The blaring of her phone's alarm pulled Kimberly abruptly from her dreams. Sticking an arm out from under the covers she reached out towards her phone that rested on her bedside table. Shutting the annoying sounds off she paused, groggily peering at her hand. Kimberly quickly came fully awake and sat up, throwing the covers off.
Holding her hands in front of herself, she saw they were back to normal. The light blue nail polish had vanished, she noticed the faint scar near her wrist she got from crashing her bike as a kid was back. Overall her hands didn't look quite so smooth and dainty as before either. These were definitely the arms she remembered, and the fact that she could comfortably fit them in front of her revealed that her bust had diminished to it's usual size. She looked farther down her body. Her provocative Alice costume was gone, she found herself back in her RHCP shirt and a pair of pajama shorts. Reaching atop her head she felt around for the headband, but it was gone. It looked as if the wizard had been true to his word. She felt a slight emptiness now that the aura of pleasure that the changes had brought had faded from her completely. Or had it? Kimberly curled her toes and rubbed her feet experimentally against her soft sheets. She was rewarded with an enjoyable and faintly pleasurable sensation. She wondered if it was a leftover from the headband's magics, or if she had just ignored any such inclination of pleasure from them in the past.
She smiled to herself.Either way, she thought, cracking a toe and feeling a small, blissful jolt escape the joint, I'll certainly enjoy it now.
She checked her phone again. It was nearly 7 A.M.! She'd better get herself ready, she said she and Sarah would leave at 8 to pick up her friends for the trip. Quickly hopping up from her bed, she padded to the bathroom.
Flipping on the lights and standing in front of the mirror, Kimberly Bowen took a good look at herself. While, not the storybook girl she had been last night, the face staring back at her certainly wasn't bad.
Cute. Cute was the word most people, friends and family alike, used to describe Kim. She had fairly straight chestnut brown hair that went down to just above her shoulders. Her skin was fair and she had a small row of freckles that traced underneath her eyes and across the bridge of her straight, normal sized nose. Those freckles, in combination with her deep brown eyes, tended to be what drew the 'cute' descriptions. Her lips were fairly average, not too big, not too small. Her face was squarish, with a slightly angular jaw.
Looking down at her body she saw the counter top was back at the level she was used to, which meant she must back to her respectable height of 5'8". She had a slim frame, Kimberly didn't do much in the way of exercise and so didn't have the tone figure many women her age sought dearly. Kim patted her thin midsection. Thankfully her love of sweets and non-athletic lifestyle hadn't translated into extra weight. Not that she was a total stick figure, she liked her perky B-Cup breasts and the small but pert derriere that she possessed. All in all she liked how cute she was, though she did enjoy having an hourglass figure, if only for one night.
"Well" she said, a tiny hint of sadness in her voice, "guess I'm back to being myself again." A small smile graced her features, "For now at least."
Quickly showering then throwing on some light makeup, Kimberly went out to double check that all her stuff was packed for the trip. On her desk, sitting next to the magic box, was a small rolled up scroll and wrapped parcel. Walking over and unrolling the scroll, Kimberly saw it was a letter written in a flowing script. She began to read:
"Dear Mistress Bowen,
I am glad that you enjoyed your first transformation so much. When I inspected the headband early this morning, it had quite a story to tell, with a few parts that seemed to be written by you personally. I must say that I am quite surprised. Normally it just picks one of the many preset 'Alices' at random, but you managed to alter its flow of magic slightly and input a few of your own changes. All of this during your first exposure to magic and without even having practiced a simple spell before. Quite extraordinary! I must say I haven't seen anyone with such innate magical talent since (if you'll forgive my immodesty) myself! Should you, on the other side of your adventures, find a desire to study the arcane arts, I would gladly take someone of your potential on as an apprentice. The choice is yours. Do have fun on your trip with your friends, the Box is quite a unique item. Do heed my words of warning from before however; Do not let you or any of your friends attempt to try using more than one of the Box's transformative items at a time. While some items could pair harmlessly or even favorably, the risk of highly negative transformations is quite high.
With best wishes,
Paldinoss
P.S. As a reward for your impressive first use of magic, I have made for you a gift with a simple enchantment that the headband's memory of changes ensures me that you will enjoy.
A job offer, and a gift!? This just keeps getting better, Kimberly thought. Forget university, she had a chance to study honest to god magic. Goodbye Psych Major, hello Witch!
Excitedly, she tore open the simple package. Her face fell slightly in disappointment as she beheld a pair of plain, cotton socks.
"Huh?" she said aloud. She looked back at the note the wizard had given her and then back at the socks. Well, he did say they were enchanted, she thought.
Grabbing the socks and sitting down on her bed, she pulled them over her feet.
They came to just below her ankle and were quite comfortable. Not quite as soft as the stockings last night, but better than any pair she owned. She rubbed her feet across the floor and was rewarded with pleasurable tingling, more intense than when she had woken up this morning. Humming slightly in content, she cast her mind towards the socks, to see if there was anything else they did. To her satisfaction, there was more. Slowly the socks tightened around her toes, separating them out until she had on a perfectly fitting pair of white toe socks. Still focusing on them she watched as their color darkened to black. She curled her toes and giggled at the sensation of the soft fabric rubbing between them and hugging her soles perfectly. She definitely couldn't take any item that had come from the wizard at face value.
She spent a couple minutes messing with them, changing them from normal to toe to tabi socks and back, and trying out different patterns and colors. Eventually she settled on blue and white striped toe socks. Satisfied, Kimberly threw on a white tanktop, a black pair of ankle length leggings, a brown jacket and her white, high-top Converse sneakers.
She spent the next few minutes moving all her bags to the front door, before sitting down on the couch in the common area. Kim let the other two girls know that she and Sarah would be there in half an hour. She flipped on the TV, her feet absentmindedly rubbing against the canvas of her sneakers, and waited for her roommate to come out.