Questions and Answers

At his command my body softened and my posture fell into my usual slouch before I scrambled off the stool and into the corner. He hadn't removed the taser from my hand, so it buzzed in threat as I jabbed it at him like a fencer. For all the good it seemed to be doing, the man visibly stopped himself from rolling those golden eyes.

Rookwood sighed and tutted in disappointment. "Really, Molly?" He snapped his fingers.

The buzzing shifted. I glanced down. "Eaghh!" I dropped the well-lubed dildo from my hand and watched it flop on the ground as it continued to vibrate.

I swallowed and wiped the —cherry scented?—lube off of my hand onto my skirt. It tingled pleasantly on the skin of my clenched fist.

"Okay. Okay, okay, okay." I scrunched my eyes shut and smacked my cheeks a few times. When I opened my eyes Rookwood and the dildo were still smirking and buzzing at me, respectively. "Okay. Magic or something sufficiently advanced is real." That or I'm having one of those dreams again. "What do you want from me?" I was proud of how little my voice trembled. From the fear and only the fear! Obviously.

Rookwood's smirk returned, upper lip lifting enough to reveal a single shiny fang. "I already told you, Molly. I want what we both want deep inside." He purred as his hand laid flat on his sternum. "You a devoted **** to me, your loving Master."

I gulped. "Tempting." Phew, managed the sarcasm this time! "And if I say no? Do I get to go back to my life or w-will you **** things?" My voice wavered.

"You'd like that wouldn't you?" He chuckled at my face going an even brighter red. "No, no, I want you to kneel before me willingly and put your collar on yourself." At his words, a shiny red collar with a golden heart-shaped clasp appeared in his hand with a flourish as he swept into a bow. "So, my dear, what do you say?"

"W-why me?" I licked my lips and **** my eyes up from the collar to Ignatius. "Why did you choose me? Do you do this with every girl you meet?"

He laughed sheepishly and looked down and to the side as if he was embarrassed. "You're my first— I mean, the first." He cleared his throat and turned the charm back on. "You see, this..." He waved a hand at his sleekly muscular frame. "Is all new. I used to be a skinny ginger if you believe it. This is my second day with a magic wish granting— you know what? I'm going to leave that as a mystery for now!" He tapped his nose cheekily.

What!? "You can't leave me hanging like that! Magic wish granting what!?" I found myself nearly pressed into his chest with my hands on his abs and my face a foot away from his. We both blinked. Then I pushed away and scurried back into my corner, shoving thoughts of how good he smelled and how warm his body was into the mental box for later. "Ahem. Magic. Explain please."

The infuriatingly handsome man wagged a finger at me. "Answers to how I'm doing this will have to wait until after you've put that collar on."

I looked down to realize I was holding the piece of red material against my chest and flung it onto my desk like it'd bite me.

"However!" He raised an arm dramatically while the other tapped away at the flip phone. "I can give you a demonstration and a taste of what's to come when you join me."

In hindsight, the fact I didn't even think to protest his use of 'when' instead of 'if' was a bad sign. To be fair, I was quite distracted by the full-length mirror Ignatius conjured right in front of me, floating a few inches off the ground.

I was met by my own shocked and disheveled appearance. My blonde hair was everywhere and my turtleneck sweater and knee-length skirt were rumpled. Even what little makeup I'd bothered to put on today was smeared. I honestly looked like I'd just been fuc— Fell down the stairs! That's what I was gonna think and no one can prove otherwise.

My hands took the opportunity to straighten myself out while I raised an eyebrow to Ignatius as he peeked around the mirror at me with an excited grin. "The mirror's cool, don't get me wrong, but I don't see how..." I trailed off, eyes wide.

The man who'd started this cackled. "Mirror, mirror on the wall, make Molly the fairest of them all~" He sang.

I watched as the bags under my eyes vanished as if they had never been. My pasty skin tone smoothed into a light, even tan that exuded vitality and youth, without a single acne scar or other blemish. Messy bonde hair became a glossy mane that practically poured past my chin like a silvery waterfall.

The rest of me was similarly upgraded. I sucked in a full breath as fat melted away and muscles toned underneath my sweater that was itself changing to fit my new curves snugly. My breasts perked up and grew to strain against the heart-shaped cut out of my sweater. My bra had vanished along with my ruined panties, leaving my sensitive nipples free to stand at attention.

I was inordinately proud to say that my hips and ass were left nearly untouched by the magic mirror. The cute knee-length skirt I wore rose above mid thigh and my leggings became sheer stockings that left a band of tanned flesh bare between them. Even my shoes turned to cute versions of themselves.

"Well, what do you think?" Ignatius bounced a little on his heels as he swept towards me to wrap an arm around my bare shoulders. The turtleneck had melted away into a kind of halter top sweater thing, leaving my neck exposed and room for some kind of necklace or maybe a collar. I shivered at the thought and leaned into his warmth, instinctively breathing in his scent. Oh, I'm in trouble...

Then, as I shifted in place, a wet feeling made me remember something vital. I pulled away and my hand lashed out to swat him on his bare pectorals.

"Ow!? What was that for?" He protested mildly, rubbing the spot I'd hit him.

"You magic mirror deleted my favorite panties you asshole! Those things were expensive!" I stomped my foot and crossed my arms, hiding my sore fist.

"The mirror only did what you wished it to do! You look nice! Radiant!"

"Well, I...oh." I wilted sheepishly. "Sorry for hitting you." Why am I apologizing?

"Here." He tapped something on... I blinked and he was holding a fresh copy of lacy silken panties out to me.

I snatched them out of his loose grip and hid them away, face blazing red again. "Thanks, for the makeover and the, uh...yeah."

"You're welcome." Ignatius scratched the back of his head. "This really did not go at all how I was expecting it to." He huffed a laugh.

I couldn't help but let out a giggle at the situation. I blame emotional whiplash-induced insanity for what I did next.

With my hips swaying and arms crossed to enhance my new cleavage, I sauntered up to the man calling himself Ignatius Rookwood and batted my eyelashes with a grin. "You wanna start this whole thing over?" I stuck my hand out for him to shake. "Hi, I'm Molly Vance!"

He smiled and shook my hand before bending down to kiss it, eyes glinting in mischief and a more honest happiness. "It's a pleasure to meet you Miss Vance. I'm Ignatius Rookwood. Or Nate, as my friends call me." He gave me another smoldering smirk. "Maybe later, you can call me Master."

I found myself nodding, nearly falling into the golden pools of his eyes. "Y-yeah, later." I swallowed, mouth dry. "You...uh, wanna get dinner some time?" Oh, gods, what was I saying!?

Ignatius— Nate, held my hand in both of his and kissed me on the forehead again. "Nothing would make me happier." He purred. "Tomorrow night? I know a place."

I made an embarrassing noise as I nodded against his chest, drowning in his scent.

The chiming bell interrupted whatever nonsense was gonna come out of my mouth next.

"That's Mrs Gresham! You need to get out of here!" I began pushing the much taller man to the exit.

He let me, though not without complaint. "I could just—"

"No! You're not mind controlling her! She's a sweet old lady!"

Nate rolled his eyes and turned back to me when we reached the still open door. "She would barely notice!"

"I'd notice!"

"Fine, fine." He stepped into the alleyway, the sunlight hitting his hair making it glow like a flame.

"Wait! How will I contact you?"

"Just put the collar on when you're ready for me to pick you up. I'll know." He smiled and leaned down to press a quick kiss to the edge of my lips.

My jaw worked uselessly and my face tingled where he'd kissed me. With one last smirk and a wink, he vanished in a swirl of oddly heatless red flame.

Did that just happen?

"Molly dear, did you finish inventorying the cookbooks?" The voice of my boss snapped me out of my daze and I ran back to see the mirror still floating and the dildo still buzzing.

Well, this might be awkward to explain.

The silly smile felt like it wouldn't leave my face for anything.

I had a date!

AN: And that's where I'll leave things off for now! Gonna be a bit more of a slow-burn than I usually do. I'll continue this next time I get stuck on my other projects.