Zack stood up and stomped over to the desk. In the two steps he took he had tranformed into a young woman who had no clue she used to be named Zack.
Ellie slammed both of her hands on the desk, giving the wizard a view down her new blouse. The WIzZARD appreciated his work. The new woman had nice, b cup breasts in a white dress shirt. Her sun bleached blonde hair was cut into a short pageboy style. She wore a dark emboidered vest over her top and a sleek black skirt that stopped just above her knees. Giving plenty of opportunity to admire her long smooth legs, which ended in an elegant pair of emerald heels.
The shoes matches the eyes, The WIzZARD thought, meeting her green irises which were narrowed in fury. She was quite fair, and he thought he would enjoy her later. But right now her ruby red lips were twisted into a sneer, exposing her pearly white teeth that seemed to snap at him with every word.
Ellie was berating him rabidly. "I want to see your manager!"
"My manager?" He asked, "I don't really have one."
"There must be someone. A council of elders. A magistrate of witches."
"If there was I would be the one leading it."
"There must be someone you listen to! This is outrageous, I have to enter a complaint, for you to enter into a contract over my body without even first consulting anyone is absurd! There must be a law against it."
"Actually there isn't, in fact unless you can use magic, your existance is at our mercy. We can rewrite reality at our convenience without ever considering mortal wishes. It's only with other wizards that we have any kind of agreement.."
"Then I want to talk to one of them! The man in charge."
"The man in charge?" The WIzZARD wryly repeated.
"The man in charge, whoever makes your decisions."
"Ah," The WIzZARD answered, standing to his full height. "I'm beginning to understand."
"Take me to see him! I'll have your head for this!" She snapped.
"Yes, I'm sure he will be more sympathetic to your wishes..."