Pinned Down by Magic.

She holds you, and you look up to her. Your mind has trouble processing the reality of the situation and finally cry out. "What's going on here?!" You push yourself from her grasp, and stumble once again, sending one of the displays clattering to the ground. She tuts her tongue, and points a finger at you. "Silly boy, you're experiencing the power of the tattoo that now adorns your arm." She tosses up her hands in abandon. "Oh, but you could not believe me! You wished to prove me wrong." She smirks. "Or perhaps you simply wanted an excuse to wear a frilly dress."

You paw at the cloth, your breath becoming more rapid and shallow by the moment. You fit the dress perfectly. You would say that it's almost as if it were made for you, but the reality of the situation impresses itself upon you and you slowly realize the truth. YOU have been made for the dress. Your chest has plumped up to fill out the bust of the garment, as has the rest of your body. You had chosen a rather large dress as all the others were far too small for you, but it seems that now you fit that larger dress perfectly. You feel your body's mass jiggle with every step. Your arms are plump, and your legs are overstuffed sausages. Your middle isn't quite pot bellied, but if you still had your pants on you'd have an undeniable muffin top. Clearly your weight wasn't the only thing it changed. The racks that you previously stood head and shoulders over now rise a few inches over you. You're perhaps a little shorter than the average woman.

Your knees are exposed to the open air, and they wobble back and forth as the witch finally deems your sober enough to listen to her. "That tattoo is quite dangerous, which is why it was behind glass." She taps her lip thoughtfully. "I'm pleased to find your reaction to it to be so positive." She titters as she holds up a mirror. "Though it's not quite complete."

As you behold your features, it is undeniable that you look more feminine, but it is still a males face that looks back at you. It's as if the enchantment worked its way up, but didn't quite push past your neck with any strength. You look absurd, but at the sudden realization you paw desperately at your groin... Still there. A sigh of relief comes to your lips.

"But perhaps you knew of the band and did this on purpose..." She muses as she appraises your body.

"You think I'd do this to myself!?"

"What I think doesn't matter, you did do this to yourself. What I wonder is whether it was on purpose."

"I-I would never!" Your voice stammers in shock.

"Silly thing. This is such a... free~ society. It is not unexpected." She taps you on the nose. "Many such boi's as you wander into my shop, though most try to cover their faces and avoid me at all cost. You were so confident."

"That's only because... Because I didn't know what type of shop this is."

"That is what you tell me... Is that also what you tell yourself?"

"I mean it!"

She shushes you. "Either way. You now see the potency of my charms. Will you work for me willingly now? I'm sure a boi like you will find the job most enjoyable."

You protest once again. "How do I know this enchantment isn't just the dress."

She titters "Because the enchantment of the dress is to smell as the wildflowers that adorn the print."

Sure enough, as you turn your attention to the aroma that surrounds you, you do in fact detect the pollen like sweetness of wildflowers. She bears a pin from a nearby sewing cushion.

"Now answer quickly. I have work for you if you choose to accept my generous offer!"

You stammer as you look over your body then nod. "O-ok... But just for now!"

She smiles, then jabs one of the pins into you.