Trade: True Meaning of Halloween

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Angela always used to love Halloween, the costumes, the Trick-or-Treating, the general sense of scary things being fun. However, all that changed when Winifred came to town and unleashed the fog of her scroll (Or maybe it was mist? Smoke? Tear gas? The proper nomenclature hadn't ever really been discussed). After that, Halloween became the catalyst to everything changing and Angela becoming wrapped up in espionage to befriend and stop the Countess Winifred. Sure, the cataclysmic Halloween set off a chain of adventures, silly side stories, and numerous characters that, if collected into, say, a series of paperback graphic novels, could become a partially lucrative venture for a New England artist.

All that Meta aside, Angela still found a few remnants here and there of the Pendleton that once was. Today, as she was on yet another of Winifred's many "important" errands, the young witch passed by an old Costume shop. The business had more or less shut down since the Catalyst, no one needed costumes when their lives BECAME the masks they wore. The windows were dark and the door was busted in. She was going to ignore it, until she heard something calling to her from within the store. It was more a feeling than a voice, but all the same it felt as if it was begging her to enter. She found herself wandering in, pushed onward by some unseen force as it convenienced the plot. The walls were dusty, cobwebs hung in the corners of the ceiling (some of which weren't part of the original decor). Along a wall of costumes marked "Women" the feeling seemed to get more profound at her approach. She reached out, grabbing hold of the bagged item, the sensation in a crescendo until its final climax. Then it stopped as Angela examined the bag.

"...Witchy Woman?" she read the title of the costume, feeling a bit let down by the build up's payoff. She looked around, was this really it? Just some overtly sexy costume in an old, abandoned costume shop? Had she considered for a moment the tropes of Transformation, or her numerous Lessons in Magic, she may have seen what came next a mile away.

The bag began to shudder as puffs of pink smoke started to puff out of the bag, surrounding her as her body felt a familiar yet foreign tingle. A voice cried out in her head, 

"This is the true meaning of Halloween" it wasn't the raspy, foreboding sort of voice one would expect from something disembodied... The voice was more bubbly? Fairly giggly honestly, "Halloween is for the sexy! Soon you'll be ready to go out and CELEBRATE!!" Angela realized too late that bag and costume had disappeared, and her clothes were starting to feel tight as they tore away. She was locked in place as her rather conservative shoes became a pair of high heeled pumps. Her shirt began tearing away as a corset squeezed her body and further accentuated her curves that were filling in. She tried to get away, she tried to fight it, but she felt the smoke slipping into her mind. Thoughts of parties and flirting flashed as she gave out an involuntary little giggle. She squeaked in surprise and covered her mouth but suddenly found herself unable to remember why she was embarrassed. 

The buxom witch in her early twenties was left standing in the aisle, looking around, completely unaware of what had happened to her or who she had been. All she knew is that it was Halloween night and she was going to  party like November 1st would never come! 

But first, she was going to have to find her friends!

If it wasn't clear from the theme of the piece, this has been a long time coming. It's a Gift for Mr. DNA's Birthday, and also a little belated celebration of Halloween, the BEST holiday of the year. The description was supposed to just be a quick little blurb about the true meaning of Halloween or some basic setup and punchline about how sexy Halloween costumes are, but then it got to be 4am and my brain just said "NAH let's write a whole short story for the guy!" And so, there it is