Laura studied the stranger in the mirror thoughtfully. She went through several ideas, each nastier than the
last. Thanks to Kylie's subtle influence on her mind, Laura wasn't stopping to really consider the
ramifications of her actions. All she cared about was changing this girl, having some fun with it, and then
getting off the stage before the witch changed her mind and made her the next subject of embarrassment.
Thinking of the witch gave Laura an idea. "Okay," she said, "let's make her a real crone." With a smirk, she
pointed at the girl's slender nose. "First, that needs to be larger. Much larger, longer, pointed and
bulbous." With a delightful flutter in her stomach, Laura watched as the girl's small nose began to push out
of her face.
First, it gained a point to it, a hook that curved downward. Then it began to grow, sliding inch by inch
outward. Laura stared past her own growing nose in glee as the bridge twisted into a crooked, bumpy parody of
what it once was. As it reached three inches in length, the growth stopped and the thickening began. In gross, misshapen lumps the skin and cartilage filled out, growing thicker and wider until the girl's nose almost
represented a large beak the way it jutted out from her face. As an added bonus, perhaps to add to this
impression, the girl's eyes shrank slightly, becoming small and beady.
Looking down her own bulbous nose, Laura was delighted. So delighted, in fact, that she was beginning to feel
a bit damp between her legs. Eager to have her arousal continue, and perhaps increase, Laura was quick to
continue her pronouncements. "Now that's a nose," she said in a nasally voice. She giggled and her nostrils,
now much larger than before, flared widely and she snorted. Coarse black nose hairs poked out as she giggled
and snorted for a moment, caught up in her rush.
"Okay, how about big honking feet to go with that new schnozz of hers, and, um, a hunch, some claws, a tail
and a nasty personality. A real hag of a witch," Laura said getting carried away. She giggle-snorted.
Kylie smiled darkly. "A witch?" she said quietly to herself. "And a nasty one at that. Interesting."
Laura's beady eyes watched greedily as the poor girls posture began to sag. Her shoulders rolled up as her
spine bent forward, a small lump bulging between her shoulder blades, causing the red spandex top to ride up.
As the girl reached up to touch her new addition, and Laura herself reached back to stroke her lovely hump,
her fingers grew long and thin. The nails on each finger turned into wickedly sharp claws, painting themselves
a dark crimson as they grew out an additional inch.
The transforming former super-heroine grunted in annoyance as her shiny boots began to feel tight. Before she
could stoop to check on them, the girl in the mirror's boots popped open sharply as her growing feet spilled
forth. Her toes thickened, the toenails growing fat and thick and yellow to match. Dark black hairs sprouted
here and there along the top of her massive feet, especially around the ankle. Laura giggle-snorted loudly as
she watched, her laugh almost sounding like a cackle.
"Oooh," she squealed. "Look at those slabs!" She reached a clawed hand around behind her to scratch and pick
at her skirt. A skinny, squirming shape was wiggling underneath the shiny material. With an annoyed grunt,
Laura pulled a pink rat tail out from under it, letting it flop and twitch down behind her. "Ha!" she snorted.
"Look at that ugly worm attached to her butt!"
As Laura cackled, a few final touches occurred. Her teeth became pointed in her mouth as did her tongue. Her
hair grew out in long, dark waves until it just reached the spot above her butt where her tail sprang from her
tailbone. Her breasts swelled, growing in size until they were a medium D cup but sagged slightly in her
spandex top, unsupported. Unseen, her nipples darkened and fattened up into thick, fleshy nubs.
Last, but not least, came the change to her mind. Where Laura was once a fairly average human being, prone to
bouts of vanity, selfishness, and pettiness as well as loyalty, friendship and compassion, she was now finding
it hard to care about the fate of anyone else in the room. In fact, she cackled at the wicked thought that
they would all end up as hideous freaks or monsters, slaves to lust and perversion, all at the hands of her
fellow witch, Kylie.
As the mirror sank back into the floor, the new Laura turned to face the crowd and the girl who had
orchestrated her transformation.