The Magic Dress

"Oh...my...god!" said Hillary to the dressmaker. "I like ordered this dress a month ago, and you said it would be ready by today!"

"But Ma'am," said the lady dressmaker.

"Don't 'ma'am' me! I'm younger than you are! Now why isn't it finished?!"

"My sister became ill, and I had to go back to Lousiana to care for her."

"You promised me today!"

"It'll be ready in an hour, miss."

"And I expect a discount! Hmph!" Hillary left.

Trixi LeRoux glared after the actress ass she huffed her way out the door. She went back and finished the last seam on teh dress then did some ancient bayou voodoo over the dress she had learned from her grandmother's old spell book her sister gave to her after her trip to south Louisiana.

Hillary came back and haggled a 15% discount. She went to put on the dress. After she stripped off her jeans and t-shirt, she did not notice some powder get blown in through a crack on the door. The powder landed on her bra and panties. She put on the dress and left. She waited for an Uber and the spell took place.

Hillary gasped. The bottom of her dress was in two pieces, and the top was gone. She saw paparazzi several yards away.

Peeking around the corner, Trixie laughed. "Wait until the powder on your underwear starts working."