Elizabeth bounded down the street as I flew above. We went but a block before we found another window illuminated. Elizabeth made herself invisible again as she jumped to, and perfectly balanced on, the windowsill. I hovered alongside, also invisible.
We did not enter the room this time, but we could see what we needed to: a teenage boy of perhaps 15 or 16 sat on the edge of his bed, T-shirt on and boxer shorts pulled down, his dick in one hand and a lingerie catalog in the other.
"Why don't you take this one, Master?" growled Elizabeth.
"Thank you, my dear," I replied. A transformation came to mind immediately, and I dramatically pointed a clawed hand in his direction.
His body didn't change, but his outfit did: his T-shirt darkened, shrank, and changed shape as it altered from cotton to silk with lace accents, gaining a bow where it tied together in the middle of his chest. His boxer shorts, down around his knees, also darkened, became silk, and changed shape drastically. Matching fingerless gloves appeared on his wrists, and pumps with a 4-inch heel appeared on his feet. With the addition of a diamond necklace and a pair of diamond earrings dangling from his now- pierced ears, he was dressed identically to the woman on the page he had the catalog open to, modeling a black babydoll. I couldn't resist adding a diamond ring through a pierced navel, and a small diamond in a piercing in the side of his nose.
It was probably the sensation of the silk against his body that caused him to start stroking faster and come almost immediately. He leaned over as if to take a tissue out of the box next to his bed, and it was then that he apparently noticed the change in his clothing. He tried to pull the gloves off first, but it didn't work. As he moved his head, he must have felt an earring hit against his cheek, and that prompted him to reach up, feel for it with his hand, get an incredibly confused expression on his face, and then get off the bed and walk across the room -- carefully, in the high heels he was now wearing.
He opened the closet door to reveal the full-length mirror on the back side, apparently what he'd been headed for. However, his attention was arrested by the contents of the closet. Instead of the normal clothes of a teenage boy, he now had only the contents of that lingerie catalog, and a few similar, more racy catalogs -- everything from vinyl minidresses to satin camisoles to lace-up corsets. The size of his shoe collection had increased tenfold, but the little cubbyholes that now took up a third of the space only held shoes with heels at least 4 inches high. If he went into his clothes dresser, he'd find that his socks and underwear were now stockings -- mostly of the fishnet variety -- and dozens upon dozens of bra-and-panty sets.
"Very nice," said Elizabeth. "But what if he just buys new clothes?"
"Hell, he could go raid his father's wardrobe right now," I replied, "but it won't do a bit of good. Anything he puts on will turn into skimpy women's clothing, with accessories provided magically -- that's why he tried and failed to take off the gloves. He can't even go naked or wear only panties -- a bra, or a full outfit, will appear on him if necessary."
"And the shoes..."
"Anything he puts on will change, of course, and he'll soon discover that he'll be in intense pain if he leaves his shoes off for more than a minute."
Elizabeth looked back at me, her eyes flashing with desire. "Master, this is a truly inspired curse. I wonder if he may grow to enjoy it -- after all, female clothing is highly sensual."
"That may be," I admitted. "I even made it so that cold weather won't be a problem for him, just in case."
"You old softie!" Elizabeth chided with a grin.
We both turned back to look at him. He'd taken off the panties and babydoll top -- which meant the diamond jewelry and gloves had also disappeared -- and was nude except for the shoes as he examined a leather halter top-and-shorts combination that was on one of his hangers. Suddenly, a powder-blue bra and matching French-cut panties appeared on him. He looked down, then in the mirror, dismayed as silver hoops dangled from his earlobes and several silver necklaces popped into existence in the appropriate spot.
"Okay," I said, "to cut down on his future enjoyment level a little bit, let's do this."
The boy watched in horror as makeup quickly appeared on his face, thick and colorful. He now had bright red lips, long dark eyelashes, and eyeshadow that matched the blue of his current outfit. He lifted a hand up to watch his fingernails grow out to a shapely one-inch length.
"There, the same permanent makeup-and-nails curse you gave the woman at our previous stop," I said.
"Hey, no fair copying!" Elizabeth exclaimed, jokingly.
We took one last look at the boy, still standing in front of the mirror, looking back and forth between his face and his fingernails."
"I shall have to outdo you with my next transformation, Master," said Elizabeth as she jumped off the windowsill, leaving a deep pair of cloven hoof prints in the flower bed next to the house.
"Ah, so you're having more fun with this than with Holly?" I asked.
Elizabeth sniffed the air, then thought for a moment.