'A cute witch! You can't live in modern world without a touch of... magic'
Little Mistress smiles at the guy, who is terrified to hear that he's being treated as mere transformation material. He raises his hand, still unable to stand up, let alone escape his predicament.
'Uhhh, exc-c-cuse me? Maybe we could work this out? Like, I c-c-ould get you something? I-I work at a store, ya'know' — he splutters.
'Don't worry, you will love it' — Rimi and Rini say in unison, coming up and helping him sit, grabbing his hands firmly.
Your Owner slowly ambles up to her victim, having trouble moving in her massive dress. She sits down in front of the guy and gives him a big heartfelt hug, covering his gaunt frame with her ankle-length gothic dress. The only thing you can see is his legs sticking out from under the rubber pile. Mistress pushes his head against her chest, as if she's consoling him, calming him down. His horrified screams are muffled by all the frills and rubber folds.
'Agghhff! Let... go..! I don't want...' — he whimpers, his voice gradually becoming high-pitched. His oily, dirty hair grows supernaturally fast, reaching his shoulders, becoming dark and wavy.
'Nooooooo! Too tight!' — he screams again. Is kind of an outfit is he going to get? You're so excited!
His cheap sneakers darken and change, reforming into sexy high-heels. His unshaven legs thin out, losing any hair. You see a ray of light reflect off of them. Is he becoming a doll?
Not really. Your Owner breaks her embrace with the unfortunate guy; as you help her stand up, the extent of the transformation is revealed.
Your new witch looks like a fetish supermodel! Pale, feminine face, dark lips, long eyelashes and ample makeup make her face very bold. She looks kind of naked: her beautiful, voluptuous body is clad in single-piece dark purple latex catsuit, clinging to her girly curves. The suit is semi-transparent and you see plain black rubber panties and a bra underneath. Up top, she's got a ruffled jabot glued to the suit near her collarbone. Finally, her shoulders are covered with a long latex cape extending way down: purple on the indide, blac on the outside. It's a part of the catsuit, seeing how there are no clasps or pins.
The girl's hands and legs have black plain opera gloves and knee-highs ending in a circle of frills.
She looks at herself, shocked. Her cute green eyes are accentuated by dark mascara.
'Now, now, we're missing something!' — Little Mistress pouts. She claps her hands and a bulb of dark latex emerges from the girl's red hair. It grows, thinning out and forming a big witches hat with a layer of rubber frills on the inside and a star pattern on the hat's conical top.
The twins help your new friend stand up. She's still weak from all that happened to her last fifteen minutes. You see a star-tipped wand tucked in her latex stocking. You pull it out and hand it to her.
'Welcome'