My Festival Uniform

Millicent pointed the wand at me and murmured, and then the tickling sensation I remembered from when Tara had used a wand on me began. I could my clothing re-stitching itself as the sensation moved over me. It moved quicker than I remembered, though, and was done in moments.

Bit snickered, and I knew that couldn’t be good. I walked to the mirror.

I clenched my teeth as I gazed at my reflection. It was not good. I was covered from neck to toe in tight, shiny latex...and nothing else. I looked like I had been dipped naked in black paint. I didn’t even have shoes.

“Are you serious?” I asked. “Look at me! I look naked! Do you really think the guys at this festival will be able to keep their hands off me looking like this?”

“No,” said Millicent, “I don’t.” Then she patted me on the ass.

I leaned forward slightly and giggled as Millicent’s hand cupped my bottom. Then my eyes widened.

“Hey!” I said.

Millicent smirked. “It’s your instinctive reaction to your ass being touched, Nicole,” she said. “At least for today.”

“But...but...!”

Millicent gave me a look through slightly narrowed eyes. “You really shouldn’t have targeted my hair with your silly spell,” she said, taking out another smaller wand, “and since I haven’t forgotten that, I’ve got a little something extra for your outfit.“

Uh oh. This couldn’t be good.

Millicent pointed the wand at me and murmured the trigger phrase. Nothing seemed to happen, however.

“Wait for it,” said Millicent, smiling broadly.