"You wished things were different...so now you're the waitress and I'm the customer. And as far as anyone but us is concerned, it's always been that way." She grinned, a bit wickedly. "Hope you enjoyed the drink..."
Zoe released her, and looked down at herself and paused. She was wearing an apron with the Witch's Brew logo on it, but that was only the half of it. Her legs seemed rounder and curvier than they were...and they weren't the only curvier things...she hadn't been an ugly girl...but everything, it looked, had gotten bigger. Her boots were gone, replaced by a pair of more comfortable leather shoes. "What the....
"Well, I'd better get going," Morgan said, putting a few bills on the table and grabbing Zoe's bag and notebook. "I've got to get home," she said. She hurried out the door, leaving Zoe standing there, looking down in confusion.
She picked up the money on the table and stared at it.
