A beginning

Natalia looked at all of the vials and glasses. She knew she was magically gifted, her mother was a witch, but she didnt know how it all worked.

"Nat, bring me that vial, the purple one with the heart label."

"OK", Nat shouted over the bustling crowd.

"Don drop it, it's a reanimation spell, bee more careful you git!" her friend shouted.

Well, Natalia has never had what you would call luck. as soon as her friend said it a burly man in a leather coat basically rammed her into the ground, "Excuse me," he said "I'm just looking for fire spells."

The vial spilled all over poor nat, not only covering her clothes, but soaking into her skin.

"Help me!" she cried, but he magic sale and a hundred angry customers ignored her.

She felt sad, annoyed at her mistake, she had spilled easily 20 gil worth of potion. That was a weeks wages and she was horrified if the owner knew. When her robes seemed to flutter without any wind she was confused. The shop was crowded, it was the annual summer solstice sale. Hundreds of witches and wizards crowded the building. Natalia had no other form of income. This had been a recommendation from a friend. Deliver some potions she said, please some customers she said, Easy money she said, but as nat felt her gown to begin to move, she doubted her ability to fulfill the task. Already hands seemed to search her body like she was an alley whore, but when her clothes fluttered and exposed her cute butt, things seemed to get worse. She could feel the fabric trying to free itself from her body. She felt her stomach drop and butterflies rise at the same time she felt a strangers hand explore her newly exposed buttocks.

"No no no no NO!" She muttered as she made her way to her boss.

"i'm so sorry, someone knocked this vial all over me! It was an accident!" Nat cried.

To her surprise, the boss lady seemed more amused than angry.