"A wish is made up of two aspects.. The Constants set by the words of the wish... and the variables, which are open to infinite interpretation. Both are aspects of chaos... the more one defines the wish, the greater the uncertainty." .-Book of magic volume 1.
Michelle wasn't sure how she could perceive what she was.. sensing, much less how she could describe it. Her eyes were glowing with an unfamiliar power. This was a magical sense that didn't really adhere to the conventions of normal stimuli. It was a sight that could sense thought itself. She was seeing a spiritual dimension made up of strange colours and auras, as she herself was connected to it all- as were the normal humans all around her without the same awareness. The normal world faded to the foreground of an even greater realm as she focused on this feeling in this other dimension... A dimension of many more possibilities then the mundane physics she was used to; a world of magic. She couldn't even hear Tiffany's inconsolable sobs any more...
Tiffany had turned Sarah into- of all things, a hair tie. The former human woman was now nothing but a mere object, not capable of any thought or action. Just.. just by touching her friend's hair. She held the band of cloth in her hand treating it delicately... what would she do with her... well... it? Did the hairband feel sensation? Perhaps. There were emotional auras within the object, which seemed to take on a physical colour in this odd world interlaced with the regular world. Placing it next to her ear... oh my she could hear her!
'Why am I not around that woman's hair? It was rather nice... It was so soft.. now I'm on the floor? Oh wait no, I'm being held by someone? Hello? Is someone there?' Sarah's voice rang out magically, not afraid exactly just.. confused. Had she always been a hair tie?
Michelle giggled at the absurdity of the situation. "Gee Tiffany, I don't know how you did this but its kinda awesome." She dangled the hair tie in front of her diminutive partner in crime.
Tim looked utterly crestfallen. "I'm going to jail... I got to tell someone..." would anyone even... understand it wasn't something she intended? Would they believe her? They might think she was just crazy.
"Hold your horses girl... I think I can fix up your mess." Michelle started to look at the magic affecting Sarah noting how 'different' it was to the feeling of her own. Michelle's power was somehow well... 'directional'. Souls were as petals upon a 'Tree of Humanity', and they fell into fields of other creatures... and so many creatures! Most of them were far more interesting then just 'human'. She could see all the mythical creatures much like the great thousand tailed kistune... even species she had never heard of before.
Tiffany on the other hand was pure random incarnate. The spell on Sarah meant she was still on the tree of Humanity, despite being changed into a hair tie. She wasn't even sure how that worked. It was like Tiffany had pulled and squeezed the petal into a new shape. She scanned the 'field' below her and couldn't see how she might do anything like what Tiffany had done either. So all she had to do was undo this... remove the bonds on the petal and let it be like all the others.
'Entropy must always increase...'
Michelle glanced up and saw the shadow of that great Fox-spirit. The one who gave her this.. this power. Or was that a potential version of herself in the future? So.. was that... a rule? What would be the consequences of using magic? She didn't want to harm anyone but restoring Sarah demanded some kind of... magical rebalancing of the cosmos? Sheesh.. Well maybe she could fix that later on...
So she started to pull at the odd magical threads around the woman's soul- and got zapped. "ow-" that stung... maybe that wasn't quite the way to do it. She looked closer finding her soul somehow 'wrapped' in a hair tie... Maybe she could just burn it off? She called upon the element of fire... and her hand started to burn with that curious azure energy.
Tiffany watched in awe and desperation. She felt a gut wrenching guilt at what she had done. It was almost enough to ignore the strange feelings of her own body. It felt like she was wearing different clothes? Something was.. pressed upon her rather snugly. Her magic had somehow got her ill fitting clothes she had just bought to fit like she was made for them. (Or was she made to fit them?) She hoped... she really hoped she didn't... well... turn more people into clothes much less be wearing them. It had to be the worst thing she could have done to anyone... she honestly didn't mean for it to happen. But Michelle was confident she could fix it and she hoped she was right. She saw her friend's eyes glow in cold blue azure... then raise her hand as fire lit across the garment.
"Restore..." whispered Michelle.
Just like that, Sarah was human again. As if nothing had happened to her.
"Huh? How did I get out here?" Sarah asked as her existence unravelled- again. Almost literally. She was holding- no- coiled around something.. wasn't she? Part of her still kind of wanted to hold someone's hair in place.
Tiffany stared. "I- you don't remember anything?" She glanced around wondering if anyone else had noticed anything amiss but... for the most part, nobody noticed anything had happened. Certainly not the workings of magic.
Sarah looked to her then glanced at the time. "Why no. Oh dear I need to get back to work!" She was more then eager too as well. For some reason she now knew that clipping hair was now the best thing in the world to do! It was like.. part of her or something.
Tiffany breathed a sigh of relief. "That.. that was weird." She then looked to Michelle who was still staring. "How did you do that? Mike- I mean- Michelle? Michelle? Are.. you okay?" She couldn't believe it! Michelle had some kind of magical power too?! Maybe she could turn her back to
"Girl's bathroom " Michelle muttered finally.
Steven was getting anxious in the car. Something was really wrong and he- well- he really didn't' want to tell his mother on what it was he was feeling. They pulled up to their house and his mother took out the groceries from the boot like it was any other normal day.
"You okay Steve? You were very quiet in the car." said his mother glancing to him curiously.
Steven blushed. "Y-yeah I'm fine. I just.. got to go to my room. Stuff I need to do."
"Alright, I'll have dinner ready in an hour or so."
Steven waited for his mother to open the door and he ran into his room. All the time he kept on feeling underneath. The same question was playing in his head. "Where's it gone! Where's it gone!"
Needless to say, it wasn't to be found... even an hour later.
A store clerk was feeling a bit.. odd. He was the one who noticed that the card didn't match the gender of his last customer. Though he didn't mention it, when he returned the card he felt a curious 'zap'. His fingers were now feeling a bit odd. The whole thing was making him anxious. Maybe he suffered a mild electric shock. "I'm going on break," he decided. His thoughts continued to drift to that odd situation... would a girl really end up with someone else's credit carts like that? Just.. packed them accidentally? It was odd. Still it was hard to think a cute girl like that would be in any way criminal.
He was handling one of the shoes to put them on the display cabinet when he suddenly felt that 'zap' again. Suddenly the shoe- which was a pair of tap-dancing shoes just.. disappeared. He looked around oddly. "What the..."
Then he felt a strange pain on his feet. Looking down he saw that he had somehow ended up 'wearing' the dancing shoes. "What the f-" he mouthed. He set down to take them off. He had no idea how they even ended up on there but- Ow! There was another zap. Still he persisted, only to find yet another set of shoes 'underneath' that shoe and upon his feet. It was like something out of a cartoon. He pulled at it again.. and again.. and again...
.. until finally he pulled off his seventh pair of these tap dancing shoes, not including the ones still on him. "Well... that's just... bizarre," he thought to himself. Suddenly he felt a weird kind of 'bubbly' feeling in his stomach. He scratched at it idly but was a sudden sharp shift of his legs brought his attention there. His jeans disappeared and his legs were now an odd black shiny carapace. It bore no resemblance to humanity at all. He blinked in shock not quite believing it and he stumbled slightly but as soon as he stumbled forward, he ended up somehow standing again- this time on yet another set of legs that pushed out from his abdomen. He was really freaking out now as his 'normal' legs started to move backwards, shifting and shunting themselves and somehow duplicating twice over as his torso also smoothly moved with them until he had a set of.. eight legs.
Somehow maintaining his balance he now realised he was standing on.. a set of spider legs. From the waist up he appeared to be fine but- "ow- ah..." then his upper torso started to feminize itself. Not only that, but his clothes were changing into a leotard. He looked in quiet surprise and shock as the shoes he had pushed away suddenly all flew at his new spider feet! They changed shape to match his new appendages. Glancing back he saw the huge bulb of the spiders back as it squished itself against the cabinet.
Tap.. tap.. tap tap tap... He tried to walk. He was staring down at his new female torso as a swish of black hair now reached to his chin. "...I'm going to need a longer break. This is one weird dream..."
Tiffany followed Michelle to the empty bathroom. Something still felt.. off under her clothes. She raised her T-shirt displaying her her smooth midriff... and as it continued to rise, it began to show a hint of red red lace? "What the-"
Pulling her shirt up further, it's soon very clear why she felt so constricted. She was wearing a bra. A lacy, red bra that was rather daring. The way it hugged her chest was well... nice. It's a little tight, but very comfortable. The small jiggle of her breasts was no longer a concern...
Pulling her jeans a bit down she saw a similar shade of red from a matching set of panties She flushed as she realised she was wearing girl's underwear! Not just ordinary girl's underwear but really frilly ones. The worst possible one she could envision wearing! "Mike- Oh crap!"
What the heck was going on!
