Almost immediately after she had sat down in the living room to wait for the woman to finish up with James, Elspeth had a change of heart. After all, James was HER human. She had paid good money for him. She liked him a lot. And the only reason he had turned into whatever it was that was making him feel so happy in the bathroom was because of the curse she had placed on him to begin with.
Not wanting to deprive James of the admittedly cute joy she had sensed radiating off of him earlier, but also not wanting to totally share him with some random woman, Elspeth quickly pondered over her options. Then, she had an idea.
Gazing along the walls, Elspeth checked different photographs that were hung up. She gazed at pictures the owner of the flat had taken, trying to decide on which form to take based on the different people shown in the pictures. To make herself look like any of them would be simple and quick for someone as well-versed in the magical arts as Elspeth. But what body to pick? And would the woman recognize her? Would she-?
Elspeth felt James’s aura spiking, his emotions reaching levels of joy that made her positively green with envy. Whatever was going on in there, she wanted to be a part of it, and now. Without thinking, wanting to just get in there and have some fun with James herself, Elspeth decided on her form.
Her hair color, face, height, weight, skin tone, body shape, and other features all changed in an instant, her sagging breasts becoming firm and shapely, her wrinkly skin turning smooth and creamy. Before she could get a chance to properly enjoy the youthful feeling that was pervading over her, Elspeth rushed over to the bathroom, her new tits jostling and bouncing softly without a bra containing them, a sensation that tickled Elspeth both literally and figuratively. Youth and good bosoms were wasted on the young, she thought.
Still clad in her witch clothes, Elspeth unlocked the door with a swipe of her hand and turned the knob.
Closer and closer James got, in what appeared to be slow motion. His mind racing, he kept his eyes wide open and prepared to be engulfed by the magnificent mounds of flesh he was entering the orbit of, appearing to Charlotte as nothing more than an inanimate bath sponge about to do its job of cleaning her chest. “Elspeth,” James thought happily. “Thank you for this.”
Suddenly, a woman entered the bathroom, and she looked exactly like.....