The morning following Wendy's fevered night of exploration, the elder Carmichael sister awoke sore and feeling distinctly sticky. She rose from her bed, which reeked of stale sex, and stared at herself in her full-length mirror. Looking at her body, Wendy found herself growing aroused again.
The young woman had no way of knowing the road she was walking. True, the first steps had been rushed and made without understanding where it would take her. As she dressed, she chose clothing that accentuated her feminine shape. This was the first time in her life she had ever done so purposefully. It would not, however, be the last...
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I stood behind the check-out counter in the costume shop, tapping the glass top in a bored way. I'd seen half a dozen customers since Wendy Carmichael had walked out the day before. I had expected things to start slowly, though. For one thing, I hadn't hung any sort of grand opening sign on purpose. For another, I'd intentionally woven spells of routine over the shop. Those would make it so that people didn't notice anything strange going on while I adjusted the town to my liking.
Three of those customers had merely been lookie-loos. None the current stock really called to them. They'd merely been drawn inside by their predisposition to sexual gratification. I made note of each one, expecting to see them again at some point in the future.
The fourth had been interesting. I had encountered his sort a few times through the decades. Every so often, people were born who seemed mostly immune to magical influence. There was no rhyme or reason to it, as far as I could tell. Anything short of completely rewiring their brains bounced off such people. I had frozen time for a moment and snuck a peek at his driver's license. It never hurt to know where such people lived.
The fifth had been, surprisingly, a dryad. I wasn't sure which kind but guessed either oak or ash based on the feel of the woman's magic. Our conversation had been normal for two unfamiliar practitioners or magical beings meeting for the first time: small talk that danced around the actual subjects under discussion.
The dryad, who chose not to give her name (I respected the decision and followed suit), had asked 'Do you plan to damage my home?' without actually saying the words. I had responded in the negative before asking 'What are you?' in so many words. No answer, explicit or implicit, had been given.
I'd put a very low powered tracking spell on the woman's left shoe, where it went unnoticed. I'd check in to see where the woman spent her time later. It never hurt to know where other magical beings spent their time.
My last customer had been a beautiful young woman named Allisyn Mehler. Allisyn had gravitated towards the animal costumes, just like Wendy. I had needed to contain a dance of joy when the Holstein Heifer costume ended up being the one that called to Allisyn. The woman hadn't tried it on, but that was fine. Allisyn had touched the cow costume. The residual magic would go to work on her. She'd be back, and soon.
I was reflecting on all of this when the bell over the door jingled. I looked up and couldn't stop the grin that spread across my face. Wendy, beautiful, sensual Wendy, came sweeping in. The woman had definitely been following the pull of the magic she'd taken in the day before. Her outfit was far more suggestive and revealing than the conservative one she'd worn the day before. The neckline of her blouse plunged, the skirt was a hair over twice as long as the one for the fox costume, and she'd even put on kitten heels.
I had to resist the urge to lick my lips. For one thing, it wouldn't be very lady like. For another, I wanted to save my lipstick so I could leave prints all over Wendy's body.
Wendy strode right up to the counter. The smile she gave me was the perfect mixture of nervousness and flirtation. She set a simple leather wallet down on the counter in front of me, unzipping one side of it. She pulled out a small stack of currency, counting out enough to pay for the fox costume. Wendy's eyes lingered on the bills, as if she was unable to believe she was spending so much.
My resolve to let things play out in their own time fractured slightly. I reached out, pressing one finger under Wendy's chin and pushing upward gently. Wendy didn't resist. Our eyes met a moment later. I kept my voice gentle when I spoke.
"Spending money on quality is nothing to be scared of or ashamed about. You want the costume, right?"
Wendy nodded slowly, the motion growing more confident. I moved my finger from under the other woman's chin to allow her freedom of movement. I grinned, and the expression proved infectious as Wendy smiled right back.
"Do you want to try it on, just to be sure it fits like you remember?"
Wendy's eyes lit up. She nodded rapidly, her gaze darting to the corner of the store where the section of animal costumes was. I reached out, taking Wendy's chin in my hand and slowly turning her back to face front. I reached under the counter, lifting out a rectangular gift box. Using my free hand, I flipped off the lid, revealing Wendy's fox costume nestled on tissue paper.
"You said you'd be back, so I set it aside for you."
Wendy felt herself melt inside. Her eyes warmed, gaining an excited light. Her cheeks flushed, taking on a lovely, delicate shade of red. She reached out, gripping the box with both hands. After a quick, "Thank you, ma'am", she darted off to the dressing rooms.
As soon as Wendy's back was turned, I reached for my crystal ball. I was impatient to see where events would lead next. A quick pass of a hand and the interior of the crystal ball cloud over. As the internal fog cleared, I could see that my customer hadn't wasted any time. In the moment it had taken me to activate the crystal ball, Wendy had shed her clothes. The hesitation from the previous day was gone. Wendy had opted to strip completely, and the bright orange skirt was already halfway up her legs.
I had seen other subjects react with similar gusto, but never quite this quickly or this willingly. I had stumbled across a true gem in Wendy Carmichael. I definitely wouldn't be letting this one go any time soon.
In a blink, the hair band with the fabric ears had been settled in place, the halter had been tied behind Wendy's neck, and the skirt was settled low on her hips. The young woman eyed the tail thoughtfully. It didn't seem she quite knew what to do with it. I didn't mind that. I'd be showing Wendy how the toy worked soon enough.
A shiver ran through Wendy as the magic flowed into her again. Her fox ears twitched, her hands ran over her body as the thick fur grew once again, and her breasts filled out, gaining about a cup size worth of additional heft. Delighted moans filled the costume shop as Wendy sank into the chair. There was no hesitation as the young woman sank first one, then two fingers into her waiting sex.
I stood, my breathing growing heavier as I watched Wendy pleasure herself. Then, I waved a hand, clearing the crystal ball before placing it back on its shelf. I had no plans to play the voyeur again today. I wanted to taste my new toy, and I meant to take my time with that.
With a flick of my fingers, I cast several small spells towards the front door. The lock clicked into place, and a paper sign taped itself to the glass.
Back in one hour. Don't hesitate to come again!
I chuckled at my little double entendre. No one but me would get the joke, but I didn't care.
I didn't bother knocking when I arrived at the dressing room Wendy was in.
