Painters Secret

Don't Go To A Strangers House

I stepped back, scared at what I had just witnessed. Misty, the young brunet that had flirted with me, talking me up, and invited me to her home; was now a pair of black, matte heels.

“What the hell are you?” I screamed, still stepping back.

“A witch.” She replied simply and smiled. “I bet your wondering what’s going on, huh; well you’re just going to have to keep on wondering.” She teased and took a step forward.

Her expression turned serious and her eyes appeared to glow; I tried to run, having seen that same look just before Misty’s slender body had been split, twisted and reformed, into the pair of shoes, the witch had just kick to the side; but I couldn’t move.

The room shot up around me, my clothes vanished, my vision blurred. It all happened so fast, I didn’t even get a chance to scream.

I watched helplessly as she walked towards me, she was a giant. She bent down and picked me up, I could feel my body swishing and twirling around in a very unfamiliar way.

She pulled….my top off? And all at once I could smell the softest, most delicate scent I had ever experienced.

“Mmm…you smell sooo good.” She said and tipped my over allowing a small part of me to coat her finger; then she rubbed my cool, wet new body on each side of her neck, just below and behind each ear.

Placing my top back on, she casually threw me onto the bed and walked out of the room. All I could do is lay helpless, feeling myself soak into her body, and evaporate into the air at the same time.

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