She can't find anything of use

Helen had spent the last hour flicking through the spellbook, her frustration growing. There were so few spells she could understand, and any she could decipher didn't seem helpful.

She was now also being barraged by a range of concerns bubbling up from Maisie's subconscious. She was worried about what her mum would say about her staying over at a friend's. She couldn't face being shouted at, especially not first thing in the morning. Then there was the fact she had to go to college today or risk her attendance. Not that it mattered, Maisie's grades were so poor it would be a miracle if she passed her exams.

"Come on Maisie, we can sort this out, you're not a lost cause," Helen sighed, trying her best to suppress Maisie's anxieties. It was apparent that she wasn't going to find any magic that might help, for the moment anyway. "I guess I'll just do my best as her."

Helen quietly left the office and crept back into the bedroom. Adam was still fast asleep, and Helen wanted to keep it that way. She silently retrieved a pair of leggings and a hoody from the wardrobe and pulled them on. The leggings were a little tight around Maisie's thicker thighs and backside, but they weren't too uncomfortable. Helen grabbed Maisie's bag and phone, slipped her feet into a pair of trainers and headed downstairs.

"I'll leave Adam a note," Helen said to herself, rummaging through the kitchen drawers until she found a pad of paper and a pen. She quickly scribbled a note explaining that she was heading out for the day as Maisie, and left it on the table in the hallway.

"Ok, off we go," Helen said, leaving the house into the dawn light.

It was still quite dark outside, and Helen hoped she'd be able to make it to Maisie's house without drawing too much attention to herself. She searched Maisie's mind for where she lived and was pleased to discover that she was only about a ten-minute walk away.

Helen set off down the street, her thoughts whirling. She had temporarily abandoned her own life to try and help this girl, and she had no idea how she was going to go about it. Maisie wasn't even aware of what Helen was doing, that was something else Helen would have to deal with. But not yet.

Helen walked on and was soon entering the high street where Maisie lived. It was a slightly rundown area, and Helen was glad no-one seemed to be up and about. She quickly spotted the charity shop that Maisie and her mum lived above, and approached it.

The entrance to the flat was round the back of the shop, and Helen soon found the door that led upstairs. It looked pretty scruffy, with a dirty window, and a peeling, faded blue paint job.

"Home sweet home," Helen muttered, letting herself in.

Inside was no better, with a grim, narrow hallway with a threadbare carpet and a set of stairs. Helen crept up the stairs, trying her best not to disturb the silence, and reached the first floor. The door to the flat was wide open, and the sound of a television blaring greeted her. She entered the living room and saw a woman asleep on a couch, a nearly empty bottle of gin beside her.

Helen wrinkled her nose. The air smelled strongly of **** and cigarettes. Dirty clothes were strewn across the floor, and the curtains were closed, casting the room in gloom. The walls were covered in drab, patterned wallpaper, and the furniture looked old and tatty. Helen didn't want to be here any longer than she needed to.

Stealthily, Helen made her way across the room, avoiding the bottles and rubbish on the floor. She reached the hallway and crept into Maisie's bedroom.

The room was tiny, but much tidier than the living room. A bed was pushed against the far wall, with a chest of drawers next to it. A wardrobe was positioned in the corner, and a small, cluttered desk took up another wall. Helen noticed a rucksack in the corner of the room, which she assumed was Maisie's college bag.

Helen went over to the chest of drawers and opened the top one. Maisie's underwear was definitely on the small side, the lacy thongs and bras a lot skimpier than Helen would have chosen for herself. She pulled out a matching set of lacy, black underwear, and began to undress. She tugged her current outfit off and tossed it aside, and then put on the new underwear.

Helen gasped as she caught sight of herself in the mirror. She had thought Maisie's tits were good, but the black, lacy bra pushed her tits together and up, giving her a serious cleavage. The thong was also a good choice, the black fabric disappearing between her plump ass cheeks.

"This would get Adam going," Helen said, grinning at herself.

Satisfied, Helen moved to the wardrobe and started rifling through the contents. She found herself wanting to show off Maisie's figure, and so decided on a pair of bicycle shorts and a cropped sweatshirt. The shorts were very tight and left nothing to the imagination. Helen giggled as she turned to inspect her arse, seeing the outline of the thong and the way her buttocks curved enticingly.

The sweatshirt was also pretty revealing. Though it was oversized, it barely reached her midriff, and whenever she raised her arms it showed her toned belly.

"I can see why Maisie likes showing off her body," Helen giggled, posing in front of the mirror. "She's got an amazing figure."

Helen quickly applied some makeup, keeping it subtle, and then picked out a pair of Maisie's own trainers.

"That'll do," she said, checking her reflection one last time.

Satisfied, she picked up her phone and rucksack, and quietly left the bedroom. She glanced into the living room and saw Maisie's mum was still asleep, her loud snores filling the air. She silently made her way down the stairs and back outside.

"Phew, I'm glad that's over," Helen said, stretching her arms above her head. "Now I've got to get to college for the first time in five years!"