dismiss her as one of the countless ingénues that approached him but one look into her eyes had him jumping up and offering her a chair.
"My name is Eve, Eve Reborn if you will and I'm here to reject the guilt put on all womanhood since the dawn of man."
"And what can I do for you Ms. Eve Reborn," he said with a smile.
"I want to use the influence you have in this town to help put on a celebrity gala, a costume ball with the benefits going to abused women across the country."
Mr. Scorsese's lunch was now forgotten and growing cold, while he barked orders into his phone to some underling. Once he hung up, he turned his attention back to Eve.
"I have an afternoon meeting at the Directors Gill and I would like you to attend it with me. I will announce our soirée and get all on board to help."
The two stood before the podium as Mr. Scorsese announced the plans for the Halloween Costume Ball, a benefit for abused women to be held the week before Halloween. Eve cringed at the word Halloween a word hated by all witches as it belittled their most High Holiday, All Hollows Eve, but she held her tongue. All were quick to join in and everyone had ideas. A handsome young man that Eve only later learned was named Leonardo DiCaprio, stood and suggested they start the donations by biding on the right to have Eve as their date for the gala. Everyone loved the idea and with Eve's OK began a frantic bidding war that ended with Mr. DiCaprio winning the bid with a final bid of six figures. It was decided that the theme would be fairy tales and everyone would come dressed as their favorite fairy tale character.
The night of the gala Gertie dressed as Little Red Riding Hood. She wore a very low cut peasant's blouse, thus exposing miles of delicious looking cleavage. Her daringly short pleated skirt surely would fulfill every man's schoolgirl fantasy yet no schoolgirl would ever wear such tall platform shoes. Topped off with the red riding hood and picnic basket complete with wolf's tail hanging out the side Eve looked like someone who could only be in an adult fairy tale. Leonardo, as he had begged Eve to call him, arrived at the gala dressed as the mighty woodsman and he looked ruggedly handsome. Eve was pleased that he wanted to coordinate costumes and thought they made a good-looking couple.
