The witch smiles a rotten, yellow smile.
"I can't maintain my pretty features without some help, my dearies," she cackles, eying each family member with her milky-translucent gaze. She zeroes in on Megan, cowering behind her father.
"Yes, the littlest one will do!"
Steve and Janet frowned, clearly disturbed by the words but not certain why.
The witch lifts her gnarled stick and points it at the twelve-year-old, and instantly a brilliant light is emitted.
"Uhhh..." Megan groans as her body begins to transform!
Her legs elongate into those of a twenty-year-old, well-toned and sleek, while her hips expand and waist shrinks. Her cut-offs, fitted for a twelve-year-old, tear and stretch as the body beneath them changes. Megan's baby-doll tee positively explodes as her budding chest suddenly swells and expands into well-sized globes. She scrambles to cover her modesty with her newly grown adult arms, and she yelps... with a deeper, far more sultry voice. Her braces pop and burst out as her teeth settle themselves into an ordered row. The young girl, formerly in the nebulous no-man's land of pre-adolescence, was now a fully formed and positively stunning young woman.
"Megan?" Steve asks his daughter, incredulous at the grown woman standing before him.
"Sis?" Alan gulps, a little awed by the womanized sister now looking down at him.
"Hun?" Janet wonders, looking a little confused at the gorgeous woman that was now her daughter.
"Excellent, dearie! Thank you!" crows the witch, sounding much less hoarse and nasally. The family turned to the hag and they instantly understood why.
The witch was no longer hunch-backed, but now standing straighter. While still dressed in rags, she carried a much more dignified air about her. Her previously craggly face had smoothened considerably, her tangle nest of bone-white hair was now grey and shiny, and her milky-white eyes were now a crisp, clear blue. She widened her plumped lips and smiled with a row of somewhat less yellow teeth.
"Youth is a terrible thing to waste, young one. I've taken a few years of yours to replenish my own, in case you couldn't tell," she grinned widely at the still shell-shocked family. "Now, I feel that was a fair price for her intrusion into my home. Who's vitality shall I take next, hmm?"
Megan struggled to keep the shreds of her clothes to her body, while Alan tried his best not to leer. Steve and Janet shook their heads sadly, not sure which one should volunteer.
The witch seemed to decide. "Fine. I'll take it all at once!"
She lifted her stick to the ceiling, and a brilliant light engulfed the room...