Eventually

Hilda and Sally sit there in silence for what seems like hours as they wait for the right moment.

The two naked women cling to their cover, faces low to the ground and bare butts sticking up in the air like fearsome jungle cats (ok, cute adorable fuzzy house kittens) ready to pounce.

They watch their prey, observing as the witch finishes preparing her wagon and then begins casting a spell upon herself.

"What's she doing?" Sally whispers, utterly fascinated by what's transpiring.

"H-how would I know?" Hilda responds.

The two women gasp as a bright light envelopes the witch, and then slowly fades away, revealing not the cruel old crone that has ruined their lives, but a young, beautiful bodacious babe!

Her platinum blonde hair is long and flowing, thick and voluminous, and comes down to her ankles. Her breasts are big and perky (evoking more than a little jealousy from Sally and Hilda). Her body is curvy and statuesque. Her clothing has transformed from shabby, dirty, nasty rags into a thin, gauzy, almost transparent gown, like something a shrine maiden would wear.

"W-what... how...?" Sally stutters.

"Magic..." Hilda whispers.

"This oughtta do..." the young, leggy witch woman says as she adjusts her hefty chest, making sure neither one of her impressive mounds is hanging out of the thin garment.

She sits herself down on top of the unattached wagon wheel and starts brushing her hair.

"Now...?" Sally asks in a whisper.

Hilda nods and gets ready to attack. She's just about to charge at her hated foe, when...

"Hilda! Someone's coming!" Sally says as she tugs on the naked knight's ankle.

Hilda looks over and squeaks in surprise. Coming around the bend is a well-off looking woman riding a white donkey, but next to her is...

Oh no! Not him! Not now! I... I can't let him see me! Not like this!