My New Apprentice

I got a knock on my door the other day. I open it and there’s a young woman standing there. She has violet hair, a red sweater, a camouflage dress, blue designer boots, and jewelry all over. As I’m staring at her in shock she starts talking.

“Hi,I’mEz,pleasedon’tturnmeintoanythingIwanttobeyourapprenticeand
haveyouteachmeallaboutmagicandcoolstuff!”

“What?”

“Look I’ve been following you around and watching you. I know you’re a witch with real powers and stuff, and like I have some powers of my own but they aren’t real powerful like yours and I really want you to teach me stuff, PLEASE!”

I stare at her for several minutes trying to figure out what I’m going to do. So I decide to let magic figure it out. I wave my hand at her and cast a light spell on her.

She grits her teeth and stiffens up as she feels the spell, her skin takes on the weave of cloth and she begins to turn pinkish, the tips of her hair ever flutter into lace patterns but soon that all fades and she’s standing there still human, and still horridly dressed.

“Please, (Huff) don’t (Huff) do that (Huff). I want to learn to be a witch not a bra!”

“Well that was your first test and you passed it. I’m not going to waste my valuable time on someone who can’t even fight off my weakest spell. How long have you been able to channel magic?”

“Most of my life I think, but only the last few years have I actually been able to use it right.” She holds up her hand and shows me a ring with a large green jewel on it. I could sense that the jewel was looking at me. “This is my last boyfriend, I caught him cheating on me, and here’s the bitch he was with.” She points at a human shaped earring.

I could tell that she hadn’t actually turned them into these baubles, she had merely trapped them inside of them. Still impressive for someone so young. “So you want to be my Apprentice? Then follow me.”

We walk into my house. She looks every which way taking in all the décor the statuettes, the rugs, and furniture. It’s not all transformed people but much of it is. I’m actually not very good at making people into furniture or stone myself. I can never get the pose or design right, but I know a gal at the local flee market, and she does wonders.

We walk into my bedroom. I open the closet, and I show her the contents of a drawer. I hold up the two bras and the three sets of panties each one from a different era of style. “These used to be my Apprentices, but each one never lived up to my expectations. I still wear them on occasion. I especially like this one. She was so cute!”

The new girl looked at them silently with her eyes wide.

“That’s the cost of trying and failing. Still want to be my apprentice?”

She stared at me and back at the skivvies I held in my hand, she swallowed closed her eyes and answered. “Yes!”

I snapped my fingers and she drifted to the floor as a nice comfortable purple bra. “Well, Ez, then this is your second test. Undo that spell, or you stay like that.” I hold up a pair of panties and one of the other bras “These two never managed even that.” I put my old apprentices back and then change my mind, I pull out my two favorites and put them on. They may be failures but I still love the way they fit.