Jezabel the Cybermage

Once you were known as Karen Mitchell. This Name, this life seems a lifetime away now. The proper words to describe you were mousy or brainiac. You were brilliant and had the gift for magic. After you graduated with a degree in the thaumaturgical arts you started to work as an occult investigator for the FBI.

During an investigation you managed to save the life of an high level corporate exec. Unfortunately you died, or would have, if the exec had not shown some morality and had his best medics put your shattered body back together.

When you saw yourself for the first time in a mirror you were shocked. This wasn t you. Even the colour of your eyes had changed. Instead of grey they were now a bright green. Your nondescript face had suddenly become beautiful, with high cheekbones an full sensual lips all surrounded by bright red curls. And you got a body to match your face. A nice full body tan, big firm tits and a nice round ass.

Unfortunately your magical gift was gone. The invasive surgery used to save your life had destroyed your magical ability and so you were out of a job. With your magic gone you used some of the money your benefactor gave you to buy some cybersystems and started to work the shadows as a freelance investigator.

But life was dull. You missed the arcane powers you used to command. Rooted I a body which wasn t yours. You despaired. Today you still don t know what has gotten into you, but you don t care. You were in a bar indulging in your favourite pastime, drinking. It was late and this guy, who saw a drunk bombshell at the bar made a move on you. You let him. The next morning you woke up in a bed next to a complete stranger. At first you were shocked, but never felt so alive since the accident. This day changed everything for you. You began to dress provocatively, flirted and fucked a lot. Not long ago you would have called yourself a slut. But it didn t matter you felt alive and that mattered. And with this feeling the spark came back. You were able to use magic again. Your powers weren t as strong as they used to be but they were back.

Today you call yourself Jezabel. You still work as an Investigator. Mostly alone but sometimes you team up with other who work the shadows like you do to take on bigger targets.

Your high heeled boots click on the asphalt as you hurry the last steps to the entrance of the club penumbra. The bouncer grins and watches your tits bounce up and down. You are wearing a short black leather dress which fits snugly on your curves. The silver zipper which runs down the entire front is pulled somewhat down to show more cleavage. Ted, the bouncer, grabs your ass as you enter the club. You give him a seductive smile. Once inside the beat hits you in the stomach. Neon lights flash in the darkness of the dancefloor. The crowd is in a good mood, drinking an dancing. But you are here for business. You adjust the light amplification of your eyes and start looking for your contact.