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It all started when Rosemary Morgan checked her mail. Among the bills and circulars, one envelope stood out from the rest. There was no address, nor was there a return address. The only distinguishing feature it had (other than the expensive-looking stationery) was a red wax seal with the letter A on it. She carefully tore open the envelope and read the card.

"'Mistress Arianna cordially invites you to 'La De Baucherie Magique Fashion Show.' Is she serious?" Being a witch herself, Rosemary had heard of Mistress Arianna and her shop. She specialized in strange artifacts that had even stranger effects on most of her customers. "I guess she has an equally strange sense of humor, " Rosemary scoffed. "Asking me to be in a fashion show? Yeah, maybe two kids and twenty years ago."

Just then, she felt a small shock in her left hand, making her drop the envelope. She examined her hand as the parcel fluttered to the floor. She stared at it, wide-eyed and wordless. Her skin was becoming softer and smoother before her eyes! Her nails seemed to have grown a bit, too. She let the letter drop to the floor, as she felt her face. Her skin was getting tighter! She grasped at a strand of hair, and saw that color was returning to it. There was no doubt about it, something was making Rosemary young again! A girlish giggle escaped her lips, which hadn't happened in a very long time for this mother of two teenagers. As if to give her a better look at what was happening, her clothes began changing shape as well. Her skirt was getting shorter by the second, and her turtleneck was now a flirty, off-the-shoulder sweater.

"I haven't looked like this since college! Only I don't remember having these," she laughed. "Or... um... these?" Her laughter gave way to confusion as her gaze met her fingers again, which were now tipped with razor-sharp claws! A light layer of fuzz was spreading across her arms and legs. A tail began to poke out from under her shirt.

"Ooo-kay, I get it now. It wouldn't be Arianna's fashion show without some kind of twist." By the time the changes had stopped, Rosemary was nearly unrecognizeable as the responsible single witch mom who opened that letter. A pair of pointed ears stood prominently from her long, blonde hair. Now she stood as a 6'3" (6' 6" with those heels!) platinum blonde catgirl, sporting a pink shirt, a purple leather miniskirt, and a luxurious tail. It looked as though she was to be a part of this fashion show whether she wanted it or not. But now, she kinda did.

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Description
It all started when Rosemary Morgan checked her mail. Among the bills and circulars, one envelope stood out from the rest. There was no address, nor was there a return address. The only distinguishing feature it had (other than the expensive-looking stationery) was a red wax seal with the letter A on it. She carefully tore open the envelope and read the card.

"'Mistress Arianna cordially invites you to 'La De Baucherie Magique Fashion Show.' Is she serious?" Being a witch herself, Rosemary had heard of Mistress Arianna and her shop. She specialized in strange artifacts that had even stranger effects on most of her customers. "I guess she has an equally strange sense of humor, " Rosemary scoffed. "Asking me to be in a fashion show? Yeah, maybe two kids and twenty years ago."

Just then, she felt a small shock in her left hand, making her drop the envelope. She examined her hand as the parcel fluttered to the floor. She stared at it, wide-eyed and wordless. Her skin was becoming softer and smoother before her eyes! Her nails seemed to have grown a bit, too. She let the letter drop to the floor, as she felt her face. Her skin was getting tighter! She grasped at a strand of hair, and saw that color was returning to it. There was no doubt about it, something was making Rosemary young again! A girlish giggle escaped her lips, which hadn't happened in a very long time for this mother of two teenagers. As if to give her a better look at what was happening, her clothes began changing shape as well. Her skirt was getting shorter by the second, and her turtleneck was now a flirty, off-the-shoulder sweater.

"I haven't looked like this since college! Only I don't remember having these," she laughed. "Or... um... these?" Her laughter gave way to confusion as her gaze met her fingers again, which were now tipped with razor-sharp claws! A light layer of fuzz was spreading across her arms and legs. A tail began to poke out from under her shirt.

"Ooo-kay, I get it now. It wouldn't be Arianna's fashion show without some kind of twist." By the time the changes had stopped, Rosemary was nearly unrecognizeable as the responsible single witch mom who opened that letter. A pair of pointed ears stood prominently from her long, blonde hair. Now she stood as a 6'3" (6' 6" with those heels!) platinum blonde catgirl, sporting a pink shirt, a purple leather miniskirt, and a luxurious tail. It looked as though she was to be a part of this fashion show whether she wanted it or not. But now, she kinda did.

Visit the TRANSFORMATION REPOSITORY for more fashion victims!

CLICK HERE FOR THE BLACK & WHITE VERSION!