The changed men, who had been taken aback by their new situation, saw some hope in the humiliation and transformation of their tormentor. The goth woman addressed Mystra. "Are you going to change us back?"
Mystra gave a light laugh. "Of course not! Why would I overrule a magical transformation? But I might change you into something else."
The goth stepped backward. "Really, that's OK, I'm fine now." she stammered nervously.
"I've got two cats that need a home, and you look like you would make a fine witch." Mystra began.
The goth found herself changing again, but these changes were subtler. Her ridiculously large breasts shrank into something manageable, and her leather outfit was replaced by elaborately decorated silk robes. A black, pointed silk hat appeared on her head, and a wart on the side of her nose, the only mark on her otherwise pretty face. Jo and Tabitha ran up to their new mistress, and began to rub themselves against her legs affectionately.
"What's a good name?" Mystra mused. "I guess it depends on whether you want to be a good witch or a wicked witch."
"Good!" the goth blurted out.
"Very well." Mystra replied. "Your new name is 'Prudence Goodwife.' You and your familiars can go."
Prudence hurried out of the restaurant before Mystra could come up with any more ideas. Her cats followed her.
Mystra scanned the remaining people in the restaurant. "Hmmm, what else can I make out of you?"