Victims of Fashion

We're Back!!!

2007-07-03T11:32:00.001-07:00

Wow, Ez here, been a long time, huh? Well Maggie’s outta the big house and we’re on the lam!

Apparently the Hains dug up all sorts of dirt on Ms. M and it looked like she was going away for a long while. So she decided to break out. Easier said than done! The Hain’s have been working for the Government since the Civil War. They’ve been magic proofing all sorts of things. Government buildings, jails, prisons, cop’s badges, the works!! So Mags couldn’t just teleport out of the place, but she had a plan!

She seduced a guard in the jail, and one night the two of them snuck back into the laundry room. Well as soon as he had is anti magic badge off and tried to jam his tongue down her throat, WAMMY! Mags knocked him out and laid a few spells on him. Then she walked over to the laundry hamper and stood in it. If there’s one type of spell Mags knows its turning people into clothing. So Poof! Mags turned herself into a bra and waited for the laundry to be taken out. Fortunately this jail sends out for their laundry. I intercepted the van and dug Maggie out of the pile of clothing. No easy task by the way. A quick counter spell and she was back to normal.

She did grab a few other bits of clothing from the pile too. Other convicts that she promised to take with her when she escaped. She failed to mention that they would wind up in her panty drawer and not on the street, oh well.

The Guard? Well he, er she’s serving 15 to 25 in Mag’s place! He looks pretty good as a southern belle with a white stripe in her hair. A few vocal impairments have kept him from spoiling the plan. At least he should enjoy the shower in the women’s prison.

Anyway the big reason that I haven’t been able to keep up with these blogs was that for the last few weeks I’ve been packing up Mag’s stuff and selling her house. If she’s gonna be in prison she can’t also live in the same place! And to top that off once I got her we’ve gone on a little road trip. Mags has been cooped up for a couple of months she wants to get away from it all. She packed light, Maggie plans on picking up new clothing on the way.

So, we piled into my gremlin (with its wonderful hood ornament) and we’re off to see this wild open country. So keep a look out, maybe we’ll visit your town!

The Troubles with Terry

2007-04-20T17:42:00.000-07:00

Hi, its still me, Ez! Ms. M is still on the pokey. You might have heard about all the escapes from the local jail. Well I know where they are! Ms. M is wearing them!!

The lawyer says that we can get her out soon. That’s sorta a pitty as I like having the house all to myself. Me and Terry have been able to get in some nice make out sessons with her gone.

Yeah, Terry’s still a girl, you got a problem with that?!

I actually think I know how to turn him back but I haven’t told him yet. I’m not sure I want Terry back as a guy. Don’t get me wrong, I like Guys and all, but its more fun having him as a girl. He’s so much more fun to hang out with like that. I suppose I’ll turn him back eventualy. I could always “Fem” him again later.

You might be wondering how he got “Femed” in the first place. Well He and I went to this anime Con. As Conventions like this its common for people to dress up as characters from Japanese cartoons, and sometimes to do skits up on a stage. Well I convinced Terry that we should dress up as two characters from Naruto.

Naruto’s an anime about Ninjas. Different ninjas have different “Magical” abilites. The lead character, Naruto, does something called Sexy Ninjitsu where he breafly turns himself into a sexy chick to distract his enemies.

So anyway, the idea was that up on the stage Terry, dressed as Naruto, would perform a sexy ninjitsu live. Of course it was me casting the spell not him, but it looked great and people loved him or the rest of the con. Of course then I discovered that “Feming” a guy is a lot harder than “UnFeming” them. Who knew?

Could have been worse, he could have been dressed up as Optimus Prime!

Jail house suck!

2007-04-09T13:49:00.000-07:00

Hi! Ez here! Maggy hasn’t been able to post resently since she in jail right now. Yeah! Jail! You would think a witch as powerful as her wouldn’t have to worry about the fuzz but it turns out that their badges are all magic proofed and all. Who knew? Well Mags did.

We were shopping down town and when we came back to the car there was a cop checking it out. I figured that Mags had stumbled across another “Bargan” set of drawers but no, she suddenly goes all nice and polite with the cop.

He’s all like: “Is this your car ma’am?”

And she’s like: “Yes, is there a problem officer?”

I’m sitting there grinning waiting to see what she’ll do to the cop. I even mouth off a bit, but comeon! I didn’t know magic wouldn’t work on him. So he gets pissed off with me, and Mags threatens to turn me into a bra pernimant like if I don’t shut up. Next thing I know another cop car pulls up and Maggy’s being put in cuffs.

Turned out her car hadn’t had its license updated in 25 years or so, add on that it was stolen, and Mags hadn’t had a license either for 40+ years… Well shes in deep!

Anyway I try to go pay her bail but the judge said no way. Get this his last name is Hain!! Small fucking world huh?

I visit her in the Jail she’s got on that ugly ass orange jump suit tho I so notice a few nice accessories that were probably her holding cell mates. She gets me to write down a bunch of instructions to give to some lawer guy she knows.

So I head out in my car to some ratty part of town and go into this rundown building. Inside I find this office with a guy in it. Mean looking dude too! I tell him all about Magnolia’s problems and he’s all pissed off, but aperently he owes her or something.

So here I am picking up Maggs Blog for the interm. She’s weird about little details like that. So I guess I’ll be telling you all about the crap that’s going on in my life for a while.

Oh and Terry says hi!!

Finishing Buisness

2007-03-21T21:21:00.000-07:00

The Hains. They had no business on this side of the Mason-Dixon and they know it. That’s why I hadn’t warned Ez. The Hain Family and My Family were feuding. A regular Hatfield and McCoy shindig. Only with magic. And now Ez was caught in the middle of it.

She had been turned into the hood ornament and was now being driven around by a particularly disagreeable member of that family, and her boy friend, who is at present a member of the fairer sex is in the back of the car about to be gang raped.

I quickly got into my car and took off following Ez. I had a tracking spell on her. As I’ve said, it pays to keep track of apprentices! I followed them across town to a run down house in the middle of nowhere. The Hain boy had set it up as his own personal club house for his gang. I spent a moment studying it for magical traps. The Hains weren’t good magicians as such, but they were very adept in the use of magical items. There were several stone animals here and there around the property as well as a statue of a jogger who made the mistake of cutting through their yard.

I cast a few spells on myself to protect me and I got out of the car. The boy’s car with Ez on the hood was parked, badly, in front of the house. I could hear the sounds of young men hooting and cheering inside.

As I approached the car the ornament that was Ez flexed and pulled free of the hood, she walked across the metal over to me. Her chrome arms moved around casting a spell, and the chrome disappeared as she grew back into her normal self.

“That Muther Fucker!!” She growled.

I motioned to her. “Come on, lets get out of here.”

“What about Terry? He’s still in there!”

“Terry is not my problem. You are. Now let’s go!”

“Stuff that, I’m going in, that asshole is not going to get the drop on me again!” she turned around and stalked toward the house.

I grabbed her just before she stepped on the grass. “That boy is a member of the Hain family! And if he sees you again he’ll know you’re a magic user and he won’t use such a simple spell on you this time. You’ll be a trophy on his hood permanently!”

“Are you going to let them rape Terry?” Ez was on the verge of crying.

I stood there and thought back to the days of the war. Solders, in both blue and grey, wandering the country side doing whatever they pleased to any woman, young or old. I escaped only because of my family’s powers, but too many of my friends did not.

I squared my shoulders and glared at the house. “Stay here!”

I walked up the path and pointed at the front door. It became splinters. The gang of young men stared at me, silhouetted by the sun in the open door. Terry was nude and dancing on a table, her mind under the Hain boy’s control. Had it been a Hollywood movie I would have said something memorable. Instead I just started to cast spells.

The Hain boy held out the longest. He had good defenses, I’ll give him that, but not good enough. I led Terry out while dragging the boy to Ez. “Here, he’s yours. I took off all of his protection spells.”

Ez grabbed him by the chin and looked him in the face. “I am not FAT!” he then vanished, and was replaced by a tiny chromed woman in Ez’s hand. “How do you like it? You’ll look so nice on the hood of my car!” Ez then looked up at Terry. “Are you Ok?”

Terry was wobbly on her feet. The mind control would blur out the last few hours. (A good thing if you ask me, even thought the gang never got past “Foreplay”.) “Ah, I’m alright I think. Where did I get these clothes?”

I laid my hand on Terry’s shoulder. “You and Ez went shopping remember?” In fact all the clothing that she had been wearing had been cut off and ruined by the gang -- the same gang that she was now wearing. A fitting solution to the problem if you ask me.

I grabbed the new hood ornament from Ez, “May I?” I first made sure that the boy inside was aware and alive, I then cast a spell I save for special occasions. He would now be a hood ornament forever. No spell I knew of could ever undo that change.

I looked at Ez, “Are you sure you want to put this fine ornament onto your car? You could always take his car.”

“A Hummer 2? No way.” Ez Grinned “Besides, I think he, er she’ll look so much better on my Gremlin!”

I actually heard the hood ornament scream.

An Ugly Head Rears

2007-03-12T19:32:00.000-07:00

Sorry I missed a week I’ve been busy.

After the episode in the Coffee shop I decided to keep an eye on Ez and her “Friend”. I cast a scrying eye spell on her so that I could watch her if I wanted too. (I recommend that to anyone with an apprentice.) Mind you I don’t watch her at all times, but its still a good idea to keep tabs on up and coming spell casters.

She met up with her friend at the mall and spent the day shopping for clothing. Apparently her friend didn’t have many clothes fit for a young lady. By this time it was pretty clear that Ez had some how managed to turn her Boyfriend into a Girlfriend, and was not able to undo the spell yet. Further more she didn’t trust me enough to ask for help.

I’m not the mad spell thrower that everyone thinks I am, I do have self control. I don’t just turn anyone into clothing. Well not everyone. But I wouldn’t change Ez’s Beau into a set of undergarments just for the heck of it. Nor would I turn her back into a man. Ez made the mistake, and it’s up to her to fix it, or to learn to live with it.

I continued to watch them as the left the mall and wandered into the parking deck. Terry, Ez’s friend was still wining about having to wear “Girl Clothes”. Men are such babies!

Terry: Why not pants? Pants are good, girls wear pants too.

Ez: You look good in a skirt. You have nice legs. Show em off!

Terry: I don’t want nice legs. I want my scrawny hairy legs back.

Ez: And I’m working on that! At least your Frat isn’t bothering you any more.

Terry: No, I’m surprised they didn’t kick me out after you, you know.

Ez: They won’t, they don’t want me to turn them into something worse!

Terry: So, how much longer do you think we’ll all be girls? I mean, will it be more than a month? Cuz, Um, you know periods and all…

Ez: Oh, Grow up! And I’m not sure I’m changing anyone back other than you, and maybe not even. You are kinda cute like that.

Terry: Huh?

Ez: Wutza matter? Not into girls?

It was at this point things went sour. A group of young men stepped out of the shadows. Their apparent leader walked right up to the two.

Thug: Whoa, Girl on girl action! You’re making me hot!

Ez: Excuse me? Whoa pal you do not want to fuck with me!

Thug: Of course not, I’m not into fatties.

All of the rest of his pack laughed at that, and Ez turned a shade of red I didn’t know was possible.

Ez: Oh! OH! You are… You’re a dead man.

Thug: Shut up and sit down!

He shoved Ez onto the hood of a car and as she sat down on it he snapped his fingers. The scrying eye’s vision blurred as magic interfered with it. As it cleared I saw that Ez was no longer sitting on the hood. She was standing on it, leaning forward, with her arms swept back. She was also metal, chrome, and only 3 inches tall. She had been turned into a hood ornament.

Terry stood there gaping at the now inanimate Ez, the thug walked up to him and waved his hand in her face. Her eyes blanked and stared blindly forward.

Thug: Now, let’s get the cute one back to the house. She’s going to be fun. Aren’t you sweetie?

Terry: Yes

The Goons with Terry piled into the car with Ez on the hood and drove off.

I shut off the eye and sat back in my chair. This wasn’t good. I didn’t know the boy, but I was sure I knew what family he was from. With that nose and that grin, he was a Hain. I had to save Ez.

Coffee Shop Blues

2007-03-02T04:35:00.000-08:00

It was a nice cool afternoon in Atlanta. I love the south, it almost never snows. I hate snow. I really hate snow! HATE HATE HATE SNOW!

Um, sorry. Never mind that, it was a nice day out and I was walking with Ez downtown. She had been acting strange since her trip to the Japanese Cartoon Convention. I wondered if she had “Cowed” out while there, but that didn’t seem to be the case. That and there were the reports of other strange things happening there that I had heard on the news.

She was quiet as we walked around which in and of itself was odd. I was getting thirsty and Ez suggested we go to a Starbucks. I like coffee even though I had to get used to chicory as a young lady back during the war. I walked to the counter to order.

“One Coffee please.”

“What kind?” asked the bored looking guy behind the counter.

I looked up to see what flavors they had and felt my eyes cross at the number and names written there. “Uh… Look, just a coffee, its wet, hot, and bitter, please.”

“Tall, Grande, Venti?”

“What did you just call me?!” I decided to turn him into a coffee pot right there.

“She’ll have a tall Mochachino.” Blurted Ez.

He finished our order, charged a carpetbaggers price for it and handed us our drinks. I was still going to zap him later.

As we walked to a seat Ez froze and stared out the window at someone. It was a woman Ez’s age standing in the window beckoning to her. I pretended not to notice as Ez tried to get her to go away with poor hand signals. The girl in the window was ever worst dressed than Ez. Her entire wardrobe looked like she had stolen it from her boyfriend, men’s jeans, a tee shirt and a denim jacket.

“Um, I have to, er, go out and talk to someone. I’ll be right back.” Blurted Ez as she set her cup down and left the shop.

I watched the two walk out of view. Ez had a lot to learn. I closed my eyes and soon was able to look out of my apprentice’s eyes and hear through her ears. It was a spell I had cast on her a while back, it helped keep apprentices out of trouble, and keep them from plotting against you.

“I’m working on it! Look it’s not too bad. You’ll get used to it.” I heard and felt Ez say.

“Used to it?! I don’t wanna get used to this. Can’t you ask her or help? I only agreed because you said it would be temporary!” The other girl wined back.

“It will be temporary, and if I ask her for help you’re liable to wind up in her panty drawer. Besides we did win that prize.”

“Fuck the prize! Do you know how they’re treating me at the Frat? I’m lucky they haven’t raped me yet!”

“What?!! Those Filthy Muther F…”

“Hey, lady you ok?” I looked up with my real eyes and saw a Girl in the Shops uniform looking down at me with a worried look in her eyes.

“Yes, thank you sugar. I’m just, um, tired.” I picked up my drink and sipped it. It was dark before Ez returned. Her hair was even more messy than normal, her shirt was a little more ripped than before, and her mascara, was runny.

“Ahem, sorry that took so long, I uh, that was an old sorority sister of mine form collage she was having some trouble.” He sat down and gulped her now cold Caramel mochachino.

“It happens. What Sorority is she from?”

Ez stared down at her empty cup. “Er, Theta, Gamma, Omega.”

“Hmm, I don’t remember a Sorority with that name, though there is a Fraternity with those letters.”

“Not any more. I need a beer.”

We left and walked over to a near by bar. I didn’t ask any questions. I would find out soon enough. Besides its important not to give an apprentice too short a leash.

Home Alone

2007-02-22T12:24:00.000-08:00

For the first time in several weeks I had the house to myself. Ez was talking a little time off to visit with a friend of her’s. Although it was nice having someone else to clean the house, but it was also nice not having silly cartoons on at all hours.

I had just cooked up some coco and put my feet up with my favorite comfy blanket on my lap when I hear the doorbell. Scowling, I set down the mug of hot chocolate and dropped the blanket on to the ground (I could feel its disappointment).

As I opened the door I’m accosted by two vacant headed nit wits in boring out fits. The man, taller and in a dull grey suit, stood in back of a woman in a drab jacket and dress. They both grinned at me with glassy stares.

“Hello, we want to talk to you about our Lord” blurted the woman in and all too practiced manner.

I grinned at them. “Well come on in. I’d love to hear all about him!” I wanted them inside to make sure that they couldn’t get away and to insure privacy.

Now I quite frankly my thoughts on Religion are my own and not anyone else’s business. But I’ve been around long enough for me to be pretty set in my beliefs so I always resent anyone trying to force their ideas on me. I take particular pleasure in adding preachy so-and-sos to my collection. Believe what you want, just keep it to yourself.

As they sat down and started to blather about how they think I should see the world I started to consider what to turn them into. These two didn’t seem like the type I would want to have as underwear, and they were far too boring to use as regular clothing. My stocking drawer was already full of sockotologists, and I had more than enough Jehova’s belts, and I really don’t need any more born again purses.

I looked back at my coco and realized just what I needed! As they rambled on I spun the spell. Their consistent yapping made me almost miss Ez’s dumb cartoons, almost. As the spell finally locked in they suddenly were silent.

I leaned back in my chair, resettled the blanket, picked up my chocolate and enjoyed the silence as well as my two new warm and fuzzy bunny slippers.

To the Con

2007-02-07T23:55:00.000-08:00

Apprentices are a pain in the backside! Ez has been bouncing around the house the last few days since she found out that she can go to some Convention in Washington DC, Cat Sue Con or some such thing. Apparently it’s for all of those weird Japanese cartoons she watches.

I honestly don’t understand the fascination with giant monsters and robots, or school girls in sailor suits. Maybe as a witch my life is interesting enough that I don’t need to escape into fiction all the time. I hope that Ez grows out of it.

She’s planning to go there with her boyfriend that she thinks I don’t know about. I don’t disapprove of having any relationship but if he interferes with her training I’ll be wearing him! And possibly her too.

Anyway Ez wants to go to this Convention in Cozplay. I think that’s Japanese for looking like an idiot. She’s going to dress up as one or more characters from these cartoons. I’ve seen some of these cartoons and clowns dress better than most of these characters. I told her that as long as I never see her wearing it she can dress up as whatever stylistically brain damaged person she wants to.

Ez was worried that she couldn’t go as the “Cow” spell Circe put on her came back. It took her all week to get rid or it again. She had missed some spell strands the last time and the spell was able to grow back. That’s a nasty little trick Circe likes to play on magic users. I told Ez that a big hat, loose blouse, and a long dress as well as some heavy make up would hide all her bovine features, but she didn’t like that idea. So she’s human now, at least until the spell kicks back in again. It looks like she got it all this time, but I wouldn’t be surprised if parts of the spell come back and she gets a tail or hooves all of a sudden.

She might have a VERY interesting Convention.

Hot to Trot

2007-02-01T15:03:00.000-08:00

I have several hobbies aside from simply turning people into fashions for me to wear. I also like to go riding. There’s a friend of mine who owns a ranch not far outside of Atlanta. I like to visit him every so often. His name’s Wyatt Eurtion, though he often goes by other names.

I pulled up the drive to the ranch with Ez sitting next to me in the car. She was bored and upset, the batteries to her Eye pod thing had died and she was forced to listen to my music the whole ride. She looked around at the open fields with the same look of disdain that I use on her choice of outfits.

As I stepped out of my car and saw Wyatt walking over to us. Ez also stepped out made a point of covering her nose.

“Maggie! How’s my favorite Witch?” He came over and gave me a quick hug. “And who is this young lady?” He asked looking at Ez.

“This is Ezmeralda, my new apprentice. Ez, this is Wyatt.”

“Um, yeah, just call me Ez.” She didn’t make eye contact.

“So you’re here for some riding? Come right this way.” He opened the gate to the stable area and we followed him through.

As we walked toward the stables Ez stopped, “Look, I’m just gonna sit in the car, okay?”

I exchanged glances with Wyatt and then looked back at Ez. “And how exactly are you going to fit in the car like that?”

Ez looked puzzled “What?” she then looked down at herself. From the waist up she was the same, but below her belt she was now sported four hoofed horse’s legs. “Gah! What tha?! I’ve got a horse butt!”

“And a lovely one at that.” Wyatt clopped over to lay his hand on Ez’s shoulder. Wyatt had returned to his normal shape. He was a Centaur born and bred. He also had enough blood of the gods in him to be able to cast spells.

I walked along on my two legs running a hand along his flank. “So, Sugar, you got a ride for little old me?”

“Oh, yes, Ma’am! I got in some new ones just the other day.” He led us into the stable. Ez followed us but was having a bit of trouble with all her new legs. “Manuel, could you come here, Por favor?”

A young well-muscled Hispanic man set down a pitchfork and walked up to us. “Si?” He didn’t seem to notice anything strange about Wyatt or Ez.

“Manuel is still new here, so I haven’t lifted the illusion spell that covers the property for him yet. But I figure it’s time for him to get better acquainted with our little ranch.” Wyatt looked down at me. “Maggie, would you prefer a stallion or a mare?”

“Que?” asked the stable hand.

“Oh, a mare will be fine I prefer a peaceful ride.”

Wyatt looked down at the man before him. Wyatt’s magic is different than most people’s, but no less real. Manuel’s form blurred out as you would see in some movie, when a person is fooling with the focus. Then the blurred shape coalesced, tightened and sharpened into a gorgeous Latin Centaurita.

The reshaped ranch hand looked down at herself and stared in shock. She lifted a foreleg, twitched her tail and cupped her breasts. “Ay Caramba!" was all she said.

I caught Ez staring at the new Centaurette as well, only she was studying the twists and loops of the spell itself learning it for herself. Despite her attitude she was a good apprentice.

The afternoon was quite enjoyable. Manuel was out fitted with a saddle and bridal and I had a lot of fun riding her around. She kept quiet the whole time, obeying my commands and only occasionally checking out her new body. Wyatt said that she should make a great brood mare. Of course since it was his ranch he was the leading stud.

Ez also wound up having a good time. Wyatt offered her a small drink. Centaurs do love their booze. The fact that Ez is a cheap drunk didn’t help. She wound up running circles round the race track topless. I do hope Wyatt was a gentleman with her though, I don’t need her worrying about a foal as I’m trying to train her in the mystical arts.

Road Trip

2007-01-23T20:44:00.000-08:00

As I’ve said before, I’m not the only magic user around. We’re all over. I decided the other day that Ezmeralda, my new apprentice, should meet one of them.

A while back my good friend Circe borrowed some outfits from me, and I thought it was about time to get them back. I asked Ez to go and collect them. I gave her the keys to my car and activated the spell on it so that is would go right to Circe’s place regardless of location nor distance. I think she’s in New York right now. Ez gladly hoped into my red Corvair Convertible and peeled out of my driveway with her horrible music blaring out the windows.

Even with the magic it would take her a while to get there and back. It was morning now and she wouldn’t be back till night. So I had the whole day to myself.

I relaxed all morning and later in the afternoon I turned on my television to see the news. I know it’s just over hyped gossip, but I like gossip. No sooner had I changed the channel then I saw that there was a multi state high speed chase going on live. I like excitement, so I sat back to enjoy the show. It didn’t take me long to realize that the car being chased was mine.

Apparently the police had tried to pull over the car because its license plate had expired over 40 years ago. I knew I’d forgotten something. The driver in the car however had speed on refusing to stop. Considering that Ez was on her way back from Circe’s I had an idea why, but she had the roof up so I couldn’t confirm my suspicions.

The chase was impressive, all along interstate 95 outside of Richmond, Ez swerving this way and that, driving in the dirt to avoid road blocks, zooming into oncoming traffic. I hoped she knew that magic wouldn’t save her from a head on with a big rig. Finally Ez managed to find an open stretch of road and built up enough speed for the spell to take effect again and her car faded out. She would be home soon.

An hour later I hear the car pull into my driveway. The front door opens and I smirk as I see why Ez didn’t want to talk to the cops. Aside from the roll of clothing she carried under her arm she was totally nude. Her skin was very pale with dark splotches here and there. Her face was the same aside from much longer ears and small horns peaking out of her hair. Her legs were bent differently, and had hooves, and she had a long tail with a tuft of hair on its tip the same shade of purple as her hair. Her hands only had two thick fingers and a thumb each, and right under a new leather collar and bell she sported four rather impressive breasts, two on top two below.

“So, how was Circe?”

“Moo!” she said as she tossed the clothing at me and stomped down the hall to her room, her tail slashing the air behind her.

It should take her some time to undo that spell, I knew I could trust Circe to leave an impression on my apprentice. At least we’ll have fresh milk for a while now.

Ez's New Bling

2007-01-18T15:39:00.000-08:00

It had been a long day and I just turned on the radio to some nice jazz and took my shoes off to relax when Ez burst through the door. She was obviously excited, and was practically bouncing with energy. And with her figure it was all too easy to bounce. I was tempted to simply turn her into a lap blanket so I could ignore her, but instead I decided to listen to what she wanted to say.

“I did it! I did it!” She almost squealed.

“Did, what?” Not a blanket, soft slippers would be better.

“I finally managed to turn someone into something else! See?” she then posed for me. I looked at her outfit trying to find an indication of change. The phantom eyes that only magic can see, a mystic glow, or simply the shape of a person apparent in the item. But her out fit was so, Ahem, eclectic that I couldn’t recognize a thing.

Maybe a foot stool.

She then tapped her ears and the shook the bangles hanging from them. “See? I looked up that gang of bitchy girls that made my life suck in high school! Yeah, I was fat and had zits and actually got good grades but that was no reason for the five of them to treat me that way!”

I squinted at her ears and counted the ornaments hanging there. I got up to two. “I thought you said there were five of them.”

I could make her into a nice cup of tea.

“Oh, they’re here!” she said and then yanked up her shirt. Now I’m not adverse to the female body but I need to be in the mood so I was rather taken aback by the sight of her two oversized bosoms bobbing in front of me. “Nipple rings!”

And indeed there were two female shaped golden baubles hanging from her nipples. I’ve been around for a long time and seen a lot of things and I never understood the need to adorn some parts of the human body. I guess I’m just more into clothing than, well, pain.

It was interesting to note that Ez was developing an anthropomorphic style, that is the people she changes keep their basic human shape. It’s an interesting style but not very good for clothing. I’ve never used it myself.

“Well I still only count four, and I don’t see anything in your belly button.”

I could use a pillow right now.

She lowered her shirt and blushed a bit, ”Well the last one was the ring leader of the bunch and I, um, sorta put her lower.” She lightly touched her pants right between her legs. “Wanna see?”

“Um, no, that’s okay, I believe you.”

“Cool! Tomorrow I’m gonna find that dumb jock who got me to do all his homework for him and wouldn’t even speak to me in public.” She grabbed the television remote and turned on the set to one of her stupid cartoon shows. “Yeah I think I’ll turn him into a, YERP!”

I reached over and picked up the remote to turn off the talking milkshake. I then picked up the new massage roller that was surrounded by five pieces of woman shaped jewelry. I looked at Ez in her new form, the handle defiantly looked like her, with her head at one end and the twin rollers on either side of her feet. As I ran her up and down my legs and back I thought to myself that this might be a fun style to try out.

Our Little Secret

2007-01-10T14:54:00.000-08:00

I was sitting in my den, looking through the latest fashion magazines, when my apprentice came into the room and flopped down on the couch. “So,” I said, “you finally broke your spell, I see.”

“I don’t want to talk about it,” she said, not looking at me.

“And what’s your problem?”

“What’s my problem?” she spit out, this time meeting my eyes. “I’m hopeless, that’s my problem.”

“Hopeless?” I repeated. “How are you hopeless? That was a beautiful piece of magic you did there.”

“And who did I use it on?” she asked, still angry. “Me, that’s who? I’m surprised you didn’t just leave your spell lock in place and keep me in your closet forever. I don’t deserve to be your apprentice.” She flopped back on the couch and turned away again.

“Hey!” I told her, getting a little angry myself. “That’s my decision, not yours.” She didn’t seem impressed. “Besides, it’s not like you’re the first witch to get caught by her own spell, you know.”

“Oh, yeah?” she said without looking up. “I bet you’ve never done it.”

“Of course I have,” I said before I could stop myself.

That got her attention. She jumped up, staring at me with wide eyes. “Really? No way! When?”

Well, I’d already opened my big mouth. I figured I might as well insert the foot. “Okay, but you have to promise to keep this as our little secret.”

“Sure,” she said, making a “cross my heart” sign over her breast.

“It was a couple of years ago,” I started. “I was down at this new clothing store in the Peachtree Mall. I really hadn’t planned on using my magic on that trip, but that was before I saw this cute little thing shopping in the lingerie department. She was just so cute. I had to have her.”

“So, what happened,” Ez asked. She was literally sitting on the edge of the couch by now.

“Well, I missed. The girl was checking different gowns in front of a mirror. No one was paying her any attention, so I figured it was the perfect time to get her for myself. I fired up a spell to turn her into a bra and sent it her way. But just before it got there, she dropped one of the gowns and bent over to pick it up. The spell went right over her backside, hit the mirror and headed right back at me before I could stop it.”

“You turned yourself into a bra?”

“Worse,” I told her. “I turned myself into a bra in a lingerie store. I wasn’t on the floor for ten seconds before some industrious sales clerk came by and found me there. The next thing I know, I was on a hanger and on the rack with the real merchandise.”

“Oh my god!” Ez shouted. “Did you get bought?”

“I did,” I admitted, “and by the very girl that I was trying to change with that stupid spell.”

Ez’s jaw dropped. “How long were you stuck? Did she wear you?”

“Once,” I said. “That evening. The next day, I reversed my spell, and got the hell outta there.”

“You didn’t change her?”

“Nope.”

“Why not?”

I shrugged. “I’m not sure myself,” I admitted. “I guess I felt that she’d earned her freedom. I don’t know.” I paused while Ez thought about that. “I did go back and let that sales clerk have it, though. Nobody puts me on a rack. I turned her into a braform and left her on the counter wearing a lacy little demi bra. Last time I was in the store, she was still there.”

“Wow,” Ez said. “I can’t believe that happened. To you, I mean. You’re the most powerful witch I know.”

“Well, it did,” I told her. “So, don’t go getting all ‘I’m hopeless’ just because you made a simple mistake. Got it?”

She nodded. “Got it. And don’t worry. Your secret’s safe with me.”

I gave her a warning finger. “Oh, it better be. Now, I believe you’ve got about a week’s worth of cleaning to catch up on.”

Without another word, she took off, but I could tell her mood was much more upbeat. I smiled, knowing that my little white lie had done its job.

That’s right. I said lie.

You see, here’s the thing. It’s true that other witches have gotten caught up in their own spells. It happens all the time. In fact, I still have an old rival out in my garden. Silly twit turned herself into the most darling little birdbath, she did. So, it’s not something that Ez should let discourage her too much. It could have happened to anyone.

Not me, of course.

No matter what a certain braform down at the mall might believe.

Aftermath

2007-01-03T17:41:00.000-08:00

New Years Eve is an excuse for the whole world to party and I love parties. Sometimes I love them a little too much.

Being a witch does not make you immune to hangovers.

I woke up with my brain trying its best to escape from my head. I groped around and discovered a warm lump next to me in bed.

Now I'm no prude but there are many things and people that I would rather not do. I held my breath and flipped back the blankets expecting the worse. But instead of Quasimodo or even Brad Pitt I found a huge pile of lacy under garments.

I stared at it for a while. Its heat could only mean that all of these panties, bras, slips, knickers, and stockings had to each have been a person not too long ago. I searched my pounding mind trying to remember who they might have been, but I simply came up blank.

"I hope Circe's not in here. Or, I'm going to be in the dog house.... literally." I then decided not to care and passed out again.

Happy Holidays

2006-12-28T09:33:00.000-08:00

This might come as a shock to you folks out there, but witches love Christmas. And for the same reason that most non-magical people do. You got it … the presents. But with us, getting gifts takes on a very special meaning.

Look at it from our point of view. As witches, we can pretty much have anything we want, right? I mean, if I want a new dress, I just have to go down to the boutique … or the hardware store … or hell, just step out the front door and find me someone to turn into one. Simple as that. So, if I want it, I can get it.

But here’s the thing. Witches specialize. We all have our thing. Mine, obviously, is fashion. It’s what I’m good at. It’s my thing. I mean, sure, I can do other spells. I’m just not as good at them as I am with clothing. So, while I can turn even the grungiest trucker into the latest Ralph Lauren without a hitch, if I try to turn someone into something as simple as, say, a coffee mug, the results just wouldn’t be as … impressive.

So, getting presents from your friends with different skills is something to look forward to. And we always save our best ideas for Christmas. I, of course, give the latest in fashion to my friends. All Ms. Magnolia originals, too. No knockoff designs for my buds, no sir. And in return, I always get their best efforts as well.

Like my friend Bobbi, who runs a furniture store in Charlotte. She gave me a beautiful oak wood coat rack. According to her, it used to be a busty salesperson in her store that just couldn’t seem to sale anything. “If she can’t use her rack,” Bobbi told me, “then she can just be one instead.”

My gift from Anna, an interior decorator that lives in Nashville, was a lovely set of throw pillows for my couch that she made from a pair of twins that were getting on her nerves.

And Circe sent me the cutest little goldfish, which I immediately turned into a solid gold broach. Believe me, she’s better off this way. I’m terrible with pets. Just ask the catgirl she sent me last year.

But the biggest surprise came from my apprentice, who took the time to craft her first true clothing transformation spell. She spent hours getting the spell just right. Though, in hindsight, she probably should have spent at least a little of that time working on her aim. Maybe then, she would have hit the cute little delivery girl at the door, and not the full length mirror next to it.

Still, looking at the silver lamé gown Ez turned herself into, I have to admit that she did a great job on the spell. And her mistake isn’t a total loss either. It’ll give her a chance to practice releasing herself from her own spells … once I remove the spell lock I put on her, that is.
Hey, is it my fault that she turned herself into the perfect outfit for me to wear to Circe’s New Year’s Eve party this weekend?

Earn Your Keep

2006-12-21T19:44:00.000-08:00

I was asleep the other night when I heard a loud thump and some gasping coming from my closet. It looks like my Apprentice, Ez, actually managed to change herself back from that bra. Took her long enough. I turned on the light and opened the door. She was on all fours, and looking very tired.

“That, (Huff) wasn’t easy.”

“Nope and that’s why you need to learn how to do it. Otherwise you’ll wind up in someone’s closet, garden, art collection, or zoo permanently.”

She stood up and I lead her to my guest room, she flopped right down on the bed and was snoring in seconds. I left her and went back to bed myself. The next morning I found her sitting on my couch watching some silly science fiction show on the television. She had showered and changed her clothing. Her new outfit was no better than her last one. Baggy pants with too many pockets and a tee shirt that was too small and had some inane cartoon printed on it.

“Good Morning!” she beamed, “I slept like a…Hmm Maybe I shouldn’t say that around you.”

“What, a log? Afraid you might end up as one?” I teased her” Don’t worry, I specialize in clothing transformations, and speaking of which… Where did you learn to dress like that?”

“Why, what’s wrong with it?”

“A lot. So, where do you live?”

“I used to have an apartment over in Conyers but I sorta got evicted. Can I crash here while you teach me magic?”

“Well if you’re going to live here you need to earn your keep. And you are not dressing like that. Stand up!”

She did and I pointed at her, she tensed up probably ready to be panties this time but instead there was a flash and her outfit was gone. Instead she was now standing there in an adorable French maid’s uniform.

“Oh you gotta be kidding me! I’m not wearing this.” She squawked.

“No you’re not, try and take it off.”

She tugged on the dress and the top and grimaced in pain. “They, there attached?”

“Not quite. They are you, feel them.”

She ran her hands over the frills of the dress and sleeves her eyes widening at her own touch.

"Yes, technically you're nude, as you aren’t wearing any clothing it's simply part of you. Now this place needs a good cleaning! Why don't you start with my laundry. Anything in the blue bin can be tossed in the washing machine. However everything in the pink bin is to be hand washed. They like it better that way." I picked up my keys and headed for the door. "I'm going to go shop now, I expect every thing to be nice and neat when I get back. Bye now."

"Hey!" she said, her eyes going wide. "What about using the bathroom?"

"Don't worry, you have no panties" I called behind me on my way out the door.

I'll leave her like that for a little while. She needs to learn discipline, and frankly my place was getting a bit dusty.

Stiff Competition

2006-12-13T19:08:00.000-08:00

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.

My New Apprentice

2006-12-06T12:58:00.000-08:00

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.

Black Friday

2006-11-29T19:18:00.000-08:00

What a wonderful time of year. The malls are crowded beyond belief allowing me to shop so much easier. Of course shopping for me is a little different, considering what my hobby is. But I don't want to simply change anybody into clothing. There are many people who I would never want to have touching my skin. So I like to shop, to find people who would, well, fit me.

With a selection as diverse as it is in the holidays I can be extra picky. I avoid the food court, and dodge past the toy stores. I hate kids. Clothing stores are always good ideas, but you also need to check other places, you never know when a "bargain" will pop up! So I wander into Macy's.

It’s a little less crowded in there right now, but as I crane my neck to see who might tickle my fancy I feel a cool spray hit the back of my neck. I turned to see a grinning fool behind the perfume counter.

"Midnight Mist, isn't it wonderful? It's on sale." See babbled as she grinned her empty headed smile.

I didn't even bother to respond, I simply waved my hand and changed her into a perfume bottle herself. Filled with the liquid she was hawking.

The nerve! As if she were telling me that I needed it, that I smelled bad. Perfume indeed! However as I sniffed the aroma I decided that I liked it after all and dropped the new bottle girl into my purse. Waste not, want not!

After that I checked out some other stores. I picked up some good deals. An inattentive clerk at Henry & June Lingerie who wouldn't get off her cell phone wound up as a new bra for me. And a customer who bragged about buying something for his mistress got to be a pair of matching panties. I wore them out. She's very nice, lifting and spreading, and the skivvies feel just right! I walked all around the mall enjoying them against my skin.

Finally it started to get late and the stores were all closed. I lifted my rather heavy bag of new presents and headed for my car. The parking garage was almost empty but as I neared my car a man stepped out of the shadows he had a gun.

That encounter didn't last long, but as I drove home I made a point the swing by a local church. The Church had a large bin for dropping off toys. I plopped the thug into the bin. Despite his nasty attitude he made a really cute teddy bear! And let's face it, I don't hate children that much.

For Old Time Sake

2006-11-22T16:14:00.000-08:00

I was wandering around Grant park the other day enjoying watching the squirrels burying nuts and relaxing when I over heard someone yapping about the War of Northern Aggression. Or as they were saying "Da Cival Wah". Some Gal was showing off to her boyfriend.

Now I have a bit of fascination with that particular little war in that I witnessed it as a young woman. I thought the whole idea was silly at first, fighting to save a one group of people when everyone really is at the mercy of others. Others like me. But the times went dark, and back then I didn't have the power to do anything about it. I remember crying when my wonderful city was burnt to the ground. I had to stay with family in Savanna, and swallow my pride every time I saw a solder in blue.

So when I heard some Yankee talking about it I decided to listen in. Turns out this Northerner is actually an descendant of a certain Union General, by the name of Sherman. I might not have been able to get at him back in the day, but this little lady was fair game!

"So you're related to General Sherman? What all are you doing down in this neck of the woods?" I asked.

"Huh, oh, my boyfriend and I are visiting for this big Cival Wah show down here this weekend." She said as she hung off her beau's arm.

"Yeah, We're big fans, we even met on a chat room for it. I like to do the battle reenactments." He bragged as he tried to suck in his gut, something that you never saw on the battle fields back when.

"Ya like to shoot your gun off at us poor old Rebs?"

"Well its just good fun, and Historic. It's not like anyone really gets hurt."

"No, it's all a big game to you. A nice chuckle, huh? Maybe you should devote more time to your little hobby. A lot more!" I raised my hand and changed him right there. The nice tall young man was now a nice tall young rifle leaning against his girl's shoulder. The girl held her new Enfield in shock trying to figure out what had happened.

I looked at her and asked, "So do you think what your great great gandaddy did was all fun and games?"

She began to back away holding her boyfriend out toward me to defend herself. "What, what did you do? Stay back!"

I realized that although her boyfriend wasn't loaded he did have a bayonet and she was pointing it right at me. Not that it was very dangerous to me, but witches have been killed with less, so I decided to settle this fast. Another wave of my hand and I caught the gun as it fell, and plucked the nice grey Kepi off the top.

I slid the girl onto my head, she fit perfectly. The wool cap would be nice as the weather got colder. "Now you'll get to see things from a Confederate view point. Well a Confederate hat's viewpoint.

The next day I wondered into the Civil War show, but I didn't stay long, too many memories. I just went long enough to give some young man in grey the new rifle. I told him to make sure he shoots lots of Yankees with it.

A New Look

2006-11-15T17:44:00.000-08:00

I love to shop, not just so that I can get new things but to see all the people, and think about what I can change them into.

I was down at the Peachtree Center Mall the other day. I was sitting on a bench outside of Brooks Brothers and enjoying some sort of gourmet icy coffee thing when I saw these two gothic girls wandering around. Too often when someone hears the term "witch" this is the type that they think of, dark clothing, striped tights, frazzled hair and too much bad makeup. I really hate being associated with that kind of riff raff.

So anyway I followed the two into Pendleton's. I listen as they scoff at different outfits and the people that would wear them. (I even agreed with them on a few occasions, but that’s beside the point.) Finally one found something she liked and wondered into the dressing room to try it out. I followed her in.

"So, you don't like lace?" I asked her before she could close her dressing room door.

"Excuse me?" She gave me a look that I used to use on Yankee solders long ago.

"How about frilly nightgown?"

"I wouldn't be caught dead in something like that, freak lady!"

"Not dead, but you won't be doing much breathing." She managed to get that cute little look of surprise just before I changed her. I snatched her out of mid air and looked her over. Nice, shear, short, and pink, with black lace, she would feel great against my skin as I wear her to bed, with nothing else.

I folded her up and stuck her in my bag, and then her friend came in looking for her.

"Hey Cass, we're gonna be late! Hey, where…" She didn't get to finish the question.

I'm not into the gothic look but as I watched these two fashion disasters I did start to like one part of their outfits, and with cold nights coming up wearing nothing besides a nighty would get mighty cold. So my new outfit for bed also includes a pair of thigh high pink and black striped stockings.

You know I feel more like a witch already!

Bundling up

2006-11-08T20:55:00.000-08:00

Well the weather is getting colder, even here down in the South. So I figure its time for me to get something warm to wear. A new coat would be really nice, and I like fur! The way it brushes against my skin.

So anyway I head on down to this place I know of that sells fur and guess what. It's surrounded by a bunch of silly protesters with signs. They're all yelling and making noise and generally causing a ruckus. They were all shouting that "Fur is murder", "Animals have rights" and other fool things.

I tried to wiggle my way past them to go shopping and this young hooligan spits on my blouse.

Now I'm a pretty patient person and I don't like to make a scene, but that is not how you treat a lady! So I wave at him and change him into a pair of thermal socks. I didn't figure that anyone would notice with all the yelling and such, but sure enough some hairy arm-pitted girl starts screaming.

Being a witch you might imagine that I don't like angry crowds. Too many of us got all burnt up not so long ago (Hell, they burnt more mortals than us back then they got so crazy). So I start slapping spells right and left. Sadly one girl was carrying a big bucket of blood so when I made her into a nice warm quilt she was ruined as the blood spilled all over her. Such a pitty.

After that was all said and done I had a whole trunk full of new clothing. Too much of it was the wrong size or shape cause I was rushed by the addled nitwits. I did manage to make one of them into a wonderful mink coat! So it wasn't a complete waste. I took all of the clothes and things that didn't fit me to the local Good Will. I'm not a bad person.

I'll never understand people. Why is it with all the problems in the world today, young men and women feel the need to fool around with silly little causes like saving animals what don't even know what's going on. If they were smart they would try and save humans from getting turned into clothing by people like me. Of course that would make my life a lot harder, so in that case... Thanks PETA!

Starting out

2006-11-01T14:11:00.000-08:00

Well then, last night I decided to move my diary onto this here thing called the internet. I'm not too good with technological things like computer machines, but I'm a smart gal, I'm sure I'll figure it out.

So anyway, sugar, my name is Ms. Magnolia and I'm a witch. Not one of those fake ones who walk around the mall all in black with too much mascara. No I'm a real one with real magical powers.

Now I don't like to turn people into frogs or other slimy things like that. I also don't stand around a hot caldron all day, and if you think I have any warts you all need to think again!

I'm more into making people more fashionable. That is I turn them into clothing and other items that I like to wear, shoes, dresses, skivvies, jewelry, and even the occasional body part. Now some people think that this sort of thing is wrong. Those type of people I like to put into my panty drawer.

So tune in to this here Blog thingy each week and I'll tell you all about my week and who all I've made into a "Victim of Fashion".

See ya'll later!