The model for Cynthia is Syren Sexton
Witch Switch
"Eugh, it disgusts me that I have to be in your pathetic daughters puny body for even this short amount of time," complained Cynthia as she looked angrily at her enslaved husband Donald.
He shivered in fear, his enchanted cock cage throbbing with the threat of violence as his evil wife, now a perfect copy of his daughter, obviously considered whether to use it to bring him pain - then decided against it.
"If you hadn't provided your ex-wife with so many safeguards, I wouldn't have to do this. But the only way to get all the money that should be mine is to withdraw it from the bank pretending to be Sophie... her Mother damn her, was clever enough to remove all access from the funds for you."
Turning to the table, Cynthia examined the two vials in a small rack. One was now empty, the potion of transmogrification she had used to be become a perfect copy of her step-daughter. The other would return her to her normal self once she had completed her mission.
Lifting the vial carefully she placed it inside a runed silver box and locked it. The enchantment on that box could withstand a nuclear blast and despite its small size- it was completely immovable. Without the key, it was impossible to get inside.
She handed it to Donald. "Guard this with your life and give it only to me when I return. Sophie left on her trip yesterday, she's away for a week. By the time she returns her money will be mine."
Turning to her grimoire... the source of all her powers she smiled and stroked it... frowning as she failed to feel the familiar pleasurable contact of its power. She tried to open it and found she couldn't... oh of course... the book thought she was Sophie. Her magical powers would be denied to her till her misson was complete and she could resume her superior form. I'm fact- Sophie clearly had no attitude for magic at all. Even the simplest cantrip was beyond her bodies pathetic reach.
"No magic? Well I better get on with it then, so I can get back to being me," she sighed. She could trust Donald with the key, the cock-cage made him her absolute slave and she had made sure to program him to obey Sophie before she transformed. She would undo that as soon as she was back to normal.
Leaving her pet to guard the house she gathered some legal documents for the bank and feeling ungainly in her weak new body, headed out.
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Unlocking the door to the family house Sophie really hoped her evil step-Mom Cynthia wasn't around. The bitch would probably give her no end of grief when she found out Sophie had managed to drive the car off the road and had to be towed back home.
"That was quick my Queen," grinned her Dad as he strode into the hall and presented her with a key. "Here is your key, the master bedroom is prepared for you. I put out your favourite outfits, makeup and toys for your return. The box is on your night stand where you left it."
Sophie was too stunned to speak at the weird way her Dad was acting as he guided her upstairs and pushed her into her Step Mom's room.
This place was normally forbidden to Sophie and she wandered in feeling confused as her Father shut the door behind her.
"What the hell?" she shivered as she smelt Cynthia's slutty perfume and saw her tight bitchy clothes on the bed. Looking down at the key in her hand she walked over to the silver box and opened it.
Frowning Sophie lifted out the vial inside. It contained a silvery looking liquid and uncorking it she gave it a sniff. It smelled delicious... her mouth salivate instantly and before she knew what she was doing she had lifted it to her lips and drank it all.
Fire burned through Sophie's body and she moaned, clutching herself and shaking. It was both painful and pleasurable. It felt like her bones were shifting and her skin stretching. She had never been very tall, but now it felt like she was growing... stretching... aging.
She looked at her fingernails in fascination. The nails were painted now... Cynthia's favourite colour! Her hands looked older, sexy... but older... and there was a white mark where a wedding ring should sit.
"What the fuck is happening to me?" she gasped, her voice a hybrid of Sophie's terrified teenage whine and Cynthia's assured womanly purr.
Falling against the table her hand landed on a strange book... and as her transformation continued, she felt a growing connection to it. Knowledge flooded her mind... knowledge that she had just drunk a transmogrification potion and that soon she would be someone else.
But who?
Staggering to the mirror she was granted her answer as she watched her ginger hair turn a beautiful blonde and her features aged and matured into those of a deliciously wicked vixen.
Cynthia.
Sophie stated in growing fascination as her evil step-moms bigger breasts pushed out of her slender chest and her freckled skin became creamt white.
It felt good to be Cynthia. Although her Step-Mom was thirty years old, it felt good to be in her bitchy, homewrecking body.
Really good.
"So Cynthia is a witch," purred Sophie as her voice changed to that of the older woman. "Maybe that's why my Mom had that accident and my Dad became Cynthia's slave so rapidly. But why would she leave a potion lying around to turn someone into her... unless... my Dad must have thought I WAS her... she must be impersonating me."
Sophie gasped as she realised Cynthia probably looked exactly like her now. But why? What was she up to?
Placing her hand on the book... Sophie gasped as she felt a much stronger connection this time. The pages flickered open... granting her access to the profane power within and forbidden knowledge began to flood into her mind.
She focused... needing to find some way of finding out what Cynthia was up to and was satisfied when the knowledge to cast a simple psychometry spell entered her mind. Turning to Cynthia's clothes on the bed she spoke the words of power and groaned as she cast her first ever spell.
Now she had Cynthia's body - she had all the witches power and a spell of such simplicity barely troubled her. But it left her with a hunger for more... she wondered if she would have time to learn more magic and use it.
The clothes glowed and Sophie knew she only needed to put them on and her Step-Mother's memories would seep into her mind. Soon she would know whatever Cynthia knew.
She took off the ill-fitting clothes she had worn as Sophie and naked admired herself. Her body was toned and her pussy neatly trimmed. Touching it made her gasp in ecstasy... Cynthia was a lot more sensitive than Sophie and hornier to boot.
She started with the stockings, panties and suspenders. Sophie didn't normally wear this stuff, but Cynthia's legs were longer and it felt really good to encase them in silk.
She began to feel her step-mom's evil influence flowing into her, filling her head with a desire to fuck in these stockings or jerk a man's cock off with her silken feet. Sliding those feet into grey heels, she felt even taller and more dominant than usual. No wonder Cynthia always looked down on others. It seemed she could literally!
It seemed the memories she needed might come attached with emotions... but it was too late to stop as she picked up a skirt and began to put it on.
As Sophie she'd never worn such figure hugging, expensive and sexy clothing... but as she pulled her tight pencil skirt up over her slutty ass she felt a surge of memories and emotions that told her these were her favourite kind of clothes to wear. She put on her bra, admiring how good her bigger breasts looked and turned hungrily to see what else there was to wear.
Mmmmh, it felt so good to slide into the clothes her Daddy... NO.... her husband had left out for her. He was such a good slave.
Sophie knew the memories and thoughts pulsing into her from the clothes were affecting her behaviour and her sense of self. She should probably stop and take them off, but instead she grinned and picked up a blouse enjoying the sensations of becoming Cynthia.
After all - who was to say she couldn't be Cynthia? There was a vacancy after all.
Sliding her arms into the blouse... Sophie shivered in lust as she did up each button. Tightening the blouse and sealing herself in Cynthia's clothing brought floods of new memories... and she smirked as she admired the bitches plan for this family.
She knew what she needed now... there was no reason to go further... but as she picked up the wedding and engagement rings from the dresser she couldn't help but smile. "Then again there's no reason to stop. This all feels SOOOO good. Guess I AM Cynthia now."
Sliding her wedding ring on, the new bitch laughed madly as she picked up her spell book and began searching through. "Oh yes, this is going to be fun."
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Cynthia was annoyed. It had taken longer than expected to complete the transactions athr bank - but at least all the money was hers at last.
She got a taxi home and letting herself in, called for her slave. She was impatient to transform back into her true self.
"Welcome home Sophie," purred a voice from the stair-well and Cynthia's syolen ginger face crumpled into incredulity as her exact physical copy strutted down the stairs like a panther.
"Wh... but... who?"
New Cynthia laughed at the pathetic expression on the ginger girls face. "I was Sophie... but being you is so much better. Now I have all your power, Daddy is my eager slave and you are powerless to stop me. All that remains is to burn all magical knowledge out of your mind so you have zero chance of ever stopping me. By the way... this is going to hurt... a lot."
As the new Cynthia advanced, the new Sophie gibbered in fear but there was nothing she could do.
The switch was permanent.
THE END
