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A Sissy For Christmas Author's note: This is an older story I've decided to upload while you guys wait for me to continue updating Pushing the Limits. "No one will ever know," thought Matt as he ran his hands over the hot pink and black laced corset, admiring its silky feel. The price tag read 54.99.... a little steep but Matt wasn't worried about the price. He couldn't let anyone find out about his secret. If he splurged for the corset he would only have five dollars left of his spending money, which would be hard to explain. Worse yet, he still had to get out of the store and pay for it, and that would be even more embarrassing. Sure he could lie... but... Matt quickly ripped off the tag on the corset, matching panties and garters. He smiled. It seemed too easy, as he stuck the stolen items in his jacket, and started to head out. Suddenly, he had a feeling that he was being watched, as a sense of uneasiness came over him. "Steal from me, will you?" said the older woman dressed in all dark clothing said from behind Matt. "No.. I swear I'll pay for those," Matt stuttered nervously, knowing he was caught. "Silence!" shouted the mysterious woman as she came closer to Matt. "If you don't speak the truth, then you won't be able to speak at all." A wry smile came to her deep plum colored lips as she grabbed Matt by his shirt and pointed her finger at him. "Wha...?" Now Matt was even more scared. He was worried that if he got caught, he might get in trouble and possibly even arrested for shoplifting, at worst. But what this woman was saying made no sense and just sounded plain scary. Before Matt could do anything, he felt his legs stiffen, as the feelings of numbness accompanied by a plastic sheen started to travel upward to his waist, and seemed to keep going further and further up. "I feel like I'm becoming a statue," Matt wanted to say, but oddly enough couldn't. The strangest part of this whole thing was that his body also seemed to change in shape, as he could feel his waist narrow slightly, his hips widen, and breasts start to form and sprout out from his chest. His shoulders seemed to also narrow a bit, though his height still remained the same. His facial features softened, as his lips became fuller, his cheekbones higher, and his overall face shaped slightly more rounded. His hair grew longer and fuller also, reaching past his shoulders and becoming blonde and straight in texture. The last part of the transformation caused him the most physical anguish, which was strange as most of it up until this point had been painless. He could feel his groin being squeezed and compressed as it literally grew smaller and smaller until it completely vanished. Though Matt couldn't see it what he had now resembled a vagina, but since he was now a mannequin, it remained sealed. Although this all was a lot to take in. Matt couldn't help but feel excited by some of these changes, at least the feminization of his body, as he had always secretly wanted to be female. The becoming a mannequin part... not so much. Not that he had much of a choice in the matter, as the witch went to work on dressing him. His old clothes didn't fit very well now. His shirt was too loose on him now and baggy, except for his perky new breasts which seemed to stick out, showing off his permanently hard nipples even through the fabric. The witch seemed to particularly enjoy this as she massaged his nipples as she slid off his shirt, and laced him into the corset he had tried to steal. "Since you liked these so much, I figured it's only fitting that you get to wear them now... on display for all to see," the witch said, letting out a wicked sounding cackle. She finished his corset rather quickly but continued to fondle his breasts. Although Matt felt slightly aroused by this, the whole thing made him feel uncomfortable- especially since this attention was coming from his capturer. She stopped and then unbuttoned and slid off his jeans, which were too large in the waist but at a bit tight around the hips now. "Hmmm... nothing here anymore," the witch said in a mocking tone as she bent to look at his crotch. "Not that there was much to being with no doubt- a man who dresses up in women's lingerie. Yes, this was a fitting punishment indeed," she said as she started to slide up the matching panties- but not before rubbing her doll's new clit. "OMG stop!!" Matt wanted to say. "Just leave me alone!!" he screamed inside his head as he tried to fight back the feelings of pleasure. The witch seemed to hear what Matt was thinking as she abruptly stopped. "You ungrateful little sissy!" she hissed. "And after all I've just done for you!!" And then without saying anything else, the witch raised her hand and gave him a smack on the bottom. "Oww!!" he silently cried. It didn't hurt, as much as it was unexpected. "Now, Melissa," she said, as she slid on some lacy thigh high stockings and the garters. "This is your new life... I know as hard as it might feel, this is something that you will deep down enjoy so it is just best that you accept it," she said as she rubbed Melissa's thighs. "Meliss-aaahhh ooohh." Melissa hated how sensitive her new body was, and how she was completely helpless to the witch's touch and whatever she wanted to do to her. "Yes, Melissa. Your new name for your new body," said the witch. And with that the witch picked up Melissa and tucked the new mannequin under her arm and dragged her over to the display window, as if Melissa now didn't weigh much at all. The witch set Melissa down and fixed her in place, still unnecessarily poking and prodding at her nipples while she made sure the corset was tight enough. "Yes you'll do just fine," said the witch as she gave Melissa's breast one final squeeze and spanked her butt once again, as if sensing Melissa's reluctance towards her new fate. "Oh and by the way, my dear Melissa," said the witch as she began to switch off the lights and close for the night. "Part of the spell is to make your family and friends forget about you the longer you are here... yes your disappearance may cause a stir at first but since no one will think to look for you here or realize that you actually are here if they do, time will pass and you will soon be forgotten." The witch then locked the door behind her and headed out. Left alone in the darkness with only the other mannequins in the store, Melissa felt like crying now. No one would ever find her, as she was completely unrecognizable now- let alone be able to undo a spell like this. The only way out of this was if Melissa somehow met another witch. Several months had passed and Melissa could tell that it was close to Christmas now. After months of being changed in and out of various types of lingerie and swimsuit as well as a French maid costume for Halloween, Melissa wondered what she'd be dressed as now. The whole ordeal was a mix of humiliation as well as pleasure and excitement. Melissa had gotten a bit more used to being a mannequin and forced to stay in one position now, but she still hated how the witch treated her like an object and fondled her whenever she dressed her. But she couldn't deny the arousal she felt while it was happening and how much she loved the silky feeling of each outfit she was dressed in. Melissa didn't know what time it was, but she guessed it must've been early as the witch was just coming in to open the store. She smiled at her newest mannequin, giving Melissa the chills. The store was filled with several mannequins, but somehow Melissa knew she was the only victim of the witch's spell. "Christmas is just a couple weeks away and we need to get ready!" said the witch. "Melissa, I have the perfect outfit for you, my dear," she said, her voice dripping in fake sweetness as she held up a shimmery green teddy with white fur trim along with a matching green elf hat. "Noooo!" Melissa wanted to scream. "Please God, no." As much as Melissa loved dressing up, being put on display made it all the more embarrassing, as anyone passing by could see her. She'd just gotten used to lingerie and bikinis, but the elf outfit was too much. But again, Melissa didn't have much of a say. "There we go," said the witch as she finished dressing Melissa's top half. "And now to complete the outfit," the witch cackled, as she slid a pair of thigh high candy cane striped stockings. "Why are you doing this to me?" Melissa felt like screaming. The witch was literally turning her into a holiday decoration. As if she could hear her victim's thoughts, the witch placed the elf hat on Melissa's head and smiled. "Have you forgotten already? You stole from me, Melissa. What better way for a naughty sissy to learn a lesson then dressed up as Santa's helper? And after all, you are my best display." The witch let out an evil laugh as she touched the hat, deliberately making the glued on bells jingle. For the holidays, the lingerie shop didn't seem to be doing too much business, even with Melissa on display. Even during the rest of the year, the store was never full, but now customers were becoming farther and fewer. Not that Melissa minded too much, since she still felt the ordeal was extremely humiliating. She continued to stare out the window at the hundreds of usual passerbyers- except today was different. One girl about Melissa's age- if she was still human- actually stopped in. Of course this wasn't entirely out of the ordinary.... as the usual customers were girls around that age. But what was weird, especially for Melissa, was that this girl seemed more interested in the mannequins than anything else. The girl, Tiffany, could sense herself being watched, even though there was no one else in the store except the mannequins. Of course, the store seemed to be lined wall to wall with them and they all had this creepy way of looking like they were staring at you. Except for one... the elf mannequin in the window didn't have the same eerie stare like the rest. She was actually pretty.... her facial features seemed more realistic... almost human. Tiffany walked over to the window, her hand on the blonde mannequin's shoulder, slowly turning her to face her. There was clearly no mistaking it, this mannequin's eyes didn't share the same lifeless expression. Sure, they were plastic, but they had more emotion in them, as if she was once real. "Because you were real," Tiffany whispered. With her one hand still on the mannequin's shoulder, Tiffany quickly said a few words in a low voice. Almost instantly, Melissa began to gain feeling back in her body again, as the plastic sheen her skin had take on slowly faded away. The whole entire process took about five seconds, at which point Melissa realized she had the ability to actually speak again. She looked at Tiffany, who was obviously responsible for this, and immediately recognized what was going on. "You're a witch!" she cried in amazement. Tiffany stepped back. "You... you can talk!" she gasped. "Well.... yeah," said Melissa. "I used to be human before this... I was just..." She stopped herself and started to giggle nervously, then stopped again realizing how much more high pitched it sounded now. "Yeah, of course. I knew that," said Tiffany. "It's just that... you know what I am is all... I guess I'm kinda surprised." Melissa giggled again. "Well thank you anyway." She smiled for the first time in what seemed like forever and hugged Tiffany. "Really... I've been waiting so long for this day to come and I..." Her voice trailed off as she rubbed the tears that started leaking from her eyes. Tiffany hugged her back. "Aww, well you're welcome... wait are you crying?" asked the younger witch as she pulled back slightly to look at Melissa. "No.. I mean yes," Melissa started laughing again through her tears. "Sorry.. I guess I'm just getting used to being human again and everything that comes with it." The two girls just stood there for a moment, taking each other and all that happened in the past couple minutes in. Finally, Melissa broke the silence. "Can we please get out of here?" she begged, sounding scared. "This place gives me the creeps, especially after being stuck here for so long." Tiffany noticed how helpless and frightened Melissa seemed as she cowered next to her, while both the girls looked around at the store and the mannequins that seemed to be piercing them with stares. No wonder Melissa hated being here. Tiffany couldn't imagine being stuck in a place like this longer than she already had been. Though judging by Melissa's demeanor, Tiffany wondered if there was something else that was making her so terrified. "Yeah, definitely. Come on. Let's go." Tiffany started for the door, taking Melissa with her by the arm. "Wait!!" Melissa said, stopping suddenly. "I really don't wanna go out in public dressed like this," gesturing to her elf costume. Tiffany cracked a smile. "Why? I think it's cute," she teased, reaching over to make Melissa's hat jingle. Melissa groaned. "Please, no. What if somebody recognizes me and realizes I'm the mannequin from the display?" "I highly doubt that'll happen," Tiffany reassured her. "Not a lot of people know about or believe in magic anyway. They'd more than likely think you were Santa's naughty elf who escaped," she joked. "Haha well honestly, I'd rather not be an elf at all for a while," said Melissa. "My old clothes are long gone by this point. Do you have anything I could wear?" "What you see is all I have," said Tiffany, pointing to her own clothes. "But we're in a mall... I'm sure we can find you something." "That's true," answered Melissa. "But you are a witch.... so why buy when you can use magic?" She raised an eyebrow mischievously. "There's a little more to it than that," said Tiffany. "Just because you have powers that doesn't mean you're supposed to use them so freely." "Uh huh... like when you just brought a mannequin to life?" Melissa countered. "Technically, that counts as a good deed," reasoned Tiffany. "Well so does not making me go out dressed like this and embarrassing myself," said Melissa, as she leaned in to Tiffany and batted her eyelashes. "So please?" "Fine," tiffany finally agreed. "But just this one time." Tiffany muttered a quick spell and in an instant, Melissa was wearing a black and white striped v-neck sweater that showed off her new and ample bustline and a black pleated skirt and matching black tights that accentuated her long slender legs. "Ooo!!!" Melissa squealed, hugging Tiffany again. "Thank you!!! OMG!! How'd you figure out my size?" "Magic," Tiffany replied with a playful and mysterious undertone in her voice. "But you're welcome... umm wait I'm sorry. I didn't even ask your name," she said feeling embarrassed that they'd been talking this whole and yet she didn't know the girl's name. "Oh, no it's fine... Melissa," the blonde said with a smile, though the question seemed to make her a bit uncomfortable again for some reason. "Melissa," Tiffany repeated. "Ok well I'm Tiffany... are you hungry by the way? You must be. You haven't eaten since- well.. you know..." Melissa nodded. "Yeah, I am actually." "Good," said Tiffany, her feelings about the store returning. "I think we've both spent enough time in here." "Can we still hang out at the mall for a bit?" Melissa asked after lunch. "I really need some new stuff... I mean like desperately." "Yeah, of course," agreed Tiffany. "What kind of stuff do you need?" Melissa sighed. "Everything pretty much... I don't have anything... no clothes, bras, panties. Just what you gave me." "So you lost everything when the witch cast the spell," Tiffany finished for her. Melissa nodded, still not being completely honest and wondering how much Tiffany actually knew, being a witch herself. "Well, I don't mind getting you some stuff right now," said Tiffany. "I mean it's the least I can do." "Oh, you've already done so much, Tiffany," said Melissa, tearing up. "I just have no money or anything now so...." "It's fine," Tiffany assured her, linking their arms together. "You think this'll fit me?" asked Melissa holding up a bra made for a preteen girl. Tiffany laughed. "No way... at least not in the cups.... maybe the band size." Melissa just looked at her confused. "Do you even know what size bra you wear?" Tiffany asked. "Well.. not really anymore," Melissa answered, looking away. Tiffany walked over in front of Melissa. "I know your secret," she said in a tantalizing tone, her eyes practically sparkling. Melissa backed up slightly. "Uhhh what secret?" she asked, giggling nervously. "It all makes perfect sense now, really," said Tiffany, tapping a finger against her own cheek. "You used to be a guy," she said, inching very close to Melissa, as the blonde's face flushed with embarrassment, indicating she was right. "I mean you totally still have a guy's appetite, and you don't even know what your own bra size, let alone how bra sizing works," she went on. Melissa just stood there in shock, embarrassed that Tiffany had found out and unable to lie about it. "Oh it's nothing to feel bad about," Tiffany told Melissa, practically purring as she rubbed herself against Melissa. "You just need someone to help you is all. To the dressing room," she said, holding up an assortment of bras in different colors and sizes in one hand, while guiding Melissa back towards the area with her. In the dressing room, Melissa completely fell into submissive mode, as Tiffany tried the different bras on her. It was almost like her past year as a mannequin, but much more enjoyable with Tiffany instead of the other witch. "Mmm, I think this bra has just the right amount of support and lift," said Tiffany, as she squeezed both of Melissa's breasts in her hand gently. "Yesss," Melissa sighed happily, as Tiffany began circling around her, stopping just behind her, as Melissa felt a trail of soft kisses on the back of her neck and shoulders. Melissa could barely contain herself. "Tiffany..." she begged. "Please, Tiffany can I come home with you? I don't have anywhere to stay.. I wouldn't ask otherwise.. please." Only a half lie this time- the part she didn't tell her was that she desperately wanted to be with Tiffany. "Of course," answered Tiffany. "We will pay for these and head home then" That night in bed, Melissa lay in bed facing Tiffany. Dressed in her new bra and panties, Melissa felt a lot happier than she had in a long time- though she was sure that both her new body and Tiffany's company had something to do with it. "Can I ask you something?" Melissa asked, their faces illuminated by only moonlight. "You already did, but go ahead," Tiffany teased. "You're such a butt," Melissa said rolling her eyes. "Anyway.... how many witches are there in this town? There's you and the witch who owns the store..." "You call me names then you ask me about being a witch," Tiffany noted, her finger circling the outline of Melissa's nipple. "Are you sure that's a good idea?" Melissa blushed. "Sorry... but I'll take my chances given that you already seem a lot nicer than the other witch." "There are more of us than you think, but we're definitely still a minority. Some of us use magic here and there and try to make a living by adapting to the way everyone else does. Some are very good at using magic to make a living because they refuse to adapt. The other witch sounds like the second type.... especially from the spell she used on you... she's used to getting her own way, and her magic helps her do it." "Oh." Melissa was quiet for a second. "What else are you going to do with me?" she asked suddenly. "What else am I going to do with you?" Tiffany repeated, raising an eyebrow. "Well let's see what you can do first." Tiffany pulled back the covers exposing both of the girl's bare legs. Tiffany wiggled her left foot and toes. "I just painted them today. A nice red for Christmas, and I must confess, yes I did use magic because I always did a horrible job by hand... do you like them?" she asked Melissa extending her foot slightly. "Yesss," Melissa answered, practically squealing in delight. "Then show me!!!" Tiffany ordered playfully. Melissa didn't need to be told twice, as she practically dove at Tiffany's feet, pampering them with kisses and gentle massages. "It's so not fair!" said Melissa after coming up for air. "You get the tiny cute feet." She let out a giggle before practically collapsing at Tiffany's feet. "Wow you're good," said Tiffany, reaching her hand down to stroke Melissa's hair. "You want to come back up here by me where its warm?" Tiffany offered. "Yes," Melissa said. Tiffany's offered sounded so inviting, as if lying beside her was for something more than just warmth- and perhaps it was as the two girls seemed to snuggle closer together and caressed each other as they fell asleep. Tiffany was already up the next day by the time Melissa finally woke up. Last night had been amazing and brought on so many new sensations that Melissa had only fantasized about. Smiling, Melissa got out of bed and wandered into the kitchen to look for Tiffany. "Morning, sweetie," said Tiffany, as she saw Melissa come in. "I made some tea." "Tea for breakfast?" Melissa asked. "I'm not a huge fan of caffeine... sorry no offense." Tiffany just smiled as she set the two steaming mugs on the table. "Oh well then you don't need to worry... there's no caffeine in here. Just herbs all natural." "Oh ok," Melissa said as she took a sip. "It's delicious... what did you say was in it?" she asked, giggling and feeling a little dazed. "Shhh... don't worry," Tiffany soothed, running her hands through Melissa's hair. "Like I told you... it's all good. Now tell me did you like last night?" "Ohh yes, of course," said Melissa, cooing softly at Tiffany's touch. "Would you like to do it again?" Tiffany asked, gently wrapping her fingers around Melissa hair. "Maybe try something more?" "Oh I would like to so much," Melissa breathed. With that, Tiffany took Melissa by the hand and guided her back to the bedroom. Once there, Tiffany opened her robe, exposing a black leather corset, garters, and lace top thight highs. Melissa just stood there mesmerized by the sight. Tiffany grabbed Melissa's hands once again and pulled her over towards the bed. Tiffany sat on the edge of bed and gestured for Melissa to sit beside her. Melissa looked longingly at Tiffany and began to gently touch Tiffany's face. Tiffany smiled and purred softly in response. "Lay down," Tiffany instructed her, stopping suddenly. Melissa did as she was told, as Tiffany lay down opposite her, her dark raven hair splashed across the white bedlinens. "Now," began Tiffany again, "I want you to remove my stockings and garters." "Yes, Tiffany," said Melissa getting right to work. "Good, very good," smiled Tifany. "Oh and one more thing, refer to me as Mistress" "Yes, Mistress," said Melissa as she slid the garters and stockings past Tiffany's legs and down to her ankles. "Now remove my panties... using only your mouth," Tiffany's brown eyes twinkling as she spoke. Without hesitation, Melissa got into position and used her teeth to ever so carefully grasp the fabric and move it downward. Once she finished, Tiffany moved her body directly over Melissa's face. "This might be... different for you if its something you've never done before," said Tiffany. "But I just want you to go with it and see how it goes." "Yes, Mistress," answered Melissa, despite her voice being a bit muffled. Melissa started to run her tongue over Tiffany's sex, gently massaging it, feeling its entirety with her mouth... over and over again. Each pass becoming more enjoyable for both girls as Tiffany started to moan and could already feel her orgasm coming on and Melissa felt herself growing wetter. Eventually, Melissa brought Tiffany to climax as she released her juices over Melissa's face, which she more than happily lapped up. Soon after, Melissa felt herself orgasm, as she squealed and moaned in pleasure. Tiffany scooted down and sat back next to Melissa, who was still laying down and smacked her on the butt. Melissa jumped in surprise. "Ow!" she squealed, clutching her bottom. "What was that for?" "Did I tell you could cum?" Tiffany asked, slapping Melissa's butt again. "No... I guess you didn't.... sorry," said Melissa blushing. "Uhhh what was the second slap for?" "Not calling me Mistress.... three times," Tiffany said with a devious smile as she playfully spanked Melissa three more times again. "Ow... nooo please no more... I'm sorry that I didn't wait for you to tell me to cum, Mistress and that I forgot to call you, Mistress," Melissa said remorsefully. Tiffany just giggled. "Ok, you're forgiven, my pet. For now," she said as she stroked Melissa's hair. "But now I want you to take a shower, get cleaned up, dressed and then meet me back in the kitchen after understood?" "Yes of course, Mistress," Melissa answered giggling too. Melissa did as she was told and found Tiffany waiting for her at the kitchen table. Tiffany looked up. "Did you enjoy today?" she asked. Melissa swallowed. "Yes, I did... Mistress. However, I have one question." "Yes?" Tiffany asked, waiting. "That tea you gave me before..... was it... well it was part of a spell wasn't it?" Melissa asked. "The tea itself didn't have anything in it to make you do those things," Tiffany explained, as if she could read Melissa's mind. "It just put you in a state of feeling very at ease.... and more open shall we say." "Oh ok," said Melissa with a nod. "I understand now." Tiffany placed her hand on top of Melissa's. "The thing to remember is that emotional bonds cannot be brought on by spells alone." Melissa just stood there. "Meaning you wouldn't have done those things with me if the bond wasn't already there... the magic just allowed you to act on those feelings." Tiffany moved her hand away and got up. Melissa was quiet for a minute. "Tiffany," she finally said. Tiffany turned around. "Yes?" she asked "I think even if you didn't use some sort of magic, I'd still do whatever you want," Melissa said with a giggle. "I was under your spell the day you saved me." Without even being told, Melissa spent the rest of the afternoon cleaning up after their little bit of fun. "I could definitely get used to this," Tiffany said, admiring the fresh linens Melissa just put on. "Housework is not my thing." "Oh," said Melissa, starting to blush. "Well I don't mind doing it... I mean after everything you've done for me... it only seems right." "If you insist," said Tiffany with a giggle. "I just usually...." She let her voice trail off. "Usually... ?" Melissa asked. "Well, use magic... y'know being a witch and all." "Ohhh..." Melissa smirked. "What happened to all that stuff about how just because you have powers doesn't mean you get to use them whenever you want?" "Well, doing chores is the exception... otherwise nothing would get done," Tiffany said, rolling her eyes. "You don't have to worry about that with me around anymore," Melissa said sweetly. Tiffany smiled. "I know," she said as she brushed some of Melissa's hair off her shoulder. "Besides if you're gonna be cleaning, I think you need the proper attire, don't you?" "Well, I..." Melissa started to giggle. "Like a sexy French maid's outfit," Tiffany suggested, as she brushed up against Melissa, running her hand over the front of Melissa's shirt, as it changed into a sexy black lacey maid's costume. "Mmm, you're so good at that," Melissa said softly as she kissed Tiffany's neck. "Glad you like it," said Tiffany, as she fingered the lace on the front of Melissa's corset. "You know I have been dressed as a maid before," Melissa began, as Tiffany looked up at her questioningly. "At the other witch's shop I mean... on display," she explained. "But I have to say this is much more enjoyable with you and as a real girl." "Then I think I might keep you like this," said Tiffany mischievously, as she ran her finger around in a swirling motion, as two tiny locks appeared around Melissa corset and around her thigh stockings. "OMG, well this might make things a bit more difficult now," said Melissa giggling. "Oh I don't think that'll be a problem," Tiffany smirked. "Just try it." Melissa did as she was told, and it was a struggle- but she enjoyed every minute of it. Melissa thought after she finished, Tiffany would've unlocked her but oddly enough she wasn't disappointed when she didn't. That night in bed, Melissa was still locked in her outfit, but Tiffany still didn't seem to have any plans of taking the locks off. "Are you enjoying your new life?" Tiffany asked as se leaned into Melissa. "Yes," Melissa said. "I already told you.... I mean some of the stuff is a little unexpected but still... I wouldn't trade it for anything." "That's good," said Tiffany. "Because.... well I've been looking for someone like you for a long tim and now...." "And now here I am," giggled Melissa. "I wanna be your little sissy bimbo pet forever." "Forever?" Tiffany asked. "Well, yeah.. I mean as long as you want me to be...." Melissa said as the locks and chains suddenly started to move and expand around both Melissa and Tiffany as they held each other. "Well, now we're bound together forever," teased Tiffany. "Or at the least the rest of the night." The next morning, Tiffany was up before Melissa once again and the lock and chains completely vanished. Melissa even wondered if she dreamed that she had been chained to Tiffany all night. "Morning love," Tiffany said, pouncing on Melissa and keeping her pinned down. Melissa gasped in surprise. "Tiffany..." she breathed. "How did you.... ?" "I'm always one step ahead of you... comes with being a witch, my love," she answered as she bent down to kiss Melissa's forehead. "I've decided I want to know absolutely everything about being a witch," said Melissa. "Ok ask me anything," said Tiffany staring down at her. "Well, first," said Melissa biting her lip, "could you please let me up?" "Fine," said Tiffany, rolling her eyes as she slid off Melissa and onto the bed beside her, smiling. "Were you born that way?" Melissa asked. Tiffany nodded. "Yep. That's how it works. You can't just become a witch, you're either born like that or you aren't. And it runs in families." Melissa got up and began to look through the closet. "So your family.... ?" "Well, it runs on my mom's side." "And how do you like learn to be a witch?" Melissa asked as she started shuffling through clothes. "My mom and gramma taught me everything... well, mostly everything. You learn a lot from reading basic spells and then you can use them for more complex stuff." "Makes sense," said Melissa, looking up. "What about.... the whole good or bad witch thing?" Tiffany sighed and sat up. "That's something most people don't get. There is no clear line between a good or a bad witch... it's how you use your magic." "So then you use yours for the good stuff," Melissa giggled. "Most of the time," Tiffany answered, her eyes sparkling. "Can I ask you something about a certain spell in particular?" Melissa asked, her voice going serious. "Well, I'll try to answer as best I can," Tiffany said slowly. "Ok," started Melissa. "Well, when the other witch turned me into a mannequin, she said the longer I was there, my family and friends would eventually forget about me.... is that really.... well is it true?" Tiffany got up and put her hand on Melissa's shoulder. "Unfortunately, yes, sweetie. Her spell was supposed to be permanent." "But now that I'm human again, does that change anything?" Tiffany shook her head. "No..... I mean no offense but no one would recognize you now... I'm guessing you don't look too much like your old self." Melissa giggled. "Like not at all. Oh ok. I get it." Tiffany wrapped her arm around her shoulder. "I'm so sorry, love. I know it must be hard and that you must miss your old life and everyone." "That's the thing," Melissa sighed. "I do... but I'm happy this way now too... and in a way I'm glad.. I mean there's no way I could explain to them that I turned into a girl via a magic spell. And I don't think there are any plastic surgeons this good... So I guess I'll just have to get used to my new life with my new mistress." Tiffany smiled. "Ok well then, come here, pet.. give me a hug." Both girls were silent as they embraced. "Can I ask you something else?" Melissa asked. "Besides that?" Tiffany teased. Melissa rolled her eyes. "Can I ask you two more things?" "What is it?" Tiffany asked. "Should I stay blonde?" Melissa asked, turning towards the mirror. Tiffany smiled. "Well what color were you thinking of?" Melissa blushed. "Maybe a little darker.. like you. And you do NOT want t know what color it was before." Tiffany ran her hands through the top of Melissa head, finger combing each strand, as it slowly changed from blonde to dark brown with golden highlights. "There we go," she said. "You like?" Melissa smiled. "It's awesome!!! Definitely cheaper than any salon.... it's a big change though... can I go back to blonde for a while?" "Sure," Tiffany shrugged. "Maybe it'll be a change for the spring then," as she ran her hands over Melissa's hair again, lightening it back to blonde. "This is definitely a less damaging way to get your color back too." "Thank you so much. Again. For everything," said Melissa, turning to face Tiffany. "And if there's anything I can do to-" "Um yeah there is actually... have you forgot our little agreement? Think fast!!" Tiffany said with a smile as she hurled a pillow at Melissa. "OMG!!!" said Melissa. "You want a pillow fight though... you're on!!!" as she picked up the pillow Tiffany threw in her direction. "That's ok... it's just extra work for my little sissy maid later," Tiffany said, in between laughs. "Hey--!" Tiffany said, as Melissa threw the pillow back at her. "Loser wears the maid outfit," said Tiffany as she tossed it back at Melissa, and then pounced on her. "Ughhh no fair!! That's cheating," said Melissa with a giggle. "Maybe," said Tiffany, "but you look sooo cute in that outfit anyway so why mess with a good thing?" "I was thinking," Melissa said later that day. "I need to get a job." "Well, that shouldn't be too hard... I mean you still are you on the inside, so you can probably get a job doing what you did before, right?" Tiffany asked. "That might be kind of hard... I mean I have nothing to go on.... all my experience is connected to my old identity. I'm like a completely new person now.... plus if the guys I used to work with saw me now....." "They'd totally want a piece of you," Tiffany teased, a tiny hint of jealousy in her voice. "Ughhh that's gross!!" said Melissa, turning away and blushing slightly. "Wait," Tiffany began. "Are you saying you're not into guys?" "Not really," answered Melissa. "I mean you just said I'm still me on the inside... the spell didn't change that much." "So you're a lesbian," Tiffany said with a giggle. "Um pretty much," said Melissa. "You couldn't figure that out after..... everything?" "Oh... whatever," Tiffany said dismissively, smacking Melissa's butt. "Anyway, maybe you could look for a job at the mall? And while we're there we could get you some more clothes." "I'm definitely gonna need to start rebuilding my experience so I may as well start somewhere," Melissa reasoned. "And you know I'm always down for shopping." She turned to face Tiffany and noticed a slight mischievous twinkle in her eyes. "Wha-? I know that look," Melissa said quietly. "Oh I was just thinking," said Tiffany. "We do a little lingerie shopping too. At a certain store." Melissa's smile disappeared instantly. "I knew you were up to no good! Tiffany, that's asking for trouble!!!" Tiffany rolled her eyes. "Don't be so dramatic. That store is hella creepy but I doubt anything bad is gonna happen if we go there," as she turned to face the mirror and began adjusting her hair. "Yeah because we're not going," Melissa said, noticeably pouting, her arms folded. Tiffany raised an eyebrow. "You telling me what to do... that's a switch." "I'm serious, Tiffany," Melissa said, sitting down on the bed. "You know I love shopping with you and I'd never turn that down but please.... I can't go back there." "Melissa, she can't do anything to you. I'll be with you the whole time," said Tiffany, meeting Melissa's eyes in the mirror. "I'm not so sure," Melissa muttered. "Melissa!!!" Tiffany said, turning to face her. "Tiff... you don't understand. You weren't trapped there as prisoner like I was, and trust me- you wouldn't want to be. You don't know what she's capable of... she's a witch and you're a witch but you pretty much said yourself before that the kind of witch you are depends on how you use your magic. I think after what she did to me- we can both agree that she doesn't use hers for anything good." "How about this?" Tiffany started. "I'll go there by myself, just to prove to you that nothing bad will happen and then next time-" "Tiffany-no!! Are you even listening?? Please!!! You can't... I don't think I'd ever forgive myself if something happened to you and I wasn't there to protect you." Tiffany gave Melissa a quick hug before heading out. "Well, if it makes you feel better you can just stay home... I promise nothing'll happen, and you'll get some new lingerie out of the deal too so you really-" "Hey wait," Melissa started to interrupt as Tiffany turned around and gave her a weird look. "Melissa, nooo!!" Tiffany started to protest as Melissa caught her off guard and pounced on her, pinning her to the floor. "Guess you can't leave now after all," Melissa said grinning. "You're being such a pain," said Tiffany as she struggled to throw her off. "Maybe but if it means keeping you safe," said Melissa as she kept Tiffany in place, who was now smacking Melissa's butt in an effort to get her off. "Get off!! Come on, you're heavy you know? You're getting fat," Tiffany teased. "Please?" Melissa gasped jokingly. "OMG take that back!! I'm not fat," as she started to tickle Tiffany. "Melissa... nooo please," Tiffany begged in between fits of giggles. "Please... just let me up." "Maybe," the blonde said, leaning in forward. "On one condition though- you have to promise you won't go back to the store, deal?" Tiffany rolled her eyes, though she was still laughing. "Ok fine, you bimbo... I won't." Well, promises were meant to be broken, thought Tiffany. And witches didn't exactly have the best reputation for being trustworthy. For the rest of the day, Melissa wouldn't let Tiffany out of her sight, and so Tiffany had to wait until early the next day to sneak out to the mall. It was really a silly argument but Tiffany was determined to prove to Melissa that nothing bad would happen if she went to that store. It was a few days before Christmas and for the most part, the mall was packed- with the exception of the lingerie store. Of course the store was still filled with mannequins- minus one in the display window where Melissa had been. "Ok so far nothing too weird," Tiffany noted to herself, as she entered the store. Although as soon as she did, she immediately felt a cold shiver and dozens of pairs of plastic eyes staring at her. It really was kind of creepy and she wanted to leave, but not before she got something for Melissa. Tiffany started to head for the back of the store towards the corsets when she heard footsteps behind her. "Oh so it's you," said a voice causing to Tiffany to quickly turn around where an older woman dressed in all dark clothing stood. "I've been looking forward to meeting the young little witch who got in the way." "I...." Tiffany started to say, but couldn't finish. "It's a shame that your mother never taught you how rude it is to undo someone else's spell," the older witch continued. "You really should be taught a lesson." Tiffany could feel hear heart beating faster now and her survival instincts kicking in. "No!!!" she said backing away. She wanted to run but the witch was blocking the exit. "What's the matter, Tiffany?" the witch asked. "Afraid to use your magic to fight back?" "How did you know my name?" Tiffany asked, trying not to let her fear come through her voice. "I know everything, Tiffany," the witch said, stepping closer to her. "And I must say it takes a lot of nerve and foolishness to come back here... that seems to be the problem with the younger generation of witches today." Tiffany was desperately trying to figure out how to get out. Should she make a run for the exit? She had to. Just as Tiffany started to dash out past the witch, she felt a zapping pain hit her legs as they grew completely weak and numb as she toppled over. Tiffany felt the numbness travel up her entire body as she grew stiffer and felt completely helpless. The witch laughed as she walked over and picked Tiffany back up. "My new display mannequin," she said gleefully. "I really did think you would be more of a struggle, being a witch yourself but clearly I overestimated you." Tiffany quickly realized what was happening... she was stuck as a mannequin now and at the other witch's mercy. This wasn't good. She couldn't use magic at all now. "As you may have noticed," the witch continued, "there's a vacant space available right upfront for a new mannequin.... I really do need it to complete my holiday display." "Nooooo!!" Tiffany wanted to scream. She wasn't in any hurry to figure out what that meant. "My last mannequin was displayed in a delightful elf costume but since both she and the outfit seemed to have vanished, I'll have to come up with something even better for you," said the witch, her voice dripping in what seemed like joy, as if she really was enjoying this. 'She's crazy,' Tiffany thought. "No, not crazy," said the witch. "I just don't like others stealing what's mine... and don't look so surprised, Tiffany... you should know that I can hear my captured's thoughts.... didn't you learn anything at all from spell practice?" "You're horrible.. no even worse, evil," said Tiffany. "I saved Melissa.... you tried to take her life away by turning her into an object for stealing. You use your magic for pure selfishness." "Oh, don't act so innocent, missy," laughed the witch. "I have seen you use your magic for some selfish pleasures in the past few days. I gave Melissa what she always wanted when I turned her into a mannequin..." "No you didn't!!" Tiffany hissed. "She hated being here. She didn't wanna spend the rest of her life on display... she just wanted to be a normal girl... I did that for her!!" "My, my so feisty aren't we?" laughed the witch. ""You'll learn soon though, just like Melissa, that it's best not to fight me and just take your punishment, dear." The witch laughed at her choice of own words. "My deer..... I know what to do with you now, love.... with you and your doe eyes....." The witch walked away for a few brief seconds, leaving Tiffany wondering what she had planned for her. "There you are!!" said the witch returning with a red corset, lace top thigh highs, and reindeer antlers. "No no no!"! Tiffany begged. At this point she'd take Melissa's elf costume. "Is all this humiliation really necessary?" Tiffany said as she helplessly stood there while the witch dressed her. "Nonsense!!" answered the witch. "You young ones simply have no holiday spirit!!" "You're never going to get away with this!!" Tiffany fought back. "Melissa already knows all about this so-." The witch cackled evilly. "Melissa!!! That's the best I've heard yet.... don't be ridiculous.... Melissa will not be coming back here anytime too soon, this you already know. And the same rule applies to you.. the longer you're gone, eventually you'll be magically erased from everyone's memory.... even your own family of witches, even Melissa." Tiffany was stunned. That couldn't be true and yet she knew it was. No one in her family had any reason to come here so they'd never find her, and Melissa was so adamant about not coming back here... it was hopeless. "My, you certainly are in a mess aren't you?" the witch said. "But at least you have forever to think about it." "Nooooo!!" Tiffany hated this..... she just wished she'd listen to Melissa who she'd probably never see again. Back at home, Melissa was finally waking up, even though it was already after one. Tiffany was out of bed already, and that was nothing new. Until Melissa remembered their conversation yesterday. A pang of worry made Melissa get up and look for her, hoping she'd be in the kitchen. She wasn't, but there was a note from her that made Melissa practically jump out of her skin, as she read it. "I've gone shopping love... you can't stop me, but look on the bright side you'll have some new lingerie to wear." "Please don't do anything stupid, Tiff," Melissa thought. Shopping for lingerie could mean anywhere, it didn?t have to be- oh heck, it was Tiffany, of course that?s where she was. Melissa got ready as quickly as she could and made her way to the mall... maybe Tiffany was right all along and was completely fine, but Melissa had to find her first. An hour or so had passed in the mall, and all Tiffany felt was more embarrassment. An elf was one thing... a reindeer.... it was too much. The witch came back in after lunch, humming merrily. "Oh, Tiffany.... are you enjoying your new life so far?" Tiffany couldn?t take anymore- being forced into submission and helpless like this. "I hate you for doing this to me!! Is your life so pathetic that you have to fill it with mannequins so you?re not alone?" The witch only smiled. "Oh on the contrary, I do prefer their company as they are so much more well-behaved and quiet than their human counterparts." She tapped Tiffany on the nose. "You, I can see however, needs a little more.... smoothing out." Tiffany wanted to cringe at her touch. What more could she do to her? "I was right in originally assuming you?d be a challenge," said the witch. "But what you have yet to realize is this is not the worst I could do to you." Tiffany was confused. "I?m trapped as a mannequin, in a stupid outfit and I can?t use my magic..." The witch shook her head. "Nah uh uh, my dear. You fail to see my generosity in putting you on display... I could always have you put in storage for a while or recycled...." "OMG stop... you can?t!!" Tiffany begged. "I wouldn?t want to have to. The choice is yours.. let?s see how you do," said the witch, patting Tiffany on the shoulder. Melissa finally got to the mall and braced herself for what she was dreading. The closer she got to the store, the more she could feel something was wrong.... and as soon as she got to the outside of the store, her feelings were confirmed. "Omg noooo," Melissa whispered, touching Tiffany?s arm, as tiffany felt a wave of love come over from her Melissa?s touch. "Why? I told you not to come back here. Why did you have to-?" Melissa stopped suddenly as the witch appeared behind her. "Planning on stealing from me again?" the witch asked. Melissa turned around. "Let her go!!!!" "Or you?ll do what exactly?" said the witch in an amused tone. Melissa looked up at Tiffany longingly, then back at the witch. "I...." "Let me make you an offer," said the witch. "No, Melissa, don?t fall for it!!!!" Tiffany desperately wanted to say. "I?ll give you her back... if you do as I say for the entire afternoon." Melissa raised an eyebrow. "Well.. what would I have to do? You mean cleaning.. I can do that." The witch laughed. "Oh no, my dear... don?t be so na?ve. Let?s head to the back and I?ll show you and you?ll understand." The witch beckoned towards Melissa. Tiffany wasn?t sure exactly what the witch was planning but she knew whatever she was offering was a trick. Feelings of guilt washed over her as she knew this was her fault. Melissa kissed Tiffany?s hand before letting go of her arm and following the witch. Once they go to back room, the witch closed the door. Melissa could barely see anything at all until the witch turned on a light switch near the wall. The room was mostly empty, except for a few boxes along with plenty of cobwebs and dust. It was about as creepy as the rest of the store, Melissa decided. "You are quite the good little sub," the witch commended. "I?ve seen you in action. If you can survive what I have in store for you tonight, you can have your little witch back. But be forewarned this is not going to be an afternoon of Tiffany?s childish games for you." Melissa stepped back. "Wait what do you-?" Before Melissa could say anything else, the witch snapped her fingers and two identical burly men in front of Melissa. Melissa let out a squeak of fear. "No please... I can?t," her voice and body both trembling. "Now, now we have a deal remember?" the witch said. Melissa gave a half nod before she found herself pushed to the ground on all fours. One of the men positioned himself directly behind her while the other stood in front of her. The witch stood between them both, observing the whole thing. Melissa looked up at the witch pleadingly, as she saw the witch whisper something to each of them men, and all of them laughed looking down at her. When she least expected it, Melissa felt her backside get rammed, as she yelped in surprise. Another thrust, and she let out another cry. It felt painful, but oddly enough she sort of felt pleasured by it. But then immediately disgusted, realizing she felt that way. Another push, and Melissa thought she was going to break. It was too much, Melissa couldn?t help herself as she started to moan. "What a good little slut," said the witch. Melissa looked up. "No..." was all she could squeak out before she felt herself get rammed again. The witch motioned to the second man, who unzipped his pants, revealing his massive 11. 5 cock. Melissa assumed that his twin?s was just as big, from the feeling of it. He knelt down in front of Melissa. "Suck it, slut!" he commanded. Melissa didn?t want to but she knew she had no choice and so she went to work with the nasty deed. And it was nasty as both men rammed her from both ends, she could barely keep up. Having a strong gag reflex didn?t help either as she tried to suck deep but felt like throwing up. Finally after a few minutes which felt like hours, both men at the same time reached their climax- spraying Melissa in a bath of cum. This was by far the worst part, as her face, clothes and her hair were caked with it. Melissa sat up, feeling tiny as both of the men got up and looked her over. One spit in her face, while the other reached out and smeared the cum around her face, completely ruining her makeup as it mixed with mascara tracks. "Stop it!" she whined in a tiny voice. One of the men pushed Melissa on her back. "What did you say, you little sissy slut?" causing her to yelp in surprise. "I think she needs to be taught another lesson," his twin said, as the first man held Melissa down. "That?s enough, boys!" said the witch. "Let her go!!" Within an instant the two men vanished as quickly as they appeared. Melissa put her hand to her head, feeling dazed. The witch was standing by the exit, looking ready to leave. Melissa stood and followed her out. "My goodness, Melissa... you certainly look a mess," said the witch as she looked at the cum stains on Melissa?s clothes and lifted a tangle strand of Melissa?s hair which was now damp and matted. "Yeah," Melissa muttered, still feeling out of it. "I feel so sore and tired." "Sure you do," the witch said in a soothing voice, placing her hand on Melissa?s shoulder. "You should go home and get some rest, take a shower...." "I definitely need a shower," Melissa agreed. She looked around the store blearily at all the mannequins who just stared back at her with blank expressions. "Wait- mannequins?" Melissa started saying, her mind trying to piece things back together. "The mannequin in the window!!!" Melissa rushed over to where Tiffany was, knowing that the mannequin had some kind of importance but couldn?t remember what. "Oh you don?t need to worry about that," said the witch coming over. "It's just another mannequin." "Just a mannequin," Melissa repeated. "Melissa, no!!! Don?t do this!" Tiffany thought suddenly realizing what was happening. "Don?t let her get inside your head and control you." Melissa gave Tiffany another glance, still unsure. "Please," Tiffany begged. "It's just a mannequin, my dear," said the witch a final time, placing both her hands on Melissa?s shoulder, her tone revealing obvious annoyance. Melissa flinched slightly and turned away from Tiffany- and in that moment Tiffany could feel her own heart break inside of her. "Melissa....." she wanted to call out so badly but couldn?t. It was hopeless.. she really was stuck like this forever now, and the other witch had won. Tiffany wanted to cry, and even though it was probably just her imagination, she felt a single warm tear making its way down her plastic cheek. Maybe it really was real because Melissa saw it too just by chance as she glanced back one more time. "But mannequins can?t cry..." Melissa said, touching Tiffany?s cheek, and catching the tear as everything suddenly came back to her. "Tiffany!!!!" Melissa said, hugging her close as she finally remembered. "I?m so sorry, my love," she said, starting to cry too now. "You have to turn her back now!!" Melissa told the witch, still holding onto Tiffany. The witch just looked at her, unwavering. "Excuse me?" "You said if I did as you said you?d change her back!!" Melissa said, trying not to cry. "So now you have to help me!!" The witch laughed. "Oh Melissa, you misunderstood... I never said I?d change her back... I said you could have her back... and that?s what you?ll get. You can have her back, just as she is." "Nooo! I have to- oh I?m sorry, Tiffany," Melissa said sobbing now, caressing Tiffany?s face. She looked into her eyes which seemed to still hold all their usual passionate emotion that Melissa loved so much, and suddenly felt the compulsion to kiss her frozen lips. Tiffany started to feel less stiff- a lot less stiff. She felt herself take a deep breath, as she hugged Melissa back and practically fell into her arms. "Hey love," Tiffany said as Melissa quickly caught and steadied her. "You?re ok!!" Melissa said completely surprised. "How did this happen? I didn?t do anything did I?" "Didn?t you ever read fairytales growing up?" Tiffany teased. "True love?s kiss," as she kissed her back. "OMG!!! It's just like Snow White!!!" said Melissa giggling. Tiffany pulled back slighty. "Um love," she said with an awkward laugh. "No offense, but you kind of need a shower. What happened?" she asked as she tried to run her hand through Melissa?s hair which seemed hopelessly tangled and sticky. Melissa sighed and rolled her eyes. "Yeah I know. Long story. Umm but at least I have you to help me... because I think I really need it." "I?m sorry to break up this happy little reunion," interrupted the witch, who?d been standing there. "But you both are not about to walk out of here unpunished." Melissa stepped in front of Tiffany, who rolled her eyes. "God, when are you going to give up already? You lost... your magic can?t beat true love- that?s what saved Melissa and me both times- so game over." The witch for once didn?t have her usual sickly smile on, but instead looked angry. Like she was outsmarted and wasn?t happy about it. "Careful, Tiff," said Melissa as she stepped back and placed a hand on her shoulder. "What else can she do to us?" Tiffany asked. "Umm I think we just spent all day seeing firsthand what she can do... don?t tempt her," Melissa warned. "That mannequin bit is seriously getting old," Tiffany said rolling her eyes. "If one of us gets turned into one again, then so what? We know how to break the spell now... besides aren?t you forgetting something? I?m a witch." "Unless we both get turned into mannequins at the same time," said Melissa. "Enough!" shouted the witch. "This particular exchange about my magical abilities has been quite interesting but I must agree, it is time to step things up." Melissa grabbed Tiffany?s hand and squeezed. "Please, love," she whispered. "I hope you can beat whatever she tries to throw at us now." "Yes, Tiffany," said the witch. "I?d like to see how you get out of this one. Grab her!!" It took Tiffany a few seconds to understand who the witch was talking to when she realized it was Melissa, who grabbed her from behind. "Wha-?" Tiffany gasped, trying to put together what was happening. "What are you doing?" "I?m sorry, love," said Melissa. "This isn?t me... I don?t want to do this but I can?t help it." "But you can?t let her control you!" said Tiffany, desperately trying to get out of Melissa?s grasp. "You have to try to fight it!!" "Hold her still," the witch instructed. "I have had enough of watching this little spoiled brat?s amateur use of magic- if you won?t use your magic properly then you won?t have it!" Melissa gasped. "Can she do that? I didn?t think it was possible that a witch could take another witch?s powers away." Tiffany shook her head. "Not unless... she?s more powerful than we thought. There?s a Royal order of witches that?s very old and extremely powerful, and they can strip other witches of their magic at will. I knew there were some members left... I just didn?t think..." The witch smiled again. "Surprise surprise, Tiffany. Looks like you did do your homework after all. Keep her from moving, Melissa." Tiffany continued to try to struggle free, surprised at Melissa?s strength. "Please don?t let her do this!" Melissa kissed Tiffany?s neck softly. "I?m sorry sweetie... you know I?d never do anything to hurt you on purpose." Tiffany leaned into Melissa. "It?s ok, love.. I know. The fact that she?s using you to get to me is just because she knows it?ll hurt more coming from you." The witch got into position and began to say a spell. "No!!" said Melissa, and at the very last second pushed Tiffany out of the way, as the two fell on the ground. Laying side by side, Melissa?s arm still around her, Tiffany slowly started to sit up. "Melissa," she whispered, nudging her gently. Melissa opened her eyes and dropped her arm, letting Tiffany go. "I told you I wouldn?t let her hurt you." Tiffany smiled. "Thanks, honey."