Three young women in their early twenties, shared a four-bedroom house with its owner, a man.
William was tall and slim, he looked like he was in his mid-forties, and had short grey hair and blue eyes.
Abby was short and curvaceous, with dyed blonde hair and blue eyes. Beatrice was of average height and pear shaped, with brown hair and brown eyes. Charlotte was tall and slender, with chestnut hair, hazel eyes, and peachy skin.
All the young women liked William. They had come to regard the older man as a mentor. He seemed wise like a grandfather, but was still young at heart. If only they knew the truth.
It was the last Friday of October, but payday was still a few days away. None of the three women had any money or credit left, to go to the pub or to buy clothes, so they were spending the evening at home.
Will came home from work just after seven o'clock. He asked them why they weren't getting ready to go out. They explained their wows. He expressed sympathy and had a suggestion. He had a bottle of champagne and box of chocolates, that he had won in the pub quiz last week, so why don't they have an early Halloween party.
After the women had drunk a couple of glasses of bubbly, and he had only drunk half a glass, he suddenly announced that he was a wizard. The young women naturally scoffed.
He didn't go into details, that were he was a seven-hundred-year-old wizard in disguise, that his powers included physical transformation, and that he had mythical themed sexual fantasies.
"Oh yeah, show us some magic then," Abby said.
"Ok. I will change something about Lottie's appearance," Will had chosen Charlotte, the shy one, to be the first. Before she could object, he pointed a finger at her and said something in Latin.
Suddenly Lottie was no longer wearing her blue denim mini skirt and black opaque tights, but was wearing a tight black latex mini skirt, and her legs were bare. She was embarrassed, she didn't like to show her bare legs or even her bare arms. And she would be mortified if she knew that her briefs had also vanished.
"It's alright Lottie, I shall now cover up your legs," he continued. He pointed and spoke Latin.
Suddenly the black latex began to grow down her pale thighs to her knees. It looked like she was now wearing a tight black latex pencil skirt. The shiny smooth material continued to grow down over her knees to her ankles where it stopped. It now looked like she wearing a tight black latex hobble skirt.
Lottie was pleased that her legs were covered up, but slightly concerned that she could hardly move her legs, as her smooth inner thighs were being pressed together.
"And I haven't finished yet," he said, then pointed and said another spell.
Suddenly she felt the tight material grow up over her stomach and back. It grew over her chest. She felt it press her modest breasts against her ribcage. The black latex reached her armpits. She took off her dark pink jumper. She saw that her bra had vanished. It now looked like she was wearing a strapless figure-hugging black latex hobble dress.
The shiny material continued to grow up over her collar bone, over her shoulders, up her neck, and down both her arms to her wrists, where it stopped. Her hands remained human. And the shiny material stopped just below her jaw. Now it looked like she was wearing a full length, long sleeved, figure hugging, shiny black, latex hobble dress.
"How do you like the dress?" Will asked.
"It's tight," was all that Lottie would admit. Never in a million years would she have chosen to wear such a sexy dress. But she was experiencing mixed feelings. She liked that the dress concealed her entire body, but didn't like that it revealed the curves of her body. She liked the smoothness against her skin, but not the tightness around her body.