They found her again just after noon.
Kira was waiting—of course she was—perched on a bench in the back courtyard of a crumbling old library downtown, sipping coffee like she owned the city. Her black dress shimmered faintly in the sunlight, eyes hidden behind cat-eye sunglasses. She looked exactly the same. Untouched. Unbothered.
Jennifer and Maya stepped cautiously into the courtyard, their shadows long against the cracked brick path.
“We meet again,” Kira said lazily, not bothering to stand.
Jennifer’s breath hitched, her body still aching with fullness, but she kept her stance firm. “Whatever you did—it’s over. Reverse it.”
Kira tilted her head, her smile slow and mocking. “Over? No, darling. That was only the beginning.”
Before Jennifer could speak, Maya stepped forward, fists clenched. “You think this is a game? You mess with people’s lives like it’s entertainment? She didn’t deserve any of this!”
Kira raised an eyebrow, amused. “Neither did half the people you’ve ghosted.”
“What?”
“You think I don’t see the energy you leave behind, Maya? The broken promises? The carelessness? It all comes around.”
Maya didn’t wait.
She lunged forward, rage surging, and threw a punch straight at Kira’s face.
For a heartbeat, the hit landed—a sharp, clean crack that sent the witch’s sunglasses clattering to the ground.
Then everything changed.
Kira didn’t stumble. She smiled.
“You shouldn’t have done that.”
Maya blinked. Her breath caught—and suddenly she gasped as her clothes vanished in a blink of light, her skin bare in the open air.
“Maya!” Jennifer shouted, reaching out, but she froze as she watched the transformation happen right before her eyes.
Maya shrank, just slightly—her body tightening, softening. Her curves disappeared. Her breasts shriveled quickly into flatness, shrinking down to barely an A cup. Her arms looked thinner, her hips narrower. Her face shifted—rounder cheeks, wide eyes, a dusting of freckles blooming across her nose. Her hair recoiled into two high pigtails, glossy and dark.
In an instant, clothes reappeared on her—a striped hoodie with pastel colors, too short shorts with glittery seams, and cartoon-patterned sneakers. Her lips parted in shock, revealing a mouth full of braces.
She looked like she was twelve.
Jennifer’s jaw dropped.
Maya looked down at herself, lifting her hands to her chest, then her face. “What the hell—? What did you do to me?!”
Kira picked up her fallen sunglasses and brushed them off, cool as ever. “I just thought your outside should match the emotional maturity you showed today.”
Jennifer took a protective step toward Maya, whose face was still twisted in disbelief.
“Enough,” Jennifer growled. “You’ve made your point. But this isn’t over.”
Kira turned away, already strolling toward the alley. “No,” she called over her shoulder. “But you are out of time.”
Then she vanished—just like that.
Jennifer stood frozen for a moment, trying to process it all, before turning to Maya.