Jen screamed, and started to run for the door but when she tried to move she realised that her shoes had changed, instead of her three inch pumps she was now wearing shoes with at least a five inch heel and subsequently fell flat on her face.
She dared not move and lay motionless. She could hear girlish laughter.
“Hi Jenny, I hope you like you’re new shoes!” came a small but strangely commanding voice.
“W-w-what’s going on?” Jen asked with her eyes closed firmly. She was trying to slip her feet out of these shoes that had magically appeared on her feet but they wouldn’t come off for some reason, she couldn’t feel a strap her feet were just stuck.
“It’s me Jen, Kylie; you’re new fairy god mother… sort of.” Jen started to speak before memories of Kyle Perkins came flooding back to her… Kylie couldn’t possibly be…Kyle…could it? Whatever it was it wasn’t going away and Jen rolled over to look at the diminutive woman.
The tiny woman was stunningly beautiful; she was sitting on the edge of Jen’s desk in a pose that would have looked more at place in a pornographic magazine, her tiny breasts moving up and down as she breathed.
“Is that you Kyle? You’re my fairy godmother?” Jen asked.
The tiny woman smiled and swooped down to hover just above Jen’s head.
“Well, I was Kyle… but I decided I’d try to teach you a lesson…constructively, so instead of using my curse in a conventional sense I decided to make things more interesting. I decided to find out whether you were deserving of punishment and the past 10 years have been a test of your character. And today the judgement starts.”
“I don’t understand…” Jen said, “So you’re not my fairy godmother?”
The fairy laughed, “Well… not in the conventional sense, fairy godmothers always arrived to help the needy… I decided I’d punish the undeserved.”
Jen gulped, “You mean, you’re like here to punish me?”
“Absolutely, but if you tell anyone about me I’ll make your life even worse than what’s already planned, don’t underestimate my power Jenny. Now I think you should get back to work, Matthew’s coming up from downstairs and you wouldn’t want him to fin you on the floor dressed like that…”
Kylie laughed and vanished, “Dressed like what? I don’t understand…” Jen said before looking down at herself and realising that her skirt and panties were gone, she was bottomless in her office. Her shaved pussy exposed to anyone that cared to look, framed by the tails of her blouse. She shrieked and jumped up, desperately looking for some form of covering before Matthew arrived.
Her new shoes made the task more awkward but when she put her hands near to remove them the heels slowly started to increase. “Oh my god! NO!” her feet were bent uncomfortably as the heels reached a height somewhere between 5 and 6 inches. The shoes didn’t seem to have a strap anywhere they were just tight in the right places to make removing them impossible.
Jen realised she was running out of time and wearing just the top half of her business attire she sat behind her desk and pulled herself in as far as possible to screen her nudity. Her heart was racing as she heard Matthew on the other side of the door, and as the handle started to turn she bit her lip and held back a nervous sob.