You choose the slavegirl outfit

"Now... which costume will you pick?" She asks. You reach out and take the harem **** costume and pull it from the rack heading to the changing room to put it on. As your step out you feel ridiculous, "This looks stupid on me. I'm far too large for a costume meant for a woman." You protest.

But the witch waves her hand again, and responds "No, no my dear, it's a perfect fit."

You shudder and quake as her magic begins to transform you into a woman matching the character of the **** girl outfit. You look down as the spell takes effect seeing your body becoming more slender, your muscles shrinking and giving way to curves and softer features, filling out the outfit perfectly!

A metallic collar and chain materialize around your neck, and the metal-rimmed bikini top and loose flowing translucent pantaloons sit snug on your newly formed body.

It isn't just physical changes though. Mentally you feel more… obedient and submissive. Your heart beats quicker as you realise that you are a slavegirl! You grab your new breasts to confirm your new reality. They are large, soft, rounded and very sensitive. Your nipples tingle and you feel an echoing tingle in your new loins.

As you gaze into the full-length mirror, the transformation becomes complete. Your broad shoulders and muscular arms have given way to a more slender, delicate frame. Your once-flat chest is now full and ample, the metal-rimmed bikini top struggling to contain your newfound assets. Your waist has narrowed, and your hips have widened, giving you an hourglass figure that is emphasized by the loose, flowing pantaloons.

Everything looks so much bigger too. No you are tiny! Less than five foot. And exotically sexy with large childish eyes!

As you gaze at your new reflection, you can hardly believe the transformation you've undergone. Your body is now that of a stunningly beautiful woman, with curves in all the right places. The harem **** outfit fits you perfectly, as if it was made just for you. The metallic collar around your neck glimmers in the dim light of the changing room, and the metal-rimmed bikini top struggles to contain your ample assets.

"Mistress-" you start then stop. You hadn't meant to call the witch mistress!

The witch raises an eyebrow at you, a smirk playing on her lips. "Oh? You're already feeling the effects of the costume. How... interesting." She steps closer to you, examining your new body with a critical eye. "You'll have to work on controlling that impulse if you don’t want to be trapped forever as **** girl. Now, go on. Get back to your friends. And remember, you have until midnight to return with the money."

As you leave the costume shop and step out onto the street, you can't believe the transformation you've undergone. Your body is now that of a stunningly beautiful woman, with curves in all the right places. The harem **** outfit fits you perfectly, as if it was made just for you.

The cool air outside sends shivers down your spine, causing your new body to react in ways you don't fully understand yet. You can feel the weight of the metallic collar around your neck and the jingling of the chain as you move. Your new chest bounces gently with each step, and you can't help but feel self-conscious about the attention it draws.

As you walk down the street, you can't help but notice the way people are looking at you. Men's eyes linger on your new body, and you feel a blush rise to your cheeks. You're not used to this kind of attention, and it makes you feel both excited and embarrassed. You make your way to the party, your mind racing with thoughts of how to raise the money before midnight.

As you arrive at the party, you're greeted by the sounds of laughter and music. Your friends are already inside, enjoying themselves, and you can't help but feel a pang of jealousy. You want to join them, but you know you can't until you've raised the money to pay off the witch. You start to mingle, trying to find a way to make some quick cash.

You walk into the crowd, your shirt new body attracting stares and whispers from the other guests. You feel out of place in your harem **** outfit, but you know that you need to find a way to make money quickly. As you make your way through the crowd, a man approaches you. He is tall and handsome, with piercing blue eyes and a charming smile. "Hello there, beautiful," he says, his gaze lingering on your new figure.

He takes your hand and leads you to the dance floor, where he begins to move rhythmically to the music. As you dance, you can't help but feel a thrill run through your body. You've never been this close to a man like this before, and you're not sure how to react. He leans in close, whispering in your ear, "You're so beautiful. I have to have you."

His words catch you off guard, and you feel a shiver run down your spine. You're not sure how to respond, but the costume's influence is strong. You feel a sudden urge to be submissive, to please this man. He takes your hand and leads you to a quieter part of the room, where it's just the two of you. He pulls you close, his arms wrapped around your waist as he kisses you passionately.

You respond to his kiss, your body betraying your newfound desires. You feel his hands exploring your body, and you can't help but let out a soft moan. The harem **** outfit, with its revealing nature, seems to encourage this behavior. He pulls away, his gaze intense. "I want you," he says, his voice low and husky. "I'll pay you for your time."

"A thousand dollars. Cash. And we are done by eleven… master…" you say.

As the words leave your lips, you can't believe what you're proposing. You've never sold yourself like this before, but the harem **** outfit has taken over your thoughts and desires. You feel powerless to resist its influence. The man's eyes light up at the offer. "Done," he says, pulling out a wad of cash.

He counts out ten crisp hundred-dollar bills, his fingers brushing against yours as he hands you the money. You feel a shiver run down your spine at his touch, your body betraying your newfound desires. You follow him to a quiet corner of the room, your heart pounding in your chest. You can't believe what you're about to do, but the harem **** outfit has taken over your thoughts and desires.

As you follow the man to a secluded corner, you can't help but feel a mix of excitement and guilt. You've never done anything like this before, but the costume's influence is overwhelming. Your mind races with thoughts of the money you'll earn, and how it will bring you one step closer to breaking the curse. The man leads you to a plush couch, where he sits down and pats the seat next to him.

You hesitantly sit down next to him, your heart pounding in your chest. He turns to face you, his eyes filled with desire. He leans in to kiss you, and you can't help but respond. His hands begin to explore your body, and you feel a shiver run down your spine. The harem **** outfit, with its revealing nature, seems to encourage this behavior.

He starts to remove your outfit, his fingers tracing along the metallic collar and chain, the metal-rimmed bikini top, and the loose flowing translucent pantaloons. You feel a mix of excitement and vulnerability as he undresses you, your body reacting to his touch. The cool air of the room sends shivers down your spine, your breasts bare and exposed.

As he removes the final piece of your harem **** outfit, you can't help but feel a sense of exposure. You're completely naked now, except for the metallic collar and chain that still cling to your neck. The man's gaze lingers on your body, taking in every inch of your exposed flesh. You feel a shiver run down your spine as he leans in to kiss you again, his hands exploring your body with a newfound hunger.

Your nipples are proud and erect, as is your clit!

As the man continues to explore your body, you can feel yourself becoming more and more aroused. The harem **** outfit has completely taken over your thoughts and desires, and you find yourself powerless to resist its influence. The man's touch feels electric, and you can't help but moan with pleasure as he touches you in all the right places. As the night wears on, you lose track of time.

The music and laughter from the party fade into the background as you become consumed by your desires. The man's hands and mouth are everywhere, and you find yourself responding in kind. You've never felt this way before, and it's both exhilarating and terrifying. But as the night wears on, you realize that you've lost track of time.

You look at the clock, it's 11:55 PM. You have to leave now or you won't make it to the witch on time. You quickly get dressed, your heart pounding in your chest.

As you hurry out of the room and towards the door, you can hear the sounds of the party fading behind you. You can't believe what just happened, but you know that you need to get back to the witch before it's too late. You run through the streets, your heart pounding in your chest.

The costume's influence is strong, pushing you to hurry and not think about the consequences of your actions. You can feel the cool night air on your naked skin, the metallic collar and chain around your neck jingling as you run.

You arrive at the costume shop with moments to spare and place the money on the counter before the witch.

"Thank you," she says, smiling. "Your transformation has been quite a success. Now, let's see if we can reverse it." She reaches into a cauldron and pulls out a vial filled with a strange green liquid. "Drink this," she instructs.

You take the vial from her and gulp down the foul-tasting liquid. Instantly, you feel a warmth spreading through your body, as if it's trying to push the harem **** outfit's influence out.

The witch watches as you drink the potion, her eyes fixed on yours. "This should help reverse the effects of the harem **** outfit," she says, her voice soft but firm. "But remember, the longer you wear it, the harder it will be to break free."

As you finish the potion and hand the vial back to the witch, you feel a sense of relief wash over you. The warmth from the potion spreads through your body, fighting against the lingering influence of the harem **** outfit.

But you remain a slavegirl. "Wait… you didn't have sex, did you?" The witch asks. "If you did you are stuck like that!"

You shake your head, trying to clear it. "No, I didn't... I mean, I tried to, but I couldn't go through with it. I just couldn't do it." Your voice is trembling, and you can feel the tears welling up in your eyes.

The witch nods, her expression softening. "I understand. It's not easy to resist the allure of the harem **** outfit. But remember, if you ever find yourself in that situation again, don't give in."

He warning seems a little late…

The end