Later at Home

Megan wasn’t about to test the wand in public and she couldn’t really leave the children alone, so she was **** to wait. She waited and waited and it was agony! But eventually she got Jillian and Thomas fed and abed. Their mother rarely showed up until after midnight on a Friday, since she had so much of what the children’s father had left her to spend. Megan usually brewed a cup of tea and headed for her room and her books once her charges where asleep, but this night she couldn’t stand to wait for water to boil. She was in her room before Thomas started snoring.

She got out the wand and stared at it. Then she looked at herself in the mirror, half expecting to see fairy princess or a powerful enchantress. But it was just a mousy-looking, flat-chested nanny, of course. That was how she had come to think of herself. It had been what the girls back in high school had called her. Well, not the nanny part. But oh how they had mocked her chest.

Megan frowned, remembering Thomas’ nose. Well, if it worked on a nose…

“I wish I had large, magnificent breasts!” she said, waving her wand at the mirror.

The wand glowed. Her nipples tingled. Her breasts swelled to press painfully against flimsy bra.

“God, I wish I had taken this off!” she said, and her bra appeared crumpled up in the corner of her room.

She sighed and giggled as her new rack threatened to pop buttons off her formerly loose-fitting blouse.

“I wish my shirt fit!” she said, tapping the blouse, and it tailored itself in a glow of ethereal light.

She looked in the mirror again, awed. She lifted her left breast with the hand not holding the wand. It was real and magnificent. Well, THESE looked more like the boobs of an enchantress, she thought, remembering the description of Sindelia the Heretic in the last book she read. But it was hardly the outfit for magical breasts! Megan pictured the dress the witch had worn when she had stood atop her battlements calling down lightning. She closed her eyes, tapped the wand against her clothes and wished.

When she opened her eyes, green velvet hugged tightly to her magical boobs, but only about a third of them. Bare pale flesh emerged from the sides and the front opened to graze her areolas as the opening plunged to beneath her navel. The green fabric hugged her waist and ass as well, but slits in the side of the skirt exposed her hips and the sides of her legs.

“Dumpy” her high school tormentors said in her head, but with a wish her legs were lusciously sculpted.

She looked up at the mirror and pointed to her head.

“Long and thick and lustrous!” she commanded her hair. The wand glowed and the hair complied.

She wished for makeup and her eyes lips and cheekbones where painted with the high drama that only a powerful enchantress could pull off.

Megan giggled in a decidedly unwitchly manner. Then she took a dramatic pose before the mirror.

“Bow down, fools!” she exclaimed. “You are powerless before the magic might of Sindelia the Heretic!”

She cackled madly. Then she blushed furiously, remembering the sleeping children. What would Mrs. Crockett say if she came home and found her like this? She guessed she could just make her forget, like she had done to the children. Make her do all kinds of things, really…

But that was wrong, wasn’t it? She wasn’t even sure if it was ethical to make the kids forget like that. Or even do what she had done to her own body. Really, she had no idea where this power came from or how it worked. The responsible thing would be to put her body back and not use the thing again until she understood it better.

She sighed, knowing it was the right thing to do. But it was so fun! She wished she could just enjoy herself without her conscience and sense of morality always getting in the way.

A glowing stream of magical power leaped from the wand and struck Megan square in the forehead.