Seizure of Assets

"Magic?" asked the girl, clearly confused. "Are we talking card tricks or Harry Potter?" She had a newfound affection for the old crone after becoming her heir, but was still annoyed by the cryptic nature of her grandmother's question.

Her grandmother chuckled "Not either, really. But the magic I refer to much more closely resembles the latter." The old witch replied, the flowery tone of an old granny having thoroughly left her voice. It was replaced by a tone dripping with confidence and nonchalance. Like a master poker player sitting across from a novice. The hag continued, "The term has been abused and misused for centuries for various reasons. The oldest records of witches and magecraft wielders in general date back a few thousand years before the common era"

"Gran, I don't see what this ha-"

"Silence, you petulant child. I was getting there." And the younger girl stopped stopped speaking. Not that she wanted to stop, but for some reason she found herself unable to speak. "Sit down on the ground and do as you're told." And she obeyed. As if she were a preschooler, she sat, terrified. Something had taken away her ability to act of her own free will. She began to understand what it was.

"Now then, I was going to give you a detailed account of how we got to where we are now, but honestly that would just be a few minutes of me gloating," sighed the annoyed hag, having cast off any persona or façade of familial love for her granddaughter. "So instead let me just tell you that the contract you signed was not what you thought it was." The younger woman's fears turned out to be true.

"The purpose of that document was, as I said before, a means by which to transfer all of the assets and ownership of Imelda Caligari's property to Kaitlyn Hughes." The crone smiled that damn smile again. "What I neglected to mention was that the identity of "Kaitlyn Hughes" would also be transferred between the two of us. Henceforth, I am Katie Hughes, you are Imelda Caligari as recognized by the laws of this universe." The words made no sense to Imelda. She was still... Her eyes widened. 'What did I call myself?'

'Katie' stepped up from the bed and approached her younger girl on the floor. "Now then, Imelda," the old woman said, making sure to drip smugness from the girl's new name, "I'm going to need all of your assets now. All of them."

'Imelda' was terrified now. That contract said something about Kaitlyn Hughes owning all of Imelda Caligari's assets, if she was Imelda now, was the old witch going to take all of her money? Was that what she meant?

She didn't have to wait long to figure it out. 'Katie' began stripping, her old, disgusting frame revealing itself to the room. 'Imelda' tried to look away, not wanting to see her grandmother's old, disgusting body, but it was impossible. All she could do was watch as _it _happened. Her grandmother... shapeshifted. Imelda understood now. All of her assets.

Decades of decrepit bones and muscles limiting her activity felt sore and sublime as the wear of age left them, replaced by the vigor of a youthful girl concerned with her appearance. Katie thanked her granddaughter for all of those hours at the gym, her butt pouring outward as if countless squat sessions happened in an instant. Her breasts practically exploded out of her chest, their huge form and structure entirely blocking Imelda's view of Katie's face, which was the next to change. Her wrinkles faded away, her teeth straightened, her bones crunched, **** into the shape of a woman at the height of her beauty. But not just any woman. She needed to become Katie Hughes after all. It wouldn't be enough to revert her face to her youth, she had to make it look convincingly like the granddaughter she replaced. She threw her head back in ecstasy, further changing her face so that anyone who knew Kaitlyn would immediately recognize her, but of course be stunned by her newfound beauty.

And it was newfound. Imelda was, after all, quite the beauty herself in her younger years. The combination of the breasts she stole from Kaitlyn and the ones acquired from her previous thefts made quite the sight, dwarfing Kaitlyn's original chest. And the rest of her body followed suit. Katie's musculature improved in some subtle ways, the stretch marks Kaitlyn had accrued from her own explosive puberty were left on the aging hag on the floor, leaving the new Katie with a flawless, blemish-free young body, with healthier skin than even the most committed of metrosexuals.

She had been watching Shane for some time, and so knew he had no interest in girls with body hair, so she purposefully left out her ability to grow any on Imelda, her own personal dumping ground. Well, it was technically against the terms of the pact, but she was able to justify it by claiming to the World that Kaitlyn's lack of body hair was an asset. A stretch, and a bending of the truth, but it wouldn't matter. The woman who was now Imelda wouldn't need it for long. Not one hair would grow on Katie's body below her neck forevermore.

Katie's transformation had completed, and a divine young beauty now stood in the room of her 'grandmother', Imelda. "Thank you, 'Gran,'" came Katie's young and angelic voice. "I promise to put this to better use than you." She looked down at the grotesque figure on the floor. 'Definitely Imelda,' she thought, 'if a bit hairier, and gaunt.' "Now, we have two things left to do. First, you having all the information I need in that head of yours is a problem for me." If Imelda was terrified before, she was... there wasn't a word for the dread she felt now. "So I'm going to take it, and give nothing back. Now the issue with that," she added, sitting back on the bed, crossing her long, toned legs, "is that then you won't be able to operate as Imelda anymore. Fortunately I have already submitted a real Will" She said, producing a larger packet than before. She giggled, a cute giggle only a young woman could perform. "This one really IS for the lawyers. It's a will for everything owned by 'Imelda Caligari' to be given to her granddaughter, Kaitlyn Hughes upon her ****." Imelda wasn't surprised. Her life was already over, after all.

"Oh don't look like that, Gran. You'll make me feel bad. Anyway, nighty-night." And with a flick of her wrist, Imelda Caligari was dead. A stroke, the coroner would later deduce definitively. Katie donned her new clothes, put her new phone into her new bag, and put her new makeup on in her old bathroom. Having decided she was finally ready, it was time to begin the next phase of the plan. Katie still needed to meet Shane after all.

She took a deep breath and stormed out of her old room for the last time.

"HELP, SOMEONE! SOMETHING HAPPENED TO GRAN!"

Author's Note:

Let me know if you had difficulty following along with the name change. I'm a bit worried about that.

Also in general any story direction suggestions or edits are welcome. I'm mainly here to cut my teeth on writing. I tried pretty hard to avoid evoking too many naked old lady images as possible while still properly setting the scene.