The trio of women drove to the inner town noble quarters, where the model lived in. Stacey paid the taxi driver, because she semmed to be the only adult person, and sat in the front of the car. Her old body sat behind her, making sure she was still under control. When the three got out of the car, she said arrogantly: "That happens, when i use the bus. I ´ll never do it again. People like me should use taxis, to avoid the jealousy of the lower class people!" Stacey shriveled her nose while looking at her friend. A gesture from the arrogant person with the not fitting body made them walking inside the building. An elder man in the lobby was greeting to Stacey, looking critically at the two girls.
The flat was a penthouse flat with a little garden on the roof. Everything looked expensive. The friends has never been in such a flat. They just stood there looking to everything.
"Dont touch anything." told the other woman. "And now sit down on the couch and tell me how you stole my body. And then give it back to me instantly! I hate your body. You don´t even have a slight hint of a female form! This is still the body of a child!" Stacey had tears in her eyes. The model was really mad about her. Sure, she couldn´t tell her anything. This person seemed to be too mad at her, to take this risk. she has to find another solution. "Talk to me!", shouted the model, throwing away her cloak. It was true. She had an 38´er Special in her hand. Amber remembered herself, that her fathers friend who was a police officer, had such a gun. Stacey began talking, despite of her fear:
"We are members of a witch coven. If you do any harm to us, your life will be ruined!" Amber was glad to hear Staceys clever response. This could work! "My life is ruined, if i don´t get my body back. There is no way you can frighten me! Give my body back to me!" Stacey nodded. "I will do. But it is not easy. We need chalk and a drop from your blood to break the curse." "Where is the chalk for?" "It is just for drawing a pentagram on the ground." The woman with the gun thought a moment, then asked: "Will lipstick do it, too?" "What do you think, Amber? Will it be ok?" Amber nodded slightly with a serious look on her face. It took her a lot to do so.
The former model took a bright red lipstick out of her pocket, and threw it to Amber. "Make yourself busy!" Amber draw a pentagram on the black and white stone of the ground of the living room. Stacey mumbled to herself: "I wish that this pentagram is an undestructable, Bulletproof and soundproof barrier, and everything can only get in and out, if i am allowing it." The gun came closer, and the woman shouted fearful: "What are you mumbeling? Don´t try to cheat me!" "I was just trying to remember the correct invocation to reverse our curse." She answered. "Please step inside, and drop one drop of blood into the pentagram." Despite of trusting her, the woman did what she commanded. Before entering she told it once more to Stacey: "Remember my gun!" She entered. Stacey hoped that her wish was working. As the woman stitched her finger with a needle from her bag, she said "Outch!", but outside the two girls only saw the movement of her lips. Stacey told Amber: "I think she is cought!" Amber relaxed a little bit. "What about her gun?" Stacey smiled. Both sat down on the coutch to think about the next step. As they looked at the model in the invisible cage, the saw five bullets dancing over the stony floor.
"She would´ve shoot us!" Amber said in terror. "This beast! We should punish her for that!" Stacey nodded her head. "Let´s think about a good punishment!"