"How?" asked Jon warily.
"Well I've always wanted a sister..." replied Zoe.
"I don't think I can help you with that," laughed Jon.
"Oh but you can," she grinned, raising her hand as her eyes began to glow. Arcane energy shot from her finger tips and struck Jon in the centre of his chest. His world began to spin and he staggered as his body morphed, then suddenly it was over. He looked down and was shocked to see two large breasts blocking his view."
"H-how?" He stammered.
"I'm a witch," she explained.
"A witch?" snorted Jon, "Don't tell me you actually believe that occult crap your friends are into."
She shook her head. "I'm serious. We're from a family of witches. All the females in our family gain their powers on their sixteenth birthday."
Jon stared at her, then grinned realising what she'd just said.
Zoe paled also realising. "Wait don-" she began, but Jon had already raised her hand, firing a magical blast at her. Zoe fell back and magical chains sprang up binding her to the bed.
