Chapter #5You hide in the closet! by: Tight Fit   You bounce and jiggle your way to the closet, nearly falling over from the new weight attached to your head and chest, the big skirt fluffing and swishing with your quick steps. The boots threaten to throw you forward, as you still aren’t experienced with walking in these ridiculous boots just yet, and the big pink hair spilling out from the hat whips around as you move forward. Another knock rings out on the door as you open the door to the closet wide, and your eyes go wide at what you see.
There are numerous tiny bowls of powder, crystals, liquids, and chalk markings all over the closet, spelling out some sort of bizarre language that is completely incomprehensible to you. There are circles drawn around the bowls on the floor in intricate patterns, with several lines leading out of the closet to the bed behind you, where they form a tight outline around the bed.
In the middle of the altar is a full body photo of you, taken while you were at the bar last night. What makes your heart beat is what surrounds the photo - cutouts from magazines, all of which make up your entire outfit. A cutout of a huge pink fur hat is taped above your head, with chalk inscriptions around it. The big dress is taped over your body, with similar inscriptions around it. The same goes for the cuffs, the boots, and the white lace nylons. Beside the picture are other photos; pictures of a huge pair of breasts, a huge fluffy pink wig, and another photo of you - a close up - with garish makeup painted over top of it, with big thick eyelashes around your eyes, sparkles caked on your lips, and a multitude of different pinks and purples surrounding your eyes. You gasp and shoot a hand to your face, realizing you haven’t seen what’s happened to your face yet.
Your heart pounds and you feel faint as a cold sweat breaks out on your brow. You don’t want to believe it, but this is clearly some sort of bizarre altar that was hastily constructed in the closet, and it doesn’t take a witch to know exactly what the purpose of this spell was. Somehow all of the crystals and other tokens combined with the picture of you to create the situation that you’re currently in. You give a quick panicked yank at the huge fur ball atop your head, but it stays sealed to your scalp. The outfit hasn’t been glued on you - this weird ritual seems to have SEALED it to your body, rendering it unremoveable! That doesn’t stop you from spending a few more minutes freaking out and grabbing at the outfit, futily pulling, ripping, and yanking at all parts of it. Just like before, all you wind up doing is working up a bit of a sweat as you jiggle and swish around the room, feeling the incredibly soft and fluffy outfit cling to you in an unbreakable grasp.
You settle down, breathing hard, and the outfit settles into place. After the big breasts under your collar stop jiggling and the skirt swishes to a stop, you...
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