He awoke with a splitting headache. It didn't help that someone was shaking him and saying "Wake-up, mistress! What happened? Oh, please wake-up, mistress!"
"I'll be ready for school in a moment, mom." he said as he rolled over. He wiped sleep from his eyes with a plump, stubby fingered hand decorated with inch-long pink nails and several rings...and was suddenly wide awake.
He stared at that strangers hand...attached to his strangers arm which was attached to that stranges body...and suddenly everything came back to him.
He'd been reading this stupid book - something from a series where every character was supposed to be a birarre parody of a genre standard - and he'd had this bookmark...
"Mistress?" said the two-headed vulture named Igor. Both heads spoke in unison with a worried tone. "Mistress? Are you ok?"
Slowly he managed to get to his feet, with the help of Igor, and inspect his body more closely. With the aid of a cracked mirror he confirmed his suspisions.
He'd become the character of Hogatha the witch. He now stood a tiny 4'11" and was dressed in a black dress with long sleaves and white ruffles at the neck and sleaves. From beneath the dress his fat, little legs poked out...wrapped in red and green striped stockings and ending in old-fashioned pointed black shoes with large gold buckles. A tall, pointed hat with a wide brim rounded out the outfit.
To top it all off, he was very fat. Fat feet connected to fatter calves, even fatter thighs and wide, flabby hips. His butt was huge, but well balanced against his full, round belly and massive breasts. His face was full and round, with apple cheeks contrasting against his somewhat sharp chin and large, pointed nose. He wore little reading spectacles at the end of his nose and his hair was a wild mane of greying curls.
"Oh...fuck me." he murmured in his rather high-pitched voice. For no better reason than he wanted to he tried for a typical witches cackle and succeded with flying colors.
Feeling a little more steady he decided to check-out his surroundings.
His room was gone. In it's place was what looked like a typical witches workspace with bizarre potions and jars rubbing shoulders with a huge varity of alchemical beakers and jars. Stuffed heads were mounted in odd positions about the room and bones were strewn about the floor and tables. A full skelaton was mounted in a corner and several large cats seemed to follow her about.
For some reason he felt very affectionate towards them and he waddled over to a chair and sat down, letting the cats mill about his feet and one to leap atop his huge belly. "Does mamas little dickens want a treat?" he said as he petted the cat. Igor hopped from one taloned foot to another, still worried about what might be wring with Hogatha.
Then he heard the sounds of crying from the next room. He heaved his body out of the chair and waddled into the next room, which seemed to be a torture chamber. Locked in a cage suspended from the ceiling was the character of Princess Jewel, just as sickeningly lovely as the book had described her. She gazed-up at him with sad, tear-filled eyes and begged "Oh, please don't hurt me, lady! I swear I don't know how the fuck I got here!"
He blinked at that. She was supposed to be all suger and spice...but she was talking more like...
"Whats your name?" he asked, trying to sound as pleasant as possible.
She sniffed and wiped tears from her eyes. "I'm Judy Woodroe. I was reading this stupid book..."
Carl jumped in "Kind of a cross between the Myth books and Xanth, right?"
The Princess blinked and said "Yeah! Did you read it too?"
"Yes! And there was this hourglass bookmark..."
"I found one too!" The princess cried, a smile on her face. "And when I was done read...I stuck the bookmark in and...then everything changed."
Carl fumbled about his person, looking for a key. Untill he remembered that Hogatha had slipped it into her hat. He removed the hat and a flurry of bats flew out...along with a large brass key.
As he unlocked the door of the cage the two-headed vulture lept on the table and stammered "But...but what about the sacrifice? How are you going to rule the Fairyverse unless you sacrifice a princess?"
He waved Igor aside and said "Change of plans, Igor. I've decided to let the princess go and mend my evil ways. Got a problem with that?"
Igor stuttered and stammered, but finally just shrugged and said "Whatever you want, mistress."
Judy stood and stretched, bending one way then another like a runner doing warm-ups. Finaly she turned towards Carl and gave him a big hug. "Thanks lady. I was starting to get scared in there."
Carl opened his mouth to correct her, but stopped. He wasn't sure just how to tell this beautiful woman that he was realy a slim, young man. Instead he just hugged her back, enjoying in an odd way the feeling of her trim young body pressed against his large breasts.
"So now what do we do?" Judy asked as she looked around. "Do you know the layout of this place"
