I've heard of being a to fashion, but this is just pushing it

It wasn't long before the hypnotic sign began to reap its bounty. Mina was sipping a hot cocoa and munching on a cannoli from the bakery next door when the doorbell jingled and a middle aged lady in a business suit strode into the shop with a confused expression on her face. The blonde woman had her hair in a tight bun and a pair of glasses perched on her nose as she looked around the little store as if she was unsure of what she was doing.

"Hi! How can I help you?" Mina asked sweetly, dropping her snack and leaning forward on the counter as she leered at the woman. The blonde failed to notice Mina salivating over her long legs and tight yoga waist, still busy scanning the shop as if it were an alien landscape. "I saw the, uh, sign, about the goth makeovers?" she seemed to ask herself more than Mina. "And I-I just don't know what came over me but I just thought I'd, um, pop in and see-"

"Oh yes, I can see you could really use one," Mina said flippantly, vaulting over the counter with practiced ease. Feeling unstoppable, she grabbed the woman's hand and dragged her deeper into the store. "I have just the thing for you!" The woman's feeble protests broke off as Mina pulled her into the tailoring department, where the sewing machines had been hard at work modifying her wares into something much more fun.

Mina had her stand on a short pedestal in front of a three-fold mirror and pretended to give her a critical eye as she admired the woman's toned thighs. "Hmmm, why don't you strip down so I can get better measurements," she instructed, and the woman blushed, shaking her head slowly as if in a daze. "I-I thought it was just a makeover," she protested. "Why would I need to get naked for that?"

Mina rolled her eyes. "It's not just makeup, sweetie," she said using the special tone of voice one reserves for particularly dense customers. "Your outfit is a complete disaster. The sexy secretary look is so overplayed," she lied. "You need a whole new wardrobe!"

The woman seemed to take offense at that and began to puff up indignantly, but Mina simply clapped her hands and dropped her into trance. "You want a full goth makeover. You will trust that I can give you what you need, even if you're not sure why." After snapping her fingers to wake the woman up, she reached over to one of the sewing benches and grabbed a cursed pair of panties. Holding up the lacy black garment in front of the woman's eyes, Mina began to speak softly as the woman's eyes locked onto the glowing spiral stitched across the crotch. "Don't you think you would feel so much nicer wearing these? Aren't they so pretty to look at?" The woman's face was still blushing as a dopey smile creeped across her lips. "So nice, so pretty," she echoed.

"Well you cant wear them if you're still wearing your old boring clothes," Mina pointed out. The woman started to protest again but with Mina's threads wrapped around her mind she didn't have the will to resist as she began unbuttoning her blouse. Mina grabbed her tape measure and set to work, enjoying the opportunity to feel up the woman as she took way more measurements than she possibly needed. The woman was too entranced to care as Mina wound the tape around her waist, then her breasts, then thighs and ass. Plugging in the numbers into her sewing machines, she let them get to work on adjusting an outfit to the woman's measurements before returning her attention back to her customer.

"We'll have you in something much more fashionable in just a moment," she promised as she knelt down and lifted the woman's bare legs one after the other, sliding the cursed panties up to snuggle against her crotch. The woman gasped as the underwear sent soft tingles into her cunt, and she stared adoringly at the reflection of them in the mirror. "T-they certainly are stylish," she agreed as she rubbed a hand against the front of them, looking a bit flustered as the curse wove its way into her mind. She gasped again as Mina's hand smacked her ass and she started to turn around, but Mina mollified her by saying, "I'm just checking to make sure this fits correctly. Just keep looking at the mirror and don't mind me." She was lying, of course. The woman did her best to hide her reactions at Mina's order, but she couldn't completely stifle her indignant squeals as Mina kneaded her ass. Watching her generous rear bounce and jiggle was entertainment enough while Mina waited for the modifications to finish up.

"Now we just need to dress you up!" Mina told her unwitting victim as she held up a low cut halter top with several artful tears in the fabric. The tight garment barely fit the woman's bountiful chest as Mina worked it onto her, but that had the benefit of squeezing her breasts together and holding them up without the need for a bra. Her tits threatened to drop out of the bottom of the little black and red number if she turned too quickly, which to Mina was hardly a downside. She paired it with a set of torn black daisy dukes over fishnet stockings that graciously flaunted the woman's glorious ass with each jiggling step she took in her new tall goth boots. By the time Mina was done touching up her makeup and fixing her red pigtailed wig in place, she had truly become the vision of a goth milf.

"This is amazing!" the woman gushed as she did a careful pirouette in her high heeled boots and admired her reflection. Her hands wouldn't stop running up and down her body the entire time, and her nipples were definitely poking through the little top. "We aim to please here at Gothic Glitz," Mina agreed, enjoying the woman's growing arousal becoming more and more obvious the longer she wore the cursed outfit.

The hypnotic effect of the clothing was only the tip of the iceberg. Embedded in the cloth was a curse that would make the wearer feel subservient to Mina, to desire being her puppet. As well, it would keep them aroused and feeling good as long as they wore it, and other clothing would feel boring and just plain un-fun in comparison. So of course that would compel them to wear (and buy) more of her outfits. And even that was only the beginning. Her experiments with cursing stuff so far had shown no limits to what she could do, aside from how much mental power it took. The energy from Abby alone had allowed her to turn her girlfriend into a remote control toy. What would she be capable of when dozens, hundreds of girls were tangled up in her threads?

"I can't believe this is all free!" the woman continued. Mina smirked at that. "Yes, the first one's always free. But I'm sure you'll find a few more outfits to buy before you take off," she teased as her hand rubbed against the woman's ample rear. The blonde giggled and leaned back into her touch. "That's for sure! I've never felt so good before! I don't know how to thank you!" Mina's grin broadened as her hand went lower and the woman began to openly grind on her fingertips. "Well, the traditional tip is a blowjob under the counter, but we don't want to mess up your lipstick now do we?" The woman's earlier **** had been completely stripped away by her cursed outfit as she giggled again and teetered unsteadily in the heavy boots over to the sewing bench, bending over provocatively and wiggling her rump at Mina. "No, ma'am!" she replied as she spread her legs and pulled down her daisy dukes just enough to expose her dripping cunt.

Thankfully Mina had the foresight to pack condoms in her purse today. It wouldn't do to send her customers off dripping cum from whatever hole she chose to fuck. She was a professional after all. "That's a good puppet," she crooned to her victim, unrolling one over her throbbing hardon. The woman shuddered happily at being called a puppet, the curse reinforcing her new position in life with pleasure. "My slutty goth doll," Mina continued as she rubbed her erection against the woman's opening to lube up. "My obedient little plaything. Dancing happily on the end of my strings." The woman convulsed happily as Mina thrust inside of her. "Yesss! Play with me!" she cried out, half in trance as her mistress's cock began to plow her. Mina wasn't gentle with her, looking to see how far down the rabbit's hole the curse had dragged the woman. As she thrust away into the older woman's cunt, her hands slapped and groped that amazing ass without remorse. She was definitely going to have a hard time sitting down for the rest of the day. Yet the woman didn't seem to care, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she rode her mistress to one orgasm after the other.

Even as the former business lady finally staggered outside, burdened with more merchandise than Mina normally sold in a week, a gaggle of college girls poured into the store, looking lost and confused as they stood there in their basic bitch leggings and jean jackets. Today was going to be a good day, Mina thought to herself as she clapped her hands and addressed the newcomers. "Welcome to Gothic Glitz! Are you ladies ready for your makeovers?"