I blinked, and suddenly she was dressed like a stripper, in a miniskirt, platform shoes with ridiculously high heels, and a tiny halter top that showed off plenty of cleavage. I didn't realize I had an Asian fetish until that very moment. Somehow, I was finding it sexier than when she had been nude just seconds ago.
"Come on in my room," she said. "You should probably be sitting down for this."
She turned around and walked through the door into her bedroom. I didn't know where to look -- the heels were making her legs look amazing, her skirt barely covered her rounded ass, and her breasts were big enough that they were visible from the back on either side of her torso. The fact that she no longer looked at all like the Tiffany I'd grown up with had greatly increased my attraction.
She motioned for me to sit on the edge of her bed. I complied, as she stood facing me, leaning against her dresser.
"I have something to tell you, John," she said, "and I'm glad our parents aren't here, because this is just between the two of us. Mom and Dad don't know. Nobody knows."
She took a deep breath, and then, "I'm a sorceress -- a witch -- whatever you want to call it. I have magic powers, and as far as I can tell, they're unlimited. Now, I know you don't believe me..." She trailed off, as if she were expecting me to interrupt.
I didn't want to let on about the actual situation -- I wanted to see where this was going -- so what I said was, "Why wouldn't I believe you?" We'd always had a fairly good relationship that had gotten even better as we got older, and there hadn't been much lying on either of our parts, although that was what I remembered from when Tiffany was my biological sister. Now that she was adopted --
She grinned and said, "Because there isn't supposed to be any such thing as real magic powers! Let me tell you, actually, I'd always been able to do fairly minor stuff, like how I always got straight A's without even studying, or how I suddenly got coordinated enough to be the head cheerleader. But then a few weeks ago, I suddenly started feeling more and more powerful. It's like I matured and reached my full magical potential. I'm so powerful, as far as I can tell, that I can change reality itself! Remember when I was a blonde Caucasian?"
That threw me. "Wha-what?"
"Last week, I wanted to see what it would be like if I was Mom and Dad's biological daughter, so I changed myself. Lots of things changed -- every picture that had ever been taken of me, the text on my driver's license said "blonde," and "blue" for my eyes. And obviously your memories, since you, and Mom and Dad, and everyone I knew -- none of you so much as batted an eyelash, although I looked totally different!"
So that's what she'd been getting at. "So is this what you really look like?" I asked.
She looked down at herself. "Yeah, I changed back. Except -- well, maybe I'll tell you later about a few minor things I've done to myself. For now, though, I want to give you your 17th birthday present."
"That was four months ago," I pointed out. "And you gave me that gift card."
She rolled her eyes, but with a smile on her face. "You're impossible. A late 17th birthday present. Using magic."