Ottilia and Angela Become "Badder"

"Now what?" Ottilia asked her back. "Now we make ourselves even sexier."

"Sexier? Is that possible?"

"Anything's possible. As long as there's a spell for it," she said, looking back down at the book and sifting through the pages.

Angela thought that she was already more beautiful than she ever thought she'd ever be. But it was true that she felt like going further. She had gotten a taste of having beauty for the first time in her life and she not only didn't want to give it up, but also wanted more of it. She didn't just want to be a beautiful woman. She wanted to be a goddess, someone that men would do anything to be with. It didn't even occur to her that being with other men would constitute as cheating on her husband David. She now craved attention so much that she felt it was not only okay for other men to want her, but felt like it was expected of them. That if they rejected her or didn't lust for her, that it was essentially an insult. After all, who wouldn't want to be with a sexy creature like her? Normally, Angela wasn't one to hold such arrogant feelings like this, especially having to do with vanity, but the seed of corruption was growing within her the longer she stayed in her current sexier form, and strengthening with every spell used to change her. And the same was happening with Ottilia as well. Truly, they weren't the same women they were the day before, and before long, they wouldn't be the same women they were right now either.

"Okay, I found something," Ottilia said, pleased to have finally found a spell to make them even sexier, as far as she could tell.

"Well what are you waiting for?" Angela asked, getting excited. "Use it."

Ottilia nodded, then spoke the spell aloud. They both turned and looked at their reflections in the bedroom mirror.

The changes started immediately, with the familiar feeling of warmness spreading across their entire bodies. Ottilia's hair went from its rich red color to something more bold and artificial, looking like truly red-dyed hair. At the same time, Angela's hair changed as well, with the ends of her blonde hair turning a bluish-green color. They looked at each other, wondering if something had gone wrong. After all, this wasn't what they had in mind when they were wanting to be sexier. Turning back to the mirror, they saw that more changes had happened. Their make-up was darker, almost black, contrasting better with their pale skin ... wait, pale skin? They thought their skin was tanned. But no, it was now noticeably pale. Sharp pricks caught their attention, making them utter sounds of pain. There were now piercings on their faces. Nostril, eyebrow, lips. Okay, this was definitely not what they had in mind. Then they felt the pricks in their nipples. They turned and looked at each other, panic in their darker-made-up eyes. Then Angela's hand flew to her belly button, where there was now a piercing there as well. "Ottilia ..."

"Yeah, yeah, I know. Maybe I read it wrong or ..."

Suddenly, they felt a burning sensation on their arms, causing them to look. Their eyes went wide, seeing the tattoos running up their pale arms. Some of them looked quite ... devilish.

"Don't just stand there. Get the book," Angela said.

"Right," she said, grabbing it from where she placed it moments earlier. All the while, she felt the burning sensation moving up over her shoulder and up her neck. For Angela, it went from her arms to her back, then down towards her legs.

Oh, god. Are there tattoos all over my body now? she thought with a shudder.

Then their clothing began to change. Ottilia's went from the green minidress to something entirely different - a black T-shirt displaying the logo for a heavy metal band, a black leather biker jacket, black ripped jeans, and a pair of Doc Martens. For Angela, she kept her tube top and miniskirt, but now they were black instead of white, and made of latex. Her heels also changed, becoming knee-high black buckled boots with 4-inch stacks.

They stared at their reflections in the mirror, momentary horror in their eyes ... then they began to grin.

"So hot," Angela said.

"Fuck yeah," Ottilia agreed.

Neither of them even realized how out of character they were acting. Using the spell had strengthened their growing corruption, but the spell itself wasn't meant to make them sexier, not exactly. Ottilia had misunderstood the purpose of the spell. It was meant to make them edgier, sluttier, more wicked, "badder" (for lack of a better term). In a sense, that could all be considered sexier, but it wasn't what they wanted or expected. But now, because of the spell, it was what they accepted, and they couldn't help but feel pleased by it, even though it was drastically different than anything they had ever been before. Even their personalities had changed. Ottilia was known to admonish those who used profanity, but now she threw around the F-word like it was nothing. And the same was true of Angela.