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Scarlett yawned as she woke, stretching on her enormous red bed, consuming as much of it as she could. Her sheets slipped from her, revealing black silky nightwear that clung to her voluptuous curves. It was a beautiful morning until she realised that, as much as she liked it, she didn't own anything like this nightwear.

She leapt out of bed and looked down at the clothes she had discarded last night - the short skirt and t-shirt lay crumpled where she had left them. She looked up at her wardrobe and opened it, relieved to see all of her clothes hanging as normal, unaffected by the cursed candy. Countless black leather and fabric garments hung without any meaningful order at her disposal.

She tried putting on a new outfit - a black, leather corset dress with black hipster panties. She stepped back, waiting for a change, but none came - perhaps her clothes were revealing enough already. She prepared for her day of errands, followed by more obligatory curse-countering sex by applying her thick signature makeup and eating some breakfast.

Deciding that, after last night, she wanted to enjoy some extra height today, before she left, she paired her outfit with a leather jacket and her favourite black boots, with a 4-inch block heel with thick 1-inch platform. It was then that the curse struck and the skirt receded up her thigh and her jacket vanished from around her.

She screamed, punched the wall and in her rage accidentally fired a fireball at her clothes from last night. The smell of smoke pulled her out of her rage and she quickly ran to put out the fire on her floor.

Scarlett figured that she deserved a little extra indulgence in her otherwise usual weekly shop to compensate her for her irritating day yesterday. She stood in the ice cream section, staring at the options as her phone rang.

"What is it, Seth?"

The whole store could hear Seth's voice on loud speaker. "Just checking in with you, did you have any luck last night?"

"Yup. Fixed it all. Back to normal, thanks." Scarlett didn't know why she chose to lie, although it probably had something to do with how embarrassing it's been for the small dominatrix -- whose personality thrived on controlling others -- to be thrown about by silly sex magic for the last day.

"So no more revealing moments?"

Scarlett let out a gasp as her corset tightened around her and her top lowered from neck to the top of her bust. She looked around to see if anyone had seen. "Fuck you, fine! Don't say it again. I'm still working on it, and you've just set me back yet another orgasm."

Seth just laughed down the phone. "Sorry darling. Let me know if I can help."

"Don't patronise me or I'll ram one of those damn candies down your throat next time I see you."

She hung up on him and returned to the ice creams.

"Chocolate." She decided.

"Hi!"

Scarlett jumped at the sound of the young woman's voice from immediately behind her. She said, inquisitively, despite being on her back foot. "I know you. But where?" Pacing confidently on her heels, she squinted and recognised the girl's face, "Ah! You're the girl with the ass! From the club!"

The girl looked frustrated. "Yes. I don't know who you are or how you did it, but you made my night hell. I was grinding on guys, and, well you know what happened to me later."

Scarlett pretended to not know what she was talking about.

The girl, more frustrated, clarified for her, "I was a fucking sex doll, dragged around in the club until management threw me out into an industrial bin. I lay stuck in the cold bin outside until sunrise. Dripping." She looked disgusted.

Scarlett yawned started walking away, "get out of my face or I'll do it again."

The girl called out after her: "You know, you shouldn't have your phone on loudspeaker in public."

Scarlett kept walking.

"You might be revealing your secrets to the wrong people."

Scarlett let out even more air as her corset tightened, her boots shrank down her legs to ankle boots and her top shrank all the way to the top of her breasts, the corset squeezing them up on display. She froze in her path, almost literally with fire in her eyes as she turned to face the girl smiling back at her smugly, arms crossed.

"It didn't take long to find you."

Scarlett started marching back towards her.

"Stop!"

Scarlett stopped, and growled under her breath as she considered her options. Clearly the girl knew about her predicament. Fucking Seth... "What's to stop me from turning you into a human dildo and using you all day every day?"

The girl gulped, the confidence draining from her voice, "you can do that?" She steadied herself, "I mean, I live streamed this whole conversation to my friends so if anything happens to--"

Scarlett spotted the phone resting on the shelf and blasted it into a million shards with one fireball. She started storming towards the girl. "Maybe I should show them what I can do to people who test me." She reached out her hand to make another enchantment as the girl pieced together her predicament.

Aware of how by how much she'd underestimated the power of the witch, the girl started to step backwards in fear. She only had one move left in her arsenal - she started to tell "revealing" as many times as possible as she ran away. She got in seven while she ran until she felt the sensation of a tennis ball hitting her back, knocking her forward. "Mmm!" She tried to scream through a mouth that ceased to have an opening as she ran.

Meanwhile, Scarlett's outfit was still re-arranging. Satisfied that she'd shut the girl up for the moment she scrabbled at her outfit to stop it disintegrating entirely. The skirt retreated into the corset, which in turn shrank to reveal her breasts. Meanwhile, the platform of her shoes melted away before they turned into stiletto sandals and disappeared altogether, leaving her barefoot in the store. Scarlett mentally begged it to stop, but the corset continued to shrink until it disappeared, leaving her in nothing but black panties. Not only was she nude in a grocery store, but her plan to be rid of the curse had been set back by days.

Running barefoot was useless, so she screamed in frustration and popped out of existence for a second, letting the ice cream drop to the floor of the empty store.