Stiff Competition

I’m not the only witch out there. There’s quite a few of us, we just like to keep a low profile. We may be powerful but were not omnipotent. Some of the people they burned so many centuries ago actually were witches.

Anyway we still are fairly rare so it’s a bit of a surprise when I run into the work of a sister of magic. I’m walking around the clothing section of Neiman Marcus at Lenox Square when I overhear a manager complaining about one of her workers. Apparently the girl behind the counter had just disappeared and her lunch break wasn’t for another half hour. I pay little attention and continue to check out the racks looking for new ideas. When I look up and see that one of the mannequins has a nametag. I look closer and realize that this is the missing clerk. I can sense her panic and surprise at being turned into a mannequin. I tweak her hard nipples and pat her plastic ass and walk on. I soon realize that many of the mannequins in this store were once living people. Someone had been busy.

They had not all been changed at the same time. Some had been standing there for years. Now I’m familiar with the magic styles of most of the local witches around here but this was new to me. The Clerk had just been changed so there was a good chance that the one who did this was still around.

I wander through Macy's and Bloomingdale's and find more living mannequins. Whoever is doing this is good I'll give then that. I wander into the back store rooms of Bloomingdale's and find one of the living mannequins stripped bare and leaning in a corner.

I feel out the edges of the spell imprisoning her and tug at it. Soon I find the weak spot and I'm able to peal it away changing her back to a living person. She falls to the ground limp and gasping, eyes tightly shut enjoying air and the ability to close her own eyes for the first time in years. She slowly gets up. She's nude and rather attractive. She stumbles to me and hugs me tight using me as support.

"Th' Thank you, thank you so much, its been so long, I thought I would be like that forever."

"There, there sugar, it's over. Now who did this to you?" I asked her as I stroked her hair.

"Some woman, I never saw her before, but she just waved her hand, and, and…"

"What did she look like?"

"Redhead, tall, long ponytail with a patch over one eye, she just waved at me and…"

She looked up in time to see me wave my hand at her and turn her into nice blouse. I knew I wouldn't get much more out of her and she was staining my current blouse with tears. I quickly changed outfits and left the storeroom.

I walked out to my car. A tall redhead with only one eye, I hadn't heard of her before. And with talent like she has she must have been around for a while. Also it's not like she hasn't been here before. I'll have to keep an eye out for her. Meeting her could be very interesting.