Beatrice's Fun: Rachel's Witchy Turn

“But I would really prefer not do have any fun here,” Rachel said, growing increasingly worried, especially when the witch told her about fun with transformation magic.

“Like I said,” Beatrice said as she approached the worried slime girl, “We ARE going to have some fun. Whether you like it or not.”

Rachel tried to turn and run away, but Beatrice was quicker. She was upon the blue girl in an instant when she sensed that she was about to flee. The witch placed her hand atop of her head, tenderly stroking slightly. Rachel’s whole body went stiff as she froze up, feeling the cold touch of green skinned lady. Her mind screamed at her to run, but her body wouldn’t listen.

“There now,” Beatrice cooed gently into her ear, “There’s no need to run at all. I’m just casting a simple spell here. Nothing to be afraid of.”

“Wha…” Rachel shivered, barely mustering up words to respond, “Wha… what kind of spell?”

“A witchy spell,” she chuckled. With those words, unseen by Rachel, Beatrice’s hand that rest on top of the poor girl’s skull began to glow a pale green. The spell invaded sunk into her head and penetrated her brain causing some slight pain, almost like an ice cream headache in a way.

Rachel gritted her teeth in response, closing her eyes tightly as it became harder to think. “What’s going on?” she thought to herself, “Why do I feel… ooohhh…”

The minor pain that was there changed into that of simple, pure bliss. Rachel’s worries almost quickly evaporated by this sudden shift, allowing the spell an easier time to corrupt and rewire her brain into something more fitting for her soon to be new form. There was no need for such silly good and noble thoughts anymore as this new individual. Just pure wickedness and also devotion to Beatrice.

After a few seconds had passed, which seemed like an entirety for the girl, Beatrice observed the slime girl closely. She took note of the calm and pleasant expression, along with the normal and relaxed breathing. She knew that Rachel’s mind was fixed now. The witch smiled innocently and spoke, “So my dear, how do you feel?”

Rachel’s eyes slowly opened, revealing hauntingly yellow piercing eyes like Beatrice, and a small smile formed on her face. “I feel…” Rachel said, slowly putting her thoughts together, “I feel great.”

What is Rachel’s Final Witch Form?
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