The cracking of a fireplace slowly wakes you up. You feel nothing but softness underneath you but a little breeze on your chest area. You realize you are wearing nothing but your underwear and you bolt to your senses fully awake, you are in a huge soft white bed for a checkered bedroom with a fireplace. Aurora is lying in front of it on a purple rug wearing another set of clothes that looked distinctly...normal. White socks and long light blue jeans, a long sleeved purple shirt. There was a bottle of wine inside a wicker basket next to her and she drank some of it in a crystal glass. Her face seem plain, in comparison to when you first met her, and in her other hand she held a small piece of paper, she looked at with something of a bored yet nostalgic face.
"Sorry..." - she says to you without looking. "Once you go through what I went through you get these...urges."
"...I don't wanna go through what you went through." - you say, feeling suddenly real worried.
"Well good for you, sexy boy..." - she snaps putting the paper down and looking right at you. "You wanna know what it's like to get turned into this?" - she gestures to her body with both her arms. "It's not cool, it's embarrassing as it is scary and it's something I've come to not wish on my worst enemy."
She grabs the basket and stands up walking up to you. Once up to you she shows you the paper she was looking at, it was a small picture of a white woman with short blond hair wearing a blue long sleeved buttoned shirt. She sits next to you and points at it. "Before..." - and then points at herself. "...after."
"Jesus Christ..."
"Yeah and you don't know the half of it, never go inside their cars...but anyway, let's get back to you, now that you know what happens to people here, do you know just how coveted a plain guy like you is? No joke, all the girls locked and transformed here with me HATE the guys here..." - she reaches out for another glass of wine and starts filling it up. "So you have to excuse my behavior, I mean not only do you get a new instinct to act like Saturday morning cartoon character, but again, urges. A plain guy like you is simply irresistible and we have this need to make the most of it before they become just another annoying goofball."
"It's-it's okay, look, is there a way out of here?" - you say as she hands you the glass and you accept without noticing as you are entranced by her. She slowly moves her head toward yours and you look at each other intently for a long moment, she then closes her eyes and gives you an Eskimo kiss with her red nose and turns back. "No..." - she plainly answers with an uninterested look away from yours sipping on some wine. You feel a bit shocked but still smitten by her presence.
"But don't worry, you stay here and I'll make sure you stay as normal and sexy as you are right now. And I'll look into it. Who knows, maybe there's a way out without you getting turned into anything..." - she turns at you again and smiles.
She then reaches for your crotch and sensually waves her body back to yours as she rubs it around, you're still too shocked to do anything about it. "You know, you're gonna like it here. I've seen how we girls can please you normies good up to before you get careless and clowned. This might be a paradise for you, I mean just think: just you, and little old me as your very own very personal clown. Making you laugh every day, acting stupid just for you, and doing things I am positively sure your girlfriend could never accomplish in bed..."
"A-a-are you trying to cast another spell on me?!" - you sadly reply, scared stiff.
"Oh you mean the witch thing? Yeah it's part of the new me so don't worry about that, I'm actually as adorable and goofy as the rest of them and..."
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