For a long moment, Adie was braced against the counter, grimacing as she anticipated a wave of changes turning her into some completely mindless near-copy of Anna. It had, after all, been quite fast-acting in the case of Terri, Niamh, and Raize. She could feel its magic set to work now, burning away at her body... but she was still mostly herself as she looked down, no physical changes yet, not even a sensation of her age shifting. Confusion reigned until it occurred to her what was happening: the potion started by stripping away magical alterations, needing time to work through any such changes or enchantments before the sluttification additive could alter her baseline form.
And Adie had a lot of magical alterations. A few centuries' worth of face lifts alone, plus a million other small enchantments and permanent castings of various wards and protections, all presenting an enormous barrier for the potion to work through. Reducing her down to an unaltered and malleable state, a process that took mere moments for others, would require whole minutes. It might be just enough time, in fact, for Adie to request some assistance... and to make sure that, once her mind was truly gone, the chances of herself or any of the others doing something stupid and catastrophic would be minimized.
First thing's first, the potion shelves - always the most dangerous section of the store when bored, horny idiots happened to be present. She rushed as she felt her protections against magical incursion being stripped away, stuffing every vial and jar into a mystical bag much larger on the inside than it was on the outside. It'd serve to hold the collection of powerful alchemical mixtures, thus preventing someone like Anna - or worse, herself - from being able to access them. A good thing too that she began with this - a minute later, she could feel herself weakening ever so slightly as the potion began to attack the enchantments which kept her in a young-ish physical state.
She hurried over to throw the bag into a chest in the back, casting a spell to place a mystic lock onto the crate... and then casting one more quick incantation to wipe the combination from her mind. Opening the chest would now require a bit of magical lockpicking finesse, hopefully slowing down any attempts by a bimbofied Adie to open it back up. Not foolproof by any means, and there were still other artifacts she had no time to lock up, but it was at least something. With any luck, she'd be unable to access it before the help she was about to call managed to arrive and work out a solution... assuming said help didn't tell her to fuck right off.
Because as she staggered over to grab the shop's old-style cordless phone, her skin and bones aging by the moment, Adie was unsure how this would go. She and her younger sister were far from being on good terms; Eva had only nasty words for the old witch the last time they'd spoken, casting condemnation on her store and her practice of selling powerful transformatives to mortals. She might have had a point, given the current predicament. Yet there was nobody else to call upon - few of the witches and sorceresses had any extensive experience with bimbofying effects, and fewer still were willing to give her the time of day. She let out an old woman groan as the phone rang and rang, fianlly coming up with a voicemail message.
In an increasingly decrepit voice, she rattled off the quickest possible explanation, her ragged old lady lungs being drained by the effort. She rattled off the exact ingridients she'd prepared her mixture with, plus exactly what Anna and Raize had ended up dumping into the cauldron to alter the intended effects. Her eyes trailed over to the large black container and the pink liquid still contained within... and the final words of her message took an entirely different course, as a potential way to prevent herself from being able to muck about too badly with the various artifacts and occult trinkets scattered about the shop popped into a mind still sharp, despite centuries of wear and tear and imminent sluttification.
"Eva.. I'm going to try something stupid." She let out a breathless laugh. "You'll know it when you see it." There was another brief pause. "I love you... and I'm sorry."
With that, she hung up the phone and stepped towards the cauldron, slipping off her dress as she approached the huge bowl of bubbling pink liquid. With how heavily Anna had been sampled, a ladle's worth of liquid drunk down would be enough to transform her into a woman more Anna than Adie... but she might be able to override that. With trembling hands she grasped a knife and stepped up to the only other witch here, Niamh, grasping a long, bountiful braid of that luscious red hair and chopping it right off. The girl was distracted with making out with Terri, occasionally moaning and professing love for the Asian girl, thus not noticing as Adie brought the hair back over to the cauldron and dunked it inside.
She could feel the final vestiges of her personal enchantments being stripped away as the liquid began to broil and shift, the pink color rapidly changing to a shamrock green as Niamh's essence rapidly and completely overpowered Anna's. Already she was starting to lose her age, mercifully regaining some strength as her body hurtled towards the cheerleader's hourglass physique. Too fast and strong for just sipping the newly-altered liquid to be enough; with a deep breath, she made a silently prayer to Saint Chariot before using her newly-youthful strength to hurl herself into the cauldron, curling up into a ball once completely submerged. Instantly the liquid began to seep into her body, entering through her pores, mouth, eyes, and any other ingress to start altering her - she could only hope it would put her into a state that would aid their current predicament.