Wicked Witchery

Chapter 2
Witch hat and serpent tail

Speechless he was looking at her, baffled, not believing she actually kissed him on the lips. The last time a girl kissed him on the lips had been in kindergarten.

Kayla was amused, oh to warp this boy’s mind and bend it to her will without him realizing it.

She stood up, putting her witch hat on the table and looked at Rob. She had to admit, he looked kind of cute now with that hair.

“Um, where’s the bathroom?” She asked.

“follow me” He answered as he got up, his hair that went to his waist felt heavier than he remembered it. However, there were more urgent business to do than ponder on the weight of hair. They went to the welcome hall and walked up the stairs up to the first floor. Rob walked to the third door and opened it.

With a smirk and the urge to giggle she entered it and locked the door behind her.

Rob walked downstairs again and stopped before a small mirror to see his reflection. Something about his image was off, he couldn’t point a finger on it though. The thing you knew was wrong but just couldn’t remember what was wrong.

He walked to the fridge, took a glass and then discovered a grave mistake in his presentation toward her! He didn’t offer her a drink.

Instead of taking one glass he took two and pondered what drink to put in. He opened the fridge, what made his choices a lot more convenient as there was only one; the well known cola.

In the meanwhile Kayla was standing before the mirror, not to see her exceptionally marvelous sight but to do something totally different. She knocked three times on the mirror in a way normally preserved for doors without a doorbell. The mirror flashed a moment and then she didn’t saw her reflection anymore but was she looking at the living room.

As Rob was putting the drinks on the wooden table he had the strange feeling of being watched by someone. He looked around him but nobody could be found. He scratched his hair and fell down in the seat and waited until her return.

Kayla pondered for a moment what to do next before she grinned. Her fingers touched the mirror and she waited.

?She’s taking long’ Rob thought as he stretched his arms and yawned. The church bell began to toll as it struck six pm.

Suddenly, he was startled by a gust of wind that blew through the living room. The papers that had been on table were sent airborne. Not thinking about the wind he began to gather all the fallen papers and placed them neatly in the nearest closet.

Returning to the couch he *almost* sat down again but was prevented when he gazed at the witch hat laying on the table. For some unexplainable reason he just had to wear it. And besides, what harm was in that?

Maybe not a lot of harm, but with rather interesting results as he put it on. Rob thought he heard a laugh erupt from upstairs but dismissed it. What wasn’t neglect able was the fact that each step he took his pants felt a lot baggier then they supposed to be. Also the sleeves of his shirt just seemed to be becoming longer and wider.

“What the hel-“ he was cut off as his own voice felt alien to him. Shocked to say the least he ran to the nearest mirror to see his own reflection, forgetting to keep his pants up and as a result he tripped over his pants and shorts and felt the fabric of his now much larger looking shirt touching his bare behind. The Witch hat fell off his head in front of him and he stared at the fabric before deciding to get up again and continued it’s dash to the mirror. When he reached the mirror and saw his reflection the first thing he did was looking like someone that had seen a yellow-teethed with open flesh skinned ghoul wearing a tiara.

However, it was not that he had seen, what he saw was the cute reflection of a seven old year, freckled boy with long curled hair.

“What the hell...?” he blinked his eye.

“no way...” he merely said to confirm the tone of his voice. A tone he hadn’t heard in years.

A long time he hadn’t to really think about the situation as a scream was unleashed from the throat of a girl upstairs.

Clasping his hands against his ears to cover them from permanent deafness he ran upstairs, his shirt coming to his ankles, feeling awkwardly naked.

He stopped dead in his tracks as he saw Kayla, she definitely was younger as well but not as young as he was now. She seemed to be around twelve. However, that wasn’t the reason he looked like he had seen a alien. Besides she was younger she also had a long, smooth, wet looking green tail swishing.

“What happened?” they both said at the same time.

“I-I-Don’t know. I was just wanted to go back downstairs when my clothes felt baggy. And when I looked in the mirror this huge “thing” shot through my jeans.” She was holding her jeans with her two hands up, looking much too big on her.

“I was putting that witch had one and not much later this is the result.” Rob pointed to his too large shirt. It’s neck so wide it was exposing his left shoulder.

“My witch hat?” Her voice sounded concerned but within she was having the time of her life.

“Strange.”

Kayla walked to him, Rob felt really small now, she looked younger yet much bigger and much more mature then him.

“This is impossible” he muttered as he looked up to Kayla and had the urge to hug her, but resisted it.

Kayla scraped her voice and absently ruffled through his hair. “Impossible it isn’t anymore” she told him.

Rob nodded. How was this possible? Never, ever something like this had occurred in the world. Nobody can keep something like this secret he reasoned.

“what are we going to do now?” Rob asked, trying to let his voice sound mature but failing miserably.

“I don’t know sweetie”.

They walked downstairs, something that wasn’t as easy as it had been. Kayla had to keep her pants up, she already knew that the next time she would make sure she wouldn’t have the need of going down the stairs. She swished her tail, it was unexpected. She didn’t knew she would sprout a tail. It wasn’t what she had asked or wished. She wondered if she perhaps executed something wrong.

Once they were in the living room they began to theorize what could have triggered these strange changes. Kayla of course knew what the cause was of his change but she simply did like she didn’t know anything about it too.

“Maybe it’s because it’s Halloween and the moon is full.” Rob suggested.

“Maybe, but, isn’t Halloween just a commercialized event to make money off?” Kayla responded.

“I don’t know. This is too weird. And that it happens on Halloween on top of it.”

“It could be plain coincidence as well” she sighed and swirled her tail around baggy pants.

“Anyway, Rob. You have some clothes that can fit us?” Rob had forgotten all about his barely clothed self when they were discussing and he blushed, realizing she surely had seen something.

“I think so; my mom never throws something away, not even things she hates”

“That’s convenient”

“She stocks them in the garage.” Rob walked into the hall, shivering a bit and opened the door to the right that lead straight in the full packed garage.

“We don’t have a real attic so we had to find another place, the garage was unused anyway so stocking everything here was a logical choice.” Rob turned on the light and looked at the large number of cardboard-boxes and plastic bags with clothes sticking out of them.

“wow, that’s a lot of clothes” Even with all the magical knowledge and wealth that brought Kayla never saw so many clothes stacked together in one place. She could conjure her clothes, which would be much more convenient but it would blow her cover and this way she could have so much more fun with him.

“Yeah, she even has clothes from her childhood. From up to 30 years back” Rob said, remembering her mother’s talk all too well. He was kind of proud to know all of this information.

“30 years? Geez, that’s long” Kayla commented as she took one of the dusty dresses that had been lying on top of a box.

“I don’t think this will fit me” she giggled as he held the dress in front of her.

“Nah, that’s too big.” Rob laughed as he opened a box that was nearby.

“Yuck, I’ll think that one fit you” he laughed as he showed a string.

“You’re a little pervert huh?” she smiled as he blushed like a boy that had said something naughty and inappropriate.

She took the string and looked at it.

“Your mom wore this?”

“Umm, I think so. ” he responded.

“Did strings already exist then?” Kayla couldn’t believe that such things existed then.

“I dunno” a short and clear answer.

She threw the string away in the back of the garage and looked in a plastic bag.

“Oh, costumes!” Rob looked at her and saw a small and cute skunk costume. She threw it to him and saw it was around his size.

“that definitely fit you” she giggled.

“I’m not going to wear that!” he said.

“why not, if you do we can trick or treat” she suggested as she made a raccoon costume that had been too small for her moments a bit larger to fit her. Rob hadn’t seen that however.

“I’m too old for trick or treating, and I need to find a way to become older again before mom comes home” he shuddered at the thought of his mom’s reaction of him suddenly being 8 years younger.

“I don’t think you’re too old for trick or treating like this, and besides. Think of all the candy.” She giggled.

The candy seemed appealing, that was true. However, he also just could buy it in the store if he wanted too. Although, free candy...

“How will ya get in that costume with that tail” Rob wondered aloud.

“Umm, good question” Kayla had all forgotten about her tail when she had seen the costumes.

“Maybe I can curl it up in the tail section of the costume” she suggested.

“Try it” Rob looked at his own skunk costume. He vaguely remembered he ever had worn this.

“Don’t peek” she said as she unzipped the raccoon costume and stepped out of her too large pants. Rob had turned around but couldn’t resist in peeking. She had turned around as well. He felt very naughty seeing her behind and swishing tail. He turned around again when he thought she would turn again. She stepped into the costume and put her tail in the tail section. She tried to make the tail shorter with small success. However, it was now short enough to fit in the suit without problems.

She then put her hands through the sleeves and closed the zipper at the front and sneaked up to Rob and with a swift movement she took his shirt off.

“That’s for peeking” she giggled at seeing Rob covering his private area quickly, his face beaming red in embarrassment.

“Let me help you with getting into the costume"

 

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