She was the black witch. The last witch alive, which suited her just fine, it only meant she was a chicken hawk in a hatchery. She had no grand plans, no desire to rule the world or even a small chunk of it. She only wanted what the ancient spirits who granted her her magic so long ago wanted, amusement.
The watching spirits had placed the witch in a sleep under the surface of the earth, for when others like her were no more, and nothing would stand in the way of their amusement. Now that time had come, and it was time to sat their whims once again through their avatar in the mortal plane. 'Awaken black witch, it's time for fun and games again.'
While the witch had been physically out of touch for centuries, her dreaming mind had wandered the world, observing but unable to do anything. So she was quite aware of the existence of fire arms, tasers, atomic bombs, cell phone cameras, and the like. But some minor perception magic and minimal reality distortion would take care of that.
The witch rose from the ground like a ghost in the stone coffin that had been her home for eons, her body breathed again, and felt the sun again for the first time in hundreds of years... She frowned when she saw The watching spirits, had chosen an ALLEY WAY as the place for her to rise and begin her entertainment of them again.
Well, she could make due. Her dress was a couple hundred years of out of style, and to keep things interesting, the spirits had made it so herself was the one thing she couldn't use her magic on (and she couldn't resurrect the dead sadly). Time to go shopping (money wouldn't be THAT much of an issue).
She spotted a homeless man sitting inside a cardboard box, waiting for his next hand out for a chance to drink himself into the oblivion he craved.
The black witch gazed at him. Might as well start. The homeless man stood up like a clockwork doll against his will, and shuffled in front of the black witch, unable to speak.
The changes were not very elegant, but the black witch wasn't that interested in elegance. The homeless man became shorter, his skin smoother, his hair became long and comely, his features softened and his beard vanished. Then his chest expanded, and his scruff clothes shifted into a classic maid's uniform, but this wasn't enough for the black white, and a black cat's tail came up from under the skirt as a pair of triangle cat ears formed on top of the new maid's head. The witch aded some enchantments so she could function without eating or sleeping. A gold bell formed around her neck. She stared again in a daze.
"Maid."
"Yes Mistress," she said accepting it as her name and station and bowed.
Some self replenishing cleaning equipment formed at the maid's flat top shoed feet.
"Clean this alley way until it sparkles."
Maid bowed again. "Yes Mistress!" Maid obeyed without a second thought. Maid couldn't care less about her previous life or self. No one who looked down the alleyway didn't feel any surprise or alarm at seeing a cat girl maid cleaning.
Leaving her behind, the black witch stepped out. Seeing a whole city full of humans to change to her amusement and that of her master's.
She glanced and saw a teenage couple, a large chested blond woman in scantly clothes to a young man carrying text books and her ticket to not doing homework.
The two seemed to slow down in time, no one around them noticing. The woman's side became pink plastic, her beasts began even larger, her nipple much more pronounced. Her clothes vanished, and a valve appeared where her belly button was, followed by a merchandise tag on her rear. Her fingers and toes fused together, and her hair became bright yellow and a pat of her body as she became filled with nothing but air. The openings below the waist and her mouth became identical round holes, her eyes painted on.
Time resumed for the pair, and the love doll obediently followed alongside her own, making cute squeaks as she did so. Her only thought and ideas being on how to please him and relieve any tension or stress he might have. No one on the street noticed the transformation, and none saw anything wrong with a living love doll that had never been human that was apparently animated escorting a teenage nerd.
The witch spotted a clothing store and walked across the street, having the basic knowledge on how to use a stop signal. The next poor souls to draw her attention was an elderly couple on a bench. The years melted off them along with their clothes as they began to passionately embrace each other. As their love hit its peak, they vanished and reappeared as a immobile and perfectly still bronze statue with the title 'In Love's Moment', their passion in that constant peak as their bodies were still, not giving a damn about the finite humans around them, they were immortal art after all.
Hoping her audience had been amused by this, the witch walked into the clothing store to update her look.