You ask her

After a bit of mindless pleasantries, you aren’t even really sure what to say, so you just ask, “So what exactly happened yesterday?”

She smiles, blushes a bit, and kinda lifts her arms a bit then lowers them, “I don’t know, I just had to fuck him. You know how it is.”

“You fucked him? Fucked who?” You ask, mouth remaining open a bit.

She smiles playfully, “This guy, this cute nervous kinda chunky guy. He came in shopping for a dress for some kind of bet or something, then started talking about a witch, and magic, we started talking, I showed him my cock, he admitted he had never seen a girl with a cock, and that mine was the biggest cock he had ever seen, and I don’t know, I let him touch it, he kissed it, and ya, I fucked him.”

“Wow, really, then what?”

“Well, you know, I called you, you came in and covered the rest of my shift and I took him back to my place and we fucked all night. God, he was so tight, it was great.” She laughs a bit, “Funny thing, he was amazing with his mouth, took it up his ass with gusto, but didn’t really seem to have a clue what to do with his cock. He was like totally a girl in a fat guys body. It was cute.”

“Really, wow, so where is he now?”

“I don’t know. He said he had a long drive to get home, I guess he was from out of town, then left yesterday afternoon. Weird though, it was almost like he thought something would magically happen in the morning, or overnight or something because I got the idea he thought he wouldn’t be there anymore and he seemed confused. I don’t know. My gut said it was some kind of homophobic regret or something. I don’t know, probably not, he was super sweet. In the end I gave him my number and told him to call next time he was in town.”

“Wow. That’s, um, quite the thing. I gotta use the bathroom.” By the time you get into the bathroom your right hand is shaking. You look at your new sexy self and ask, “So now what? If she wanted to turn back, why didn’t we?” You shake your head, the concert, it is at the end of the month here, that could be why, but why did the magic take you here? Oh shit, unless the magic took you here earlier, it’s not like you ever really looked at women’s clothing stores before, maybe the magic sent you to this mall much earlier. Like right after talking to the witch, or the costume shop, or… your mind races. You grip the counter staring at yourself. “So now what? Wait it out till the concert, or try to figure it out now?” You ask yourself.