Amy inspected me for a few moments. “Hmmm, let’s fix you up just a little bit. First, we can’t have your face on backwards,” Amy said. She snapped her fingers, and my vision immediately changed. I was looking in front of the mannequin, rather than from its butt.
“Some prefer their clothes brainwashed, but others appreciate having a human mind in their clothes. I think I’ll keep a lock on your state of mind. Then I could sell you for… maybe 4,500 credits. It seems like you can generate a decent amount of mana, after all. Plus you’re cute.”
What was she talking about? If she had the power to change where I could see, why didn’t she use it to turn me back? And was she going to sell me?
Amy snapped her fingers, and I felt myself falling. I landed onto the hard ground. My skin (or material) felt unnatural and unfit for the ground. I felt a squeeze, and saw myself getting lifted up into the air.
It seemed weird, being so light. Being held by my step-sister so effortlessly made me feel so helpless. Her hands seemed so large, and I couldn’t comprehend the difference in size between us.
“Alright, time to go, Thomas,” Amy said.
With a snap of her fingers, I found myself in a different environment. It was still a clothing store, but this time it wasn’t infinite. I could also see things like witch costumes, flying brooms, and other witch associated things among the things being sold.
I felt two clips attach to me, and I felt Amy letting go of me. I realized I was on a hanger.
“Well, this is goodbye, Thomas. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you that I was a witch, or that I wanted to sell you. I hope you find a good owner. You are adorable, so I’m sure that will happen. Farewell!” Amy said.
She snapped her fingers and she disappeared.
I wished I could’ve said something to convince her to turn me back. However, no matter how I felt, I was unable to do or say anything. Everything was out of my control.