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Author's Notes (please read first to get the best reading experience!): Hey everyone! I have been a long time reader of fictionmania and thought I would make a contribution since there is a particular genre of transformations that I like reading, yet see so little of. I hope this inspires more writers to write stories like this and hope that my first time isn't so bad. I know I'm not the best writer, but I'd like to think I have an imagination, and maybe someone could tighten up the edges, making this a better piece of work. I initially wanted a story that would involve a clothing transformation, or a forced "crossdressing," where clothes come to life and either transform the individual into the opposite sex, or keep them the same sex, but alter them physically through clothing, like corsets for a womanly figure, or breast forms for a bust. However, this story began to become a little more personal, and a bit autobiographical, so there is a little bit of just normal crossdressing in it. So I am going to split it into parts based on the crossdressing portion and clothing transformation portion. Did I say this was my first time? Yes, writing on this website it is. I'd like to thank the authors of Leo's New Job and All Night Long for the inspiration and hope that I didn't copy or steal any of their respective works! That is not my intent, and I want you all to enjoy this! So please, be critical, but be helpful, and maybe you'll see more stories like these in the future! Your friendly neighborhood crossdresser and possibly new fictionmania writer, Tinaphish Tim looked out at the department store and sighed. The dim lighting and the faded decor was making him miserable, and the drone of the PA above the whispers of the store's customers made him irritable. It didn't help that he was stuck behind the counter of the department store's pharmacy. He was on the clock, working as the pharmacy technician. He was stuck at this dead end job despite having finished college with a bachelors in chemistry. One of Tim's many regrets was not finishing with a more impressive GPA. He had always wanted to go to pharmacy school, or so he thought. He had gone through college doubting whether or not this was the path he wanted to take, yet he found ways to convince himself that this was all he was good at, and that his parents would be proud to have a pharmacist in their family. Tim finished the year prior, but had nowhere to go. The pharmacy schools expected more, and he needed to boost his GPA, as well as take a few tests to get in. He felt so overwhelmed that when he heard about the pharmacy technician program, he rushed to get his license and start working. He hoped that by the end of it all, he could get a recommendation letter, as well as save up enough money for himself once he got into pharmacy school. As he looked behind him, the pharmacist glanced back and flashed him a dazzling smile. He smiled weakly and turned away to face the front of the counter again. Tim thought back to the first day he started working there. She had listened to his story, and she offered what she knew. She encouraged him, and Tim in turn felt inspired again. However, the more days he worked, the dimmer that fire got. Despite all this, there was one thing he could count on to get him through the work day, and that was the pharmacist's wardrobe. She had a vast collection of clothing that awoke something in Tim. He placed his head in his hands and stared longingly in the distance as he escaped the store and into his memories triggered by the pharmacists' tasteful white blouse and black skirt. (If you would like to read the origin of Tim's crossdressing, keep reading. Otherwise skip over to the next break.) ~*********************************************************************~ Throughout college, Tim had begun as a poor student. Being away from home, he lost many of his inhibitions that he held as a high school student. In high school, Tim worked himself to the bone getting the best grade for each class. He lost some friends, gained academic rivals, finished as the fifth overall ranking student. In college however, he lived in an apartment with three other guys, and most of his time was spent discovering the internet, cable, and social relationships. He was on academic probation by the end of his first quarter. The next two quarters involved clawing his way to a 2.3. Tim couldn't face his family, let alone show them his grades, so he looked desperately for a summer job and stayed at the apartment over the summer. He began to earn enough money to the point where he began to spend it. His uninhibited nature began to resurface, and he soon found himself facing one of his deepest and darkest secrets. He had always wanted to go out shopping on his own. Not for male clothes, but for women's clothes. Growing up, he fit his mom's clothes well until puberty. After puberty, he shot up to 5'10'' compared to his mom's 5'5''. He could not fit in his mother's clothes, and began to dismiss it as something associated with puberty. Yet with each passing year, he stared longingly at women's clothing and shoes. He began to question his own sexual orientation, but found that he couldn't feel the same looking at men, with or without their clothing. On a particularly warm July summer, his deepest and darkest secret faced him in the form of a department store rack full of women's underwear. The men's underwear, ties, and socks stood staunch across the isle, looking intimidatingly at him. The women's side, however, was bright. Inviting. He stood between the isles, and sighed. He grabbed a pair of men's boxers and walked off. As soon as he stepped out of the store, he sweated profusely, not due to the heat, but due to embarrassment. One of the sales clerks had noticed him staring at the rack and offered to help him. He mumbled that he wasn't into that stuff and walked off. Flush with embarrassment and a surge of excitement, he made his way home. He turned on his computer and looked up websites for answers. He wanted to know what he was, if he was normal, if people felt like him. He finally stumbled upon a plethora of sites, each offering different advice and condolences to those who seemed to be suffering from this dichotomy of clothing presentation. Finally, after weeks of stumbling, he came across online shopping and tutorials. For weeks, he became obsessed. His roommates had gone home for the summer, so he utilized the mail service as much as he could. So much in fact, the mailman recognized him, but not what he was delivering. This Tim was thankful for, and he prepared himself mentally for what was about to happen for the next few weeks. Tim, about two weeks from the incident in July, found himself shaking uncontrollably with excitement. He walked calmly to the bathroom, in a newfound feminine grace. He tried his best to hold up a towel wrapped around his chest as he reached for the faucet in the bath. It sprang to life, spewing hot water onto strawberry scented bath bubbles that lined the tub. He unfurled the towel, avoided looking at the mirror, and reached for a razor. He stepped into the rising water, and lay himself down, trying to calm his racing heart. He was about to put together a weeks worth of training that he religiously followed until this day. He knew it wasn't sufficient, but he was throwing himself into the deep end of the pool to see if he could swim. He lifted one of his legs and began to shave. His heart had not calmed, rather, it beat still faster as each stroke revealed legs he had not known he had. His lightly tanned skin began to brighten as the dull black hairs were swept away. As he finished with one leg, he took mental inventory of himself and knew that if he did not calm down, all of this would be for not. So he turned off the water and dried himself for the moment to search for his laptop. After a few minutes of searching, he found music that he thought appropriate for the moment. Tim then sat gently in the tub, and continued with his other leg. By the time Tim got out of the tub, his skin had gotten pruny, but it wasn't anything his new lotion couldn't fix. It smelled sweetly of strawberries and cream, which he applied liberally to himself. The smooth feel of his own skin was a new experience, but one he enjoyed immensely. After forcing himself to remain in control, he then rewrapped the towel around his chest and made his way to his room where everything was laid out. He fastened the black push up bra with little difficulty and pulled matching cotton panties up his legs. He admired the prominent pink bow on each that was placed strategically in the middle. He nearly gave up and wanted to stop there but was able to continue with trembling hands. He pulled the white camisole over his head, the black bra barely visible through the fabric. He followed it with a grey cardigan that barely passed his shoulders, and ended unevenly below his camisole. At this point, his male self trapped in his panties wanted attention, but at this point, Tim couldn't afford stopping until he could see the fruits of his work. He found the tape on his desk and tucked the little guy out of sight for the time being. A pair of black leggings made a soft hiss as he guided them up his legs. They felt strange but sensual on his newly shaven legs. He moved on to the high waisted black shorts with gold buttons and it sat on his slim hips with some difficulty until he threaded a large waist belt through its loops. He adorned his wrist with fake gold costume jewelry and some rings, as well as a gold necklace necklace that could have well been three necklaces put together. He stepped in a pair of grey ankle boots with an open toe, and walked over to his desk, where his mirror sat. An array of cosmetics lay before him, and his hand went straight for the eyeliner, which took hours. He then applied the rest of his makeup, trying his best to stay within imaginary lines he set for himself. He finally picked up the wig from its box and crowned herself as finished. The auburn hair fell in curly waves as the long bangs in front swept across her forehead. Tim wobbled, but found his balance, as he stood up to take a look at himself in the full length mirror attached to his closet. He was surprised to see what two weeks worth of practice had done, and he began to twirl in giddyness. He had done it. He had turned himself into a semi- decent looking woman. Frantically searching for his phone, he snatched it up and snapped a few pictures of himself, and when he was done posing, he turned on his laptop to transfer them into a folder. He locked it with some code he found online, and when he was finished, he wobbled to the full length mirror to admire himself one more time. In the heat of the moment, he lost all further inhibitions and thought of taking more risqu? pictures. He struck a seductive pose, with lips puckered, a hand under his chin and a bent over posture to show the cleavage he had created with the magic of makeup and a push up bra. He lay on the floor and snapped a few more poses, his hair splayed and one hand on the edge of the camisole's neckline. He put hands over his body, feeling the sensuous fabric encasing his legs and chest. His eyes shut, and his hand drifted downwards, reaching and releasing an innocent prisoner from its confines. However, the prisoner was left in its more lacy confines, and soon felt the caress of Tim's hand. Slowly, he rubbed his penis through the soft cotton fabric, every once in a while letting it drop low enough for the lace lining to send electrical charges up his body. He rubbed faster now, with a carnal desire, and at the very last second, he pulled out his penis to let it spew all over the floor next to him. He gasped for air, and lay there for a few more minutes, content and exhausted. He finally mustered the strength to get up and clean up the mess he made. After he had finished, he had walked over to his computer and looked over the pictures he had taken. The clack of the gold jewelry on the keyboard felt very reassuring, yet, as he scrolled through the pictures, he began to become very critical of himself. The hips were wrong, the color was so monotone, and his makeup seemed too bland to cover up the man underneath. Yet, he shut down his computer, cleaned himself up, and packed up his clothes, telling himself there was more work to do before Mina was ready to take on the world. The summer days dwindled to an end and Mina had to find a way to disappear until Tim could find time for her. He had a hard time keeping Mina off his mind, and he was bursting at the seams trying to hold his secret in, but he remembered the horror stories he read about when perusing the internet and thus kept it to himself. Mina found ways to get out despite this, and soon, Mina stumbled upon Tim's friend, the internet. This and many focused chatrooms opened up her world to new possibilities. Crossdressers were everywhere, and soon, he found himself talking to dozens at a time. He heard stories of getting caught, of being humiliated, etc. He even learned about admirers, and how many crossdressers had found themselves with one from time to time. Mina liked to listen, but didn't have the courage to talk to admirers herself. Yet, she somehow managed to find the courage to meet some fellow crossdressers in the area in the privacy of their own homes. They would talk, do things platonic friends would do, but never presenting as their daily selves. Mina's existence was threatened, however, by one encounter she had during one of her meet ups. The person chose to be called Laura, and she explained that she was new to crossdressing and wanted help. Mina, being cooped up for too long, was a willing volunteer and thought it would be fun to have a sort of mentee. Laura was the name she had chosen for herself, and at first it was fine when they initially met. However, once the process got underway, Laura turned into a completely different person. Mina had started laying out both outfits they were to wear and the two wigs she had bought for herself. Mina let Laura choose which outfit she wanted, but Laura disagreed and began to rummage through Mina's things. Mina asked politely to stop, yet Laura continued until she found what she wanted. Mina sighed, and let Laura put an outfit together that Mina didn't agree with, but let her put together anyway. Mina laid out cosmetics, one station for herself and one for Laura. Laura, in all her excitement, used both sides of the cosmetics. Mina just sat and watched, getting a little upset that the person she thought she would be teaching was trying to do everything herself with all the things she had bought for herself. Mina stewed in anger, but tried to continue the facade with a smile on her face. When Laura was done, she wobbled as she stood up to face Mina. "So, how do I look?" she asked. "You look good," Mina replied, ignoring the protests in her head. "I look pretty hot. You probably want me, don't you?" "No, not really." "So you're saying I'm ugly? "No, I'm just not attracted to you in that way." "You don't feel attracted to me at all? You must be attracted to men, huh." "Well, you don't know that. I'm attracted to what I'm attracted to. That's it." "No, you probably need a real man. Here, I may be dressed as a woman, but come suck me off and I'll show you what a man feels like." "Eww, no. I thought I made it clear that we were only going to dress up and hang out." "Well, I'm hanging out now, why don't you just finish what you started?" "No, gross, get away from me!" Mina began to pack up but found Laura's arm forcefully grabbing hers. Mina was able to shake Laura off, grab as much stuff as she could, and stuffed it into her suitcase. She ran out the door, started her car, and cried as she got on the highway. When she got home, she looked in the mirror and only saw Tim, the person she was trying so hard to cover up in layers of makeup. Her hair was disheveled, her dress a mess, and her pride wounded. Tim took Mina off, and threw her away. ~*********************************************************************~ (If you skipped over the first part, continue here!) Tim had drifted further into his memories than he expected and earned a light tap on his shoulders from the pharmacist. Unexpected tears had fallen from his eyes and he wiped them away. The pharmacist just smiled and said, "I think you need your ten," before she turned away with a concerned look on her face. Tim thanked her and walked to his locker to grab his phone before walking out into the department store floor. He walked over to the exit, but not before noticing this month's collection. It was spring, so everything was either flowery, flowing dresses, or business attire for those going back to work. He continued to stare, but shook his head as he made his way over to the snack stand outside. Candy bar and fruit snacks in hand, he walked briskly down the isle back to the pharmacist corner, but not before he was greeted by a voice. "Hey Tim, how come you can eat those and still remain relatively normal, but when I do, they end up on my hips and thighs." Tim turned to see Becky dressing a mannequin in a flowery blue sun dress and hat. Her auburn hair was tied in braids today, and her face had turned a shade of red under her freckles as she tried to hold the too tall mannequin up at an angle to dress it. Tim quickly came over to help her with the mannequin, and she was finally able to pull the dress over it. They propped it up and Tim placed the hat on the mannequin's head. "Thanks," she sighed. "I wish I wasn't too short for this job. "It's fine, you attract more customers that way because you're cute." Tim said. "Oh please, they think I'm 12." Tim chuckled a bit and shook his head. "So, heading back to work?" she asked. She stared up at him, back arched and hands on her hips. For being 5'1'', she had an impressively lean body, but that was due to her running. She was an active runner, and it was evident in the shorts and sneakers that she wore. Her shirt resembled the one on the rack in the sports department, with some motivational slogan he didn't read for fear of staring at it too long. "Yeah. Back to staring at couples too timid to go straight for the condoms and hide it under some seemingly normal things," he said with a roll of his eyes. It was Becky's turn to giggle, and she replied, " Well, when you're done staring at couples trying to get it on, maybe we can get lunch or something during your lunch break. But if not, maybe I'll just see you later? It's not a date or anything..." "Yeah, don't worry about that! We've been having lunch at least once a week since I started here. I'll just ask the boss lady to make my lunch the same as yours, but no promises." "Okay, see you later Tim." Tim waved and made his way back the pharmacy. She was a nice girl, maybe Tim had been too preoccupied with himself to really think about dating. Once he got to the door, those thoughts disappeared has the pharmacist handed him a list of orders and gave him a playful "ouch" look. He grinned and begrudgingly grabbed the list. Tim and Becky walked out onto the street, and as they walked through the department store doors, they were blinded by the sunlight and greeted with fresh, smogy air, unlike that of the musty air conditioned department store air. They made their way over to the burger and sandwich place across the street and found it empty, which wasn't unusual for 3:15 in the afternoon. They ordered their food and sat down, chatting it up until their food arrived. Tim was midway through his burger before Becky brought up an unusual topic. "So, I always see you staring at the new collections when you take your break. I know you aren't creepy, and I don't think you're admiring the mannequins for their bodies. So what's up?" "I'm not into that kind of stuff," Tim said, trying to sound convincing. The memory of the first store clerk flashed briefly before he took another bite of his burger. "Sure you aren't. Deny it all you want, mister pharmacist, but deep down you probably just want to design women's clothes! Or maybe even wear them!" "Look, just because you're a law major doesn't mean you can pin all these accusations on me." "Well, okay, fine, but in case you are ever into that stuff, an hour after closing time, we let a few customers finish their shopping, and every now and then, we get the occasional crossdresser. It helps them shop in private and I know the store inside and out." Tim stood in silence for a few minutes. This girl, who barely knew him, was saying things that he wanted to hear years ago. A friend, someone who could understand. He finished his burger in silence and Becky followed suit, but she looked at him every so often, as if studying him. "I appreciate the offer, but I already told you, I'm not into that stuff." He stood up and picked up his tray, which he emptied into the garbage. "I'm going to need to head back to work soon, are you almost done?" Becky stuffed the remaining burger in her mouth and emptied her tray. She smiled knowingly, but didn't talk about the subject on the way back to work. Tim stretched as soon as he saw the clock strike seven. He shut the windows and headed to the back to grab his stuff. The pharmacist greeted him and wished him a good night as she headed out the door. It led to the back lot where her fancy sports car was parked. Tim envied her, but couldn't help but look up to her as well. Successful, beautiful, isn't that what he wanted to be? Tim sighed and made his way out the other door, towards the department store floor. Becky was waiting on the other side. "Hey, I'm sorry about lunch earlier. I'll make it up to you with some ice cream." "It's fine. I already had the candy bar remember?" "Yeah, but I don't know, I just didn't want to make fun of you like that and wanted to make up for it." "Don't worry about it, I'll be fine." "Okay, well, how about tomorrow? Lunch on me?" "Okay, okay, fine." "Alright, tomorrow it is then! Hope to see you wearing something new." She winked and went back to organizing the racks. Tim rolled his eyes at her last statement, but shrugged it off. He was too tired to care and wanted to get home as soon as possible. The next day was extremely busy, so by the end of the shift, he was tired. Becky hadn't brought up the subject during lunch, but he was still thinking about it since he had gotten up this morning. He packed his stuff and made his way out the door when he was greeted by Becky again. "Hey, so I wanted to talk to you about something personal, and I know you want to get home, but I kind of need a ride. Do you mind staying an extra hour until the department store closes? I won't stay that extra hour when all the last minute shoppers stay." "And what do I get out of it this time?" he said, sighing, but without a tone of resentment. "You get...lunch for a week?" "Haha, you don't have to, but we're leaving right when the store closes, alright?" "Okay, you betcha!" So Tim spent an extra hour, perusing the food isle as well as the electronics isle, and resisted the urge to walk over to the clothing isle, where Becky was finishing up some rearranging. From time he would glance back at her, and she would return it with an enthusiastic smile and wave. He would then return back to his pseudo-shopping, with conflicting and racing thoughts running through his psyche. The hour had finally finished, and Tim went to search for Becky again, only to find that she wasn't there. There were no extra customers that night, so it was him alone in the freezer isle, making his way back to the clothing isle. "Becky?!" he called out. "This isn't funny, I want to go home now..." he said, hoping she would pop out of somewhere and stop whatever game they seemed to be playing. Hide and seek after dark isn't as exhilarating as it seemed. "Hey Tim, glad to see you stayed. However, we're going to discuss personal matters here, if you don't mind." The voice over the loudspeaker was Becky's, and yet, there she stood, at the exit of the store. A finger was pointed at her throat, which she then lowered. "Becky, whatever joke you're trying to pull, this isn't funny." "It's not a joke. If you opened your mind, you would see that this was all planned. From the very beginning. I planned it. You see, I like you Tim. I really do. You are one of the only people I can stand here at this place. But you're a little dense. I have been watching you every single day since you started working here, always stopping where you're standing right now, staring at mannequins. Why? Because of what they're wearing. I knew that from the first week. You like women's clothing, I get that." "What I'm telling you now is to let yourself accept this fact. You're miserable in the pharmacy business, but you love women's clothing. You love this kind of stuff, I can feel it. And I can feel your energy, as well as energies around you. It's in everything, from the clothes you wear, to the electricity running in the PA system. I can't manipulate your personal energies, but I can manipulate energies around you. I know it sounds weird, but it's the only way I can explain it right now." "I like you a lot Tim, and I just needed to say that. I'm sorry this is all so weird, but the next part is going to be weirder." "How can it get weirder than this?" Tim asked, the color draining from his face, save for the blush in his cheeks from her previous comments.. "Honestly Tim? After all that all you got was the last part of it? You are dense, but really cute, so I tell you what. The "weird thing" that's about to happen is actually a present. I'll just leave it here, and wait by your car." Becky walked out the door, and as Tim ran for her, two clothes racks blocked his path. Tim was confused, but then gathered his wits to try to find a way to escape. "She was trying to kill me, that psycho bitch," he thought, as he charged into the two racks of clothes blocking his path. Several sleeves and jeans tied him down in place with a strength that surprised Tim. He tried to scream out, but his mouth was covered by a sleeve of a heavy woman's jacket. He felt a tug, and found two women's working cooperatively to use a pair of scissors and snip his clothes off. A long sleeve blouse poured a strange liquid under his armpits, on his chest, and on his legs. The blouse left, and struggle as he might, he couldn't move. The clothes still held their grip. After a few minutes, there was a mild tingle where the liquid touched, and then it progressed into a burn. The blouse came back to wipe it off. Once it was done, he found the hair on his legs, armpits, and chest were gone. The rack of clothes let him go, and he stood up only to find a pair of panties floating to him. He realized this was Becky's present. She wanted to give him what he wanted, he wanted to give him back Mina. He stared at the pair a little longer, then raised one of his legs. The panties shot up that leg, and as soon as he lifted the other, it crawled up his leg much slower, sensuously massaging him as it went up until it settled down in its proper place. The panties themselves were a black silk with a red lase trim and a rose on the front waistband. The sleek material made Tim shiver in delight. A pair of fake breasts carried by a cardigan were attached to his chest with an adhesive, followed by a matching satin push up bra. The weight was disorienting, yet, as the black bra cupped his new bosom, he felt a growing pride of assets he now owned. A garter belt wrapped itself around his waist, and was followed by black nylons with a red lace top. The garters clicked into place, and Tim reached down to feel the soft nylon. A waist cincher wriggled its way above his garter belt and began squeezing, forcing Tim to straighten back up. He now had a thinner waist accented by hips he didn't realize he had until then. A dress greeted him, straightening itself out to let Tim stare at it in admiration. Two sweaters slowly raised its arms, and the dress lowered itself onto him. It stopped mid thigh, just below where his garter hooks started. The bottom of the dress had a black sheen, and was styled with layers of ruffles, which clung to his lower half tightly. The dress had an empire waist, which began right below his bosom. The top half of the waistline was red, with a halter top that wrapped its thick straps behind Tim's neck, leaving the rest of his back exposed. As soon as the dress settled down, he wrapped his arms around his chest, and then moved them down his hips, feeling the material as he went. The feeling of the material was overwhelming, and he had never really owned a fancy dress like this before. He reveled in it, until two pants legs and a sweater gently nudged him to sit at a table. There, cosmetics lay before him, and two white, long-sleeved blouses picked up brushes and cotton pads. They began to lay siege on his face, and Tim felt strange as his face was stretched, pulled, and pushed in every direction. He felt a tickling on the back of his neck and forehead, then a rough shove. A wavy black wig was attached to his head with a part off to the side and a side swept bang resting on his forehead. A flower was placed behind his ear, and a set of 4 inch shiny black stilettos met his feet. A full length mirror was brought to him, and as he stared at his reflection, he smiled, yet wanted to cry. There she stood, Mina, the long forgotten part of Tim. Tim was so happy when she was around that he forgot about everything that had happened to him up till that point. He stood there for a few minutes admiring Becky's handywork. Mina was interrupted by a nudge, and the clothing ushered him towards the door. He was very apprehensive, but the clothing pushed him onward, until he exited the door and found Becky in the distance by his car. She had on a black blazer, a white shirt, bow tie, and a black skirt. She held roses, and Mina blushed furiously as she sauntered her way to her own car. "I told you, I know the store inside in out. You're wearing one of my favorites from our prom selection, since it's about that time," Becky said. "Thank you so much, Becky, I don't know why you did this for me, but you are the best girlfriend anyone can ask for..." "After that long speech, still nothing huh? I did this for you, because I like you...Tim or whatever you go by now, since you don't look like a Tim to me..." "Mina." "Okay, Mina. I did this because I know you wanted this. And to be honest, I imagined you would be very pretty." "Thanks," Mina replied, now blushing deeper than the blush she already wore. "So...you don't mind the way I look right now?" Mina asked, nervously looking down and wringing her hands. "No, of course not. Actually, I thought it would be fun to actually have a boyfriend who I could go shopping without him wandering off disinterested." "So, does that mean..." "Yeah, this was my way of asking you out." "Oh...I...I'm flattered...I...yes." "Yes what?" "That I want to go out with you too..." "Well, after that present, I'm sure you would have said yes," Becky replied, handing the roses to Mina. "I was just kidding, to be honest, I was nervous and didn't think you would say yes." "Thanks. They're beautiful. And of course I would say yes. You're pretty, smart, and can make clothes apply makeup. Speaking of which, you said you could manipulate energies, but not an individual's energy. So what about the clothes back there? How did you do it? And what kind of other energies can you manipulate?" "Well, I lied. I didn't want to freak you out. I'm actually a sorceress. Not a witch, mind you. We have different skills. I just happen to have the ability to bewitch inanimate objects into doing things for me. As for manipulating other people, I still can't do that." "So, a witch huh? Well, then tell me, witch, is there anywhere you were planning to go dressed like this?" "Actually, yes, I have some business plans to go over with you, and thought you might want to chat about it over a candlelit dinner." "Well...okay, but it has to be dark, this is technically the first time I'm going out dressed like this...and what is this business idea?" "You'll see. But for right now, I need you to get in the driver's seat because our reservations are in half an hour." "Ohh, oops. Sorry about that. I'll get my keys. And Becky?" "Yeah?" Mina reached over behind Becky's head and planted a kiss on her lips. Becky, initially shocked, returned the kiss. Needless to say, it took a few minutes before they left the parking lot. ~*********************************************************************~ End notes: I hope you all liked it! I will probably create a series out of this if it's popular enough, but if not, I might rewrite a better version of it soon. Thanks fictionmania, and hope to see you again with a different story!