Both you and Harry scream, and without asking the other, you both decide its a good time to get out of there. You stop a block away and look back. There is no sign of Samantha, or anyone.
"You okay?" you ask Harry.
"No. I'm a girl, John. That woman somehow turned me into a chick. I can't feel anything, my hair is all over my face, my breasts bounce when I run...
Harry says in a quiet voice.
You nods grimly. Harry's body has changed, but her clothes hasn't, and the sight of ill fitting clothes on her body does look rough. Probably a good thing since she does make a cute girl.
"We panicked, Harry. Maybe if we go back and ask nicely..."
"No way! She'd probably put a spell on me so I am a girl. I don't want to wear dresses, makeup and like guys" she insists, before breaking down. Instinctively, you move next to her, and place a arm around her. "Hey, it will be okay. I guess mom can do something about this. She can try and get that witch to turn you back."
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