You head home and see that some young trick or treaters are already out and ringing doorbells. You get home and you’re hardly inside when you hear the doorbell. You go to check and open the door to find a cute little girl dressed as a witch holding up a candy bag.
“Trick or treat!” She says.
She smiles, and you see she’s missing a couple of her baby teeth.
“Um, I don’t think I have any candy. Sorry, kid.”
She frowns, lowers her bag, and droops her head beneath her oversized hat.
“Oh. Well I guess it’s ‘trick’ then.” She produces a wand from beneath her black and purple robes and looks back up at you grinning.
“Haha, sure. Are you gonna cast a spell on me?” You say.
She nods and the tip of her wand starts to glow. She mumbles something unintelligible, swishes her wand, points it at you, and a beam of orange light hits you with a jolt of electricity.
“Woah!” You almost lose your balance.
“I’ve decided to transform you! You can be a part of my costume,” she says.
You try to reply, but you feel woozy. Your jaw won’t quite move. You sway on your feet. A breeze blows by, ruffling the leaves on the porch. Your clothes start to deteriorate, fading away, but despite the cold, you start to feel warm. You hug your arms over your chest, and your skin feels soft, like cotton. You look down and see yourself start to turn orange. The title witch giggles and you grow smaller, and more compressed. As you shrink before her, smaller and smaller, you fall over and land gently at her feet.
You try to move but can’t. The little witch towers over you. She beams at you with wide, bright green eyes.
“You turned out so cute!”
She leans down and picks you up, unfolds your crumpled body, and holds you up: a pair of little girl’s panties, orange as a pumpkin, with cute little bats printed over the front and back of your cotton body.
“Perfect.” The little girl stuffs you away in her dress and runs off. You can feel her moving, but your still too dazed to try and do anything.
She brings you home, and to her room, and pulls you out in a little ball. She unfolds you and regards you again, clearly pleased with the pair of Halloween themed undergarments you have become. You try to move out of her grip, but can’t. You try to speak to her, but can’t.
“Trick or treat!” She giggles. “I have plenty of candy, but nothing as cute as you, so I don’t mind a good trick. Anyway, you’re my underwear now, so I hope you don’t mind if I treat you that way.”
She sets you aside, hikes up her dress, and removes her underwear. She tosses them into a basket, and retrieves you. She holds you by your waistband, lowers you to the ground, puts her little feet in, and shimmies you up her legs. You brush against her skin as you slide up and fill out into place around her waist and thighs. A perfect fit. She drops her dress, leaving you in darkness, to perform your new role as this little witch’s new, Halloween themed underwear.
You can feel the girls legs moving as she runs back outside. You can hear her humming, laughing, and, of course, the occasional ‘trick or treat!’ Followed by exclamations of how cute she is and candy hitting her bag.
Eventually, the night ends, and she returns home. She sits down to watch television and eat candy. You can do nothing but shift and slide around her waist as she moves. When she goes to the restroom she slides you down for a moment to hop onto the toilet and relieve herself, but pulls you right back up with hardly a word, just as she would any other pair of panties, before rushing off.
When she Goes to her room she takes her costume off and wears you, and a nightgown, to bed. You manage to sleep as she does or, at least, whatever the equivalent of sleep is for panties. It’s peaceful enough to be quietly wrapped around your new owner as she slumbers.
The next morning she takes you off, and slides you down her legs, before kicking you off. She grabs you, and tosses you into the laundry basket, where you land next to the pair she took off to replace with you the night before.
“What a fun Halloween,” she says, finishes getting dressed, and leaves.