When ya gotta go…

The sheer volume of liquid that fills the toilet is rather remarkable. You have another good cry as you sit there, but once you are nice and empty, plus looking at the glowing green lube and cum swirling mess in the toilet, your mood brightens. “So the witch just turned me into someone else. Not what I was expecting. I wonder if Sarah made a similar wish and is me.” Your top is filthy so you toss it on the rest of your cum stained clothing. “Better go find a new outfit.”

With the mall closed and the exterior door locked, you walk around the store nude till you find some things to wear. You start with another mesh like oh so soft bikini, this time light blue. You feel drawn to the idea of wearing a skirt so pick through them till you find just the right outfit, a colorful midi skirt and white knit belly revealing short sleeve top. 6” block heel sandals finish the look. Satisfied, you grab the satchel like purse, the set of keys that must be yours, and head for the back door.

As your hand reaches for the door, something dawns on you, none of your belongings were anywhere to be seen. “The fuck.” You head back and search the store. Nothing. No trace of your former self. “Weird, maybe I was right and the former Sarah is now me and has all of my stuff. Fuck, I bet she saw a super cute girl and wished she could fuck her or something and the witch just swapped us.” But if that is true, where to spend the night? You look at the bag on your arm. Never did look inside.

You set it on the desk and open it up. You find all sorts of stuff that is interesting, but unremarkable, such as your IPhone, plus a few more interesting items that you somehow instantly recognize. A small camera in a protective pocket, a Leica D-Lux 7. In another concealed pocket you find a snub nose 5 shot .357 mag revolver, with a little plastic strip holding 10 bullets. Last is a black wallet. In the wallet you find several credit cards, a concealed carry permit, about a hundred in cash, and few id’s. It would seem you are indeed Sarah Pino, 5’6” 115 lbs, blonde hair, brown eyes, 23 years old, and a Sagittarius. You also have an address, which is a bit odd, as it says you live in Seattle, but you aren’t anywhere near there, are you? Suddenly another image, of a cute little apartment over a flower shop pops in your head. “Wait, why can’t I remember where I live?” You calm yourself. “Okay, if I’m her and she’s me, maybe the magic is blocking that so we don’t ruin each other’s lives. This is weird, but I guess that would make sense.” You grab the keys. Sure enough there is a key fob for a Subaru and a house key. “Okay, let’s go find my car I guess.” You pause, “Wait, if I’m not at home, when’s the concert?” You grab the phone, it unlocks at a glance, and you look up the concert. “Let’s see. Here, Seattle, Washington, November 30th. A month away.” You stand there stunned. “Okay. I’m okay. A month as a girl. No problem, right, if she’s me, maybe her wish was just going to take longer, can’t all be about me right? I need to be considerate. Don’t panic. No big deal. Okay. I need vodka. No, no bars, just sleep, I should just go home.” A glance down, “I am looking pretty cute. One drink, just to settle my nerves.” You shake your head, “No, sleep, I just need to go get some sleep.”