4 comments/ 56883 views/ 4 favorites The Powers of Beauty By: Heels Lover Veronica's car had come to a stop, and she couldn't get it to start again. She sat, frustrated and upset, inside her BMW on the side of a deserted country road, miles from any town. The skies were growing darker by the minute as storm clouds rolled in from the west, and the setting sun cast an eerie light on the horizon. "At least I'm near a house," she thought to herself. She grabbed her purse and her small suitcase and started walking towards the solitary wooden house which sat a few hundred yards back from the road. "I'll find out where the closest mechanic is, call them, and then get out of here," she said to herself as she opened the creaking iron gate and headed up the cement path towards the front porch. Veronica didn't notice any light coming from inside the house, which was run down and could have been abandoned. But it was her only option, and she hoped for a friendly face and some help. She lifted the rusty door knocker and banged it three or four times. The wind was growing stronger and stronger, and it tousled her long, brown hair. She stood there in front of the door wearing only a lightweight wool suit jacket, silk blouse, and skirt. Veronica shivered, both from the chill of the wind and from a momentary sense of fear; The dark, dilapidated house was giving her the creeps. She was about to turn around and go back to her car when she heard the click of a lock, and the door slowly opened. "Hello?" she said quietly as she leaned to her left to peer into the doorway. Veronica gasped when she caught sight of her. In the doorway stood a wrinkled old woman. She was the ugliest woman Veronica had ever seen. Her face was misshapen with a large, crooked nose, deep sunken eyes, and a long, pointed chin. Her skin was covered with warts and moles, and her hair was a tangled mess of brittle gray strands. She stood there, hunched over, in a tattered black dress that mercifully hid from view the rest of her gaunt body. Her hands were skinny, with long, crooked fingers. The woman looked at Veronica, eyeing her from head to toe in a second, and then in a craggy, high-pitched voice said, "Can I help you?" "Umm... yes. Yes, I hope so," Veronica stammered. Part of her thought she should just turn around and leave, but another part of her tried to overcome her fear and revulsion and get the help she needed. "My car broke down, and I haven't seen a phone for miles, and I need to call someone to come fix it, so..." Veronica spoke quickly and nervously. "You see, there's a storm coming, too, and I was hoping I could use your phone. I didn't mean to disturb you." "Oh, dear, that's alright. I'd be happy to help you. Please come in," the woman said as she stepped back and opened the door wide to invite Veronica in. 'Oh what a perfect opportunity this is,' she thought to herself. Veronica took a deep breath to gather her courage and stepped inside. She stood meekly aside as the decrepit, ancient woman slowly closed and locked the door. Veronica - a young, lovely vision with her pretty features, dressed in her tailored brown suit, tan stockings, and brown high heels - was a stark contrast to the wretched figure next to her. The old woman turned and hobbled towards the living room. "Come this way, dear. Make yourself comfortable and relax. You seem very upset." "Thank you," she replied quietly, "I don't want to be any trouble. I'll just call a mechanic and go wait in my car." "Don't be silly. You can certainly wait here. It's no bother at all. I don't have the pleasure of company very often," the woman said as sweetly as she could. "I'll make some tea for us." Veronica decided not to argue. She figured she'd make her call, sit with the old woman for a few minutes, and then be gone. The woman turned on a lamp to light the room, and pointed to a phone in the far corner. "The phone is right there. I'm sorry but I don't have a phone book or the number for any local mechanics. You could try the operator I suppose," she told Veronica. "In the meantime, I'll be in the kitchen. Why don't you put your things down and have a seat on the sofa. I'll be back in a few minutes." Then she turned and walked through a doorway at the back of the room. Veronica looked around the dusty, shadowy room. There were several antique arm chairs in the corners, and two more in the center of the room which faced a coffee table and the sofa. Veronica set her purse and case down next to the sofa and walked over to the phone. The old woman stood at a counter in the kitchen, two teacups and saucers in front of her. Into one of the cups she sprinkled powders from dark brown glass bottles while she mumbled incantations. She then poured tea from a pot into the cup and stirred the contents to dissolve the powder. Into the other cup, she put 3 drops of a liquid and then added tea to it. She carefully placed each cup onto a silver serving tray, the first cup furthest away from her and the second one closest to her. In between them she placed the teapot. She cackled to herself and then lifted the tray and walked back to the living room. Veronica lifted the receiver but heard no sound. "Damn it!," she said in a muffled voice as she tapped the button on the phone cradle, hoping to get a dial tone. At that moment, the old woman slowly shuffled back into the room. "The phone's not working," Veronica said with frustration. "Oh, it must be the storm," the old woman replied, knowing that it hadn't worked in years. "Well, I'm sure it will be fine in just a little while." She slid the tray onto the coffee table and placed the teacup furthest away from her on the end of the table nearest the sofa. "Come sit down, dear. Some tea will make you feel better. By the way, dear, what is your name?" "Veronica. I'm sorry I didn't introduce myself," she replied blankly. Her mind was working on what to do next and how to get out of the house as quickly as possible. "What a beautiful name; perfect for such a beautiful young girl. My name is Glenda." Veronica nodded and mumbled "thank you" in response to the compliment. She turned to the window and stared out into the darkness, transformed a moment later by a flash of lightning. "Please come sit with me, Veronica. I'm so happy to have you here." Veronica sighed, and walked over to sit on the sofa. Glenda sat in one of the chairs across the table from the sofa, and she watched Veronica intently. Veronica did not notice Glenda's stare as she consciously avoided looking at the grotesque woman. She also had no idea as to Glenda's evil intention, which was to poison her with the potion in her teacup. The powders mixed into the tea would transform the beautiful brunette into a hideous old hag as soon as she drank it. "You should try the tea. It will soothe you, dear." "Oh, thank you, but I'm really not thirsty," Veronica protested gently. "It's a special variety I make myself. I think you will really like it. Please try it," Glenda persisted. 'Oh, I almost have her now,' Glenda thought to herself. 'Drink it, drink it, my pretty little miss, drink it. Then I will watch as my spell is cast and you become a horrible, wretched creature. You will see your precious mortal beauty melt away and you will beg me to remove the spell, to change you back, and I will only laugh as you look at yourself in horror. You can not stand to look at me... well, you will certainly never be able to look at yourself again!' Veronica shrugged and slid forward to pick up the cup and saucer. The tea was still steaming hot, and she softly blew on it to cool it. As she was about to bring the cup up to her lips, a loud crack of thunder rumbled overhead and shook the house. The electric light flickered, and then went out. Veronica sat perfectly still in the total darkness, frightened and very uncomfortable. She heard Glenda stand and shuffle across the floor. "Don't worry, Veronica. I have some candles. I'll have them lit in a minute," she told her. As her eyes adjusted to the darkness, Veronica set the cup and saucer down on the table and watched Glenda strike a match and light 3 candles in a candlabra at one end of the room. As the old woman moved slowly to the other side of the room and lit several more candles which were on the mantle of the fireplace, Veronica reached again for the cup and saucer. She made a split second decision and took the one from the tray and silently replaced it with the one she had held just moments ago. Glenda could not see this as she was busy lighting the candles. Something inside of Veronica made her switch them, but she didn't know what it was. Before she could think about it any further, Glenda returned and stood by her chair. The room took on a warm, soft glow from the burning candles with muted shadows cast from all directions. "There now, that's not too bad, is it?" she asked of her guest, and watched intently as Veronica brought the cup up to sip from it. "Aren't you going to have some, too?" Veronica asked her as she glanced up at Glenda. "Oh, yes, I certainly am," she replied as she bent forward and lifted the cup and saucer from the tray. Veronica paused as Glenda lifted the cup with a shaking right hand and then they each silently drank the tea. Veronica thought she saw a tiny, wicked smirk come across Glenda's lips as they both swallowed the last of the tea. A moment later, a deep, gasping groan escaped from the old woman's mouth, her eyes opened wide, and in the next few moments, an incredible metamorphosis took place. This horribly ugly, old hag was transformed into a stunning, sensuous, feminine beauty. A mane of long, golden blonde hair now cascaded onto her shoulders and down her back. Her complexion was flawless as if she were a porcelain doll, and the features of her face were radiantly beautiful. Gone were the crooked, rotted teeth, and in their place were perfect, straight white ones that would form a sweet, radiant smile framed by tender, pouty, red lips. Her large doe-like eyes were deep, sparkling blue and possessed a look of gentle innocence and wonder. Her smooth, slender neck led down to her two perfect, full, round breasts which nearly spilled out over the plunging neckline of a tiny, black dress. The skin tight dress clung to every inch of her body, especially her sleek waist and womanly hips and ass, while the hem barely came down to the middle of her thighs. It did conceal the lace bands of the sheer black seamed stockings that adorned her long, exquisite legs. Her statuesque figure and shapely legs were accentuated even more by the simple yet utterly feminine, black leather, stilletto-heeled pumps on her feet. Her hands, once so gnarled, were now soft and smooth, with long, delicate fingers and sculpted deep red fingernails. Where only moments ago stood a hideous, repulsive old woman, now was a breathtakingly beautiful young woman. Veronica gasped at the sight of Glenda and dropped the cup and saucer she had been holding in her hands. As they crashed to the floor, Glenda looked down at herself and gasped, too. "Oh no! What happened?!? Oh no, no, no!" she cried out in horror as her cup and saucer fell to the floor. Veronica could not respond, still stunned by what she saw. Glenda touched her face, hair, and body in shock and disbelief as she sobbed, "What have you done?!? This wasn't supposed to happen!" Her voice was now sweet and melodic, but Veronica could hear anger and despair in it. "And look at you! You haven't changed! Oh, you tricked me, didn't you? You switched the cups!," Glenda wailed. "How could this happen to me?!? Oh, I must find an antidote," she moaned desperately. "But why?..." Veronica finally whispered. "What did you try to do?" "I wanted to cast a spell on you, to rob you of your beauty and make you ugly and old. The potion was to completely transform you," Glenda replied. "And that's what made you so... so beautiful?", Veronica asked in awe. "Augh!," Glenda cried out as if the word 'beautiful' caused her great pain. "Yes! I mistakenly drank it and was transformed into THIS!," Glenda said with disgust. "Oh, I must do something!" With that, she turned and ran into the kitchen. Wearing the tight dress and high heels, Glenda ran with short, graceful, feminine steps that only emphasized even more her amazingly beautiful new body. She began searching frantically through dozens of bottles on the shelves. Veronica followed behind, growing more curious by the moment and struggling with how the now young and gorgeous Glenda could be so repulsed by her beauty. "I don't understand. You were so ugly, and now you're incredibly beautiful. Why does that upset you?," she asked. "Women have always searched for ways to possess beauty, and now you, you have that!" Glenda glared at Veronica. "I am a sorceress. A witch. I am wicked and evil, and my form gives me the power of fear and intimidation over mere mortals. I cannot lose that!" Glenda replied harshly. Veronica paused and then said softly, "But, beauty and desire are very powerful, too." She felt a warm glow inside herself, and was a bit lightheaded. She found herself reaching out to gently touch Glenda on the shoulder. "A beautiful, seductive woman can have great power over others, and with the beauty you now have, no one could resist you. No one." Glenda stopped her search again to turn and look at Veronica. There was a look in her eyes Glenda had never before seen in anyone's eyes. The brunette sighed and asked innocently, "Haven't you every experienced real sensual, physical desire? Some people would say that it makes them feel… wicked." As she spoke, Veronica tentatively reached out and lightly ran her fingertips over Glenda's cheek and stroked her hair. "I can't believe what's happening...," she said, a confused, dreamy look on her face. "Was there something in the tea I drank? Did you cast a spell on me?", Veronica whispered. Glenda smiled as she heard this, a familiar feeling of power returning to her but in a new, different way. It was mixed with physical sensations of her altered body. She was aware of strange stimulations she had never felt before - they were different, but not unpleasant. She realized that the liquid she had put in her own tea seemed to have had an effect on Veronica, and Glenda was becoming less upset as every moment passed. 'Well, perhaps this isn't so terrible,' she allowed herself to consider. Now she wanted to see how much control she had over Veronica. In a coy, innocent voice Glenda said, "No, the only spell cast was on me." "But, I've never felt this way towards another woman before," Veronica replied. "What way is that?" Glenda asked softly, trying to draw more from her. "I, I can't explain it. I'm drawn to you. I can't take my eyes off of you. I want to be near you, and touch you..." Her fingers glided down through Glenda's golden locks and lingered as her hand reached the end of those silken strands. Glenda now sensed that she possessed a growing power over Veronica. Wanting to test it, she coldly replied, "That makes no difference to me. Leave me alone now so I can create the potion that will return me to my former self." "Oh, no. Please don't," Veronica pleaded with an aching voice, "That would be so terrible. There must be something I can do to convince you. Please, Glenda, please stay as beautiful as you are now." She paused and then added, "For me." Veronica moved closer to face Glenda, and gently placed her hands on the firm hips of the beautiful sorceress while looking longingly into her blue eyes. "Why should I remain this way?" Glenda asked softly but indignantly. "I want to return to my natural form." "But you're now so young and beautiful, and there are so many pleasures you could experience now. A soft, warm kiss… a gentle caress... all of the pleasures that a woman can feel," the brunette answered. Her breathing was deeper now, and her cheeks blushed as she spoke. "I've never done this before, but, I know I can please you!" Glenda was very curious now. She had never cast a spell before where someone had begged her in this way - not to remove the spell, but to keep it. And there was something very pleasurable about the way this beautiful young woman touched her. Glenda no longer wished to rob Veronica of her beauty. She now found herself strangely excited by the pleas of this pretty female mortal. 'Hmmm, this attention is very nice,' she thought. "Why do you say that I'm so beautiful Veronica?," she whispered in a teasingly innocent way. She spoke with such vulnerability and sweetness that resisting her would be impossible. Glenda had possessed this body for only a few minutes, but she was already learning to use its beauty and eroticism. Veronica's lower lip trembled, and she sighed once more. She was overcome by desires she had never felt before, and words that she had never spoken or even imagined began to come forth without a second thought. "Everything about you is so perfect... your beautiful face, your hair... your body is so incredibly sexy, especially in these clothes... Glenda, you've become the most desirable woman in the world! It would be such a shame for you to change that." Her voice was now no more than a whisper as she continued. "I have never seen a more beautiful, more feminine woman." Veronica's hands gently stroked Glenda's hips for a moment, then slowly slid up her sides. Her fingers toyed with the neckline of the dress and the soft skin of Glenda's chest. "This dress is so revealing and so seductive... those black stockings look fabulous on your long legs. Even the high heels you're wearing! A beautiful woman in high heels is so sexy..." She sighed and stared down at Glenda's legs and feet as she said this. "If you stay this way, I will do everything I can to bring you all the sensuous pleasures you could ever imagine. I know what arouses and satisfies a woman. I know you will love the way I can make you feel." Veronica brought her face up to Glenda's, and hesitantly, gently pressed her lips to Glenda's in the most soft, erotic kiss she could give. The beautiful blonde wanted to resist, but she could not ignore the sensual, sexual arousal stirring inside her. She had never kissed anyone before, but she tried to duplicate what Veronica was doing, and in a moment, she was returning the sweet, passionate kiss. Glenda realized that she could learn so much about these physical pleasures from Veronica. As the kiss ended a few moments later, Glenda softly said, "You really do think I'm beautiful, don't you?" "Oh, yes," Veronica replied earnestly, and then asked, "And do you find me attractive? Do I arouse you at all?" Glenda thought about it the questions for a second or two, and then nodded, saying, "Yes, I think so. What else can you do to arouse me?" Veronica smiled and blushed again, then said, "I can undress for you." Her hands slipped away from Glenda's hips, and she shrugged off her brown jacket, tossing it aside on the floor. She stared at Glenda as she began to unbutton her white silk blouse. "I hope you like what I'm wearing underneath this," she whispered as she tugged the blouse out of the waistband of her skirt and revealed a white lace bra which strained to contain her full breasts, now heaving in excitement. She dropped the blouse on top of the discarded jacket, reached around her back to unzip her skirt, then moved her hips from side to side to slide it off. Veronica let the skirt drop to the floor around her feet, and carefully stepped out of it before bending down to pick it up and toss it onto the pile of clothes. She stood in front of Glenda wearing a beautiful, matched set of lingerie - the white lace bra, a white lace garter belt attached to her tan stockings, and tiny lace bikini panties. Her perfect body was made even more erotic and alluring by the fine, feminine lingerie. Veronica felt even more aroused now, and looked carefully at Glenda's face to see her reaction. The Powers of Beauty: Alt Version Veronica's car had come to a stop, and she couldn't get it to start again. She sat, frustrated and upset, inside her BMW on the side of a deserted country road, miles from any town. The skies were growing darker by the minute as storm clouds rolled in from the west, and the setting sun cast an eerie light on the horizon. "At least I'm near a house," she thought to herself. She grabbed her purse and her small suitcase and started walking towards the solitary wooden house which sat a few hundred yards back from the road. "I'll find out where the closest mechanic is, call them, and then get out of here," she said to herself as she opened the creaking, iron gate and headed up the cement path towards the front porch. Veronica didn't notice any light coming from inside the house, which was run down and easily could have been abandoned. But it was her only option, and she hoped for a friendly face and some help. She lifted the rusty door knocker and banged it three or four times. The wind was growing stronger and stronger, and it tousled her long, brown hair. She stood there in front of the door wearing only a lightweight wool suit jacket, silk blouse, and skirt. Veronica shivered, both from the chill of the wind and from a momentary sense of fear. The dark, dilapidated house was giving her the creeps. She was about to turn around and go back to her car when she heard the click of a lock, and the door slowly opened. "Hello?" she said quietly as she leaned to her left to peer into the doorway. Veronica gasped when she caught sight of her. In the doorway stood a wrinkled old woman. She was the ugliest woman Veronica had ever seen. Her face was misshapen with a large, crooked nose, deep sunken eyes, and a long, pointed chin. Her skin was covered with warts and moles, and her hair was a tangled mess of brittle gray strands. She stood there, hunched over, in a tattered black dress that mercifully hid from view the rest of her gaunt body. Her hands were bony, with long, crooked fingers. The woman looked at Veronica, eyeing her from head to toe in a second, and in a craggy, high-pitched voice said, "Can I help you?" "Umm... yes. Yes, I hope so," Veronica stammered. Part of her wanted to just turn around and leave, but another part of her struggled to overcome the fear and revulsion and get the help she needed. "My car broke down, and I haven't seen a phone for miles, and I need to call someone to come fix it, so..." Veronica spoke quickly and nervously. "You see, there's a storm coming, too, and I was hoping I could use your phone. I didn't mean to disturb you." "Oh, dear, that's alright. I'd be happy to help you. Please come in," the woman said as she stepped back and opened the door wide to invite Veronica in. 'Oh how perfect this is,' she thought to herself. Veronica took a deep breath - both a sigh of relief and to gather her courage to enter the house - and stepped inside. She stood meekly aside as the decrepit, ancient woman slowly closed and locked the door. Veronica - a young, lovely vision with her pretty features, dressed in her tailored brown suit, tan stockings, and brown high heels - was a stark contrast to the wretched figure next to her. The old woman turned and hobbled towards the living room. "Come this way, dear. Make yourself comfortable and relax. You seem very upset." "Thank you," she replied quietly, "I don't want to be any trouble. I'll just call a mechanic and go wait in my car." "Don't be silly. You can certainly wait here. It's no bother at all. I don't have company very often," the woman said as sweetly as she could. "I'll make some tea for us." Veronica decided not to argue. She figured she'd make her call, sit with the old woman for a few minutes, and then be gone. The woman turned on a lamp to light the room, and pointed to a phone in the far corner. "The phone is right there. I'm sorry but I don't have a phone book or the number for any local mechanics. You could try the operator I suppose," she told Veronica. "In the meantime, I'll be in the kitchen, brewing some tea. Why don't you put your things down and have a seat on the sofa. I'll be back in a few minutes." With that, she turned and walked through a doorway at the back of the room. Veronica looked around the dusty, shadowy room. There were several antique arm chairs in the corners, and two more in the center of the room which faced a coffee table and the sofa. Veronica set her purse and case down next to the sofa and walked over to the phone. The old woman stood at a counter in the kitchen, two teacups and saucers in front of her. Into one of the cups she sprinkled powders from dark brown glass bottles while she mumbled incantations. She then poured tea from a pot into the cup and stirred the contents to dissolve the powder. Into the other cup, she put 3 drops of a liquid and then added tea to it. She carefully placed each cup onto a silver serving tray, the first cup furthest away from her and the second one closest to her. In between them she placed the teapot. She cackled to herself and then lifted the tray and began to walk back to the living room. Veronica lifted the receiver but heard no sound. "Damn it!," she said in a muffled voice as she tapped the button on the phone cradle, hoping to get a dial tone. She tried again, and then a third time as the old woman slowly shuffled back into the room. "The phone's not working," Veronica said with frustration. "Oh, it must be the storm," the old woman replied, knowing that it had been years since it worked. "Well, I'm sure it will be fine in just a little while." She slid the tray onto the coffee table and placed the teacup furthest away from her on the end of the table nearest the sofa. "Come sit down, dear. Some tea will make you feel better. By the way, dear, what is your name?" "Veronica. I'm sorry I didn't introduce myself," she replied blankly. Her mind was working on what to do next and how to get out of the house as quickly as possible. "What a beautiful name. Perfect for such a beautiful young girl. My name is Glenda." Veronica nodded and mumbled "thank you" in response to the compliment. She turned to the window and stared out into the darkness, illuminated a moment later by a flash of lightning. "Please come sit with me, Veronica. I'm so happy to have you here." Veronica sighed, and walked over to sit on the sofa. Glenda sat in one of the chairs across the table from the sofa, and she watched Veronica intently. Veronica did not notice Glenda's stare as she consciously avoided looking at the grotesque woman. She also had no idea as to Glenda's evil intention, which was to poison her with the potion in her teacup. The powders mixed into the tea would cause the beautiful brunette to be transformed into a hideous old woman as soon as she drank it. "You should try the tea. It will soothe you, dear." "Oh, thank you, but I'm really not thirsty," Veronica protested gently. "But it's a special variety I make myself. I think you will really like it - Please try it," Glenda persisted. She was so close now, Glenda thought to herself. 'Come on now, you vain, little pretty girl - drink it. Then I will watch with delight as you are transformed into a horrible old creature, and you will beg me to remove the spell, to change you back, and I will only laugh as you look at yourself in horror. You can't even stand to look at me. Well, you will never be able to look at yourself again!' Veronica shrugged and slid forward to pick up the cup and saucer. The tea was still steaming hot, and she softly blew on it to cool it. As she was about to bring the cup up to her lips, a loud crack of thunder rumbled overhead and shook the house. The light flickered, and then went out. Veronica sat perfectly still in the total darkness, frightened and very uncomfortable. She heard Glenda stand and shuffle across the floor. "Don't worry, I have some candles. I'll have them lit in a minute," she told her. As her eyes adjusted to the darkness, Veronica set the cup and saucer down on the table and watched Glenda strike a match and light 3 candles in a candlabra at one end of the room. As the old woman moved slowly to the other side of the room and lit several more candles which were on the mantle of the fireplace, Veronica reached again for the cup and saucer. Something - fear, intuition, a feeling - made her stop, and then take the cup from the tray and silently replaced it with the one she had held just moments ago. Veronica's heart began pounding, and her hands trembled ever so slightly. Something inside of her made Veronica switch them, but she didn't know what it was. Before she could think about it any further, Glenda returned and stood by her chair. The room took on a warm, soft glow from the burning candles with muted shadows cast from all directions. "There now, that's not too bad, is it?" she asked of her guest, and watched intently as Veronica brought the cup up to sip from it. "Aren't you going to have some, too?" Veronica asked her as she glanced up at Glenda. "Oh, yes, I certainly am," she replied as she bent forward and lifted the cup and saucer from the tray. Veronica paused as Glenda lifted the cup with a shaking right hand and then they each silently drank. Veronica thought she saw just the slightest hint of a smirk come across Glenda's lips as she watched Veronica finish her tea. Glenda then swallowed the last drops from her cup. A moment later, a low, pained moan escaped from the old woman's mouth, her eyes opened wide, and in the next few moments, an incredible metamorphosis took place. This horrible, ugly old woman was transformed into a stunning, feminine young beauty. A mane of long, golden blonde hair now cascaded onto her shoulders and down her back. Her skin was flawless and her face had perfect, beautiful features like a porcelain doll. Where crooked, rotted teeth had been moments before, now radiant white teeth sparkled, surrounded by full, moist, red lips. Her large doe-like eyes were deep blue and possessed a gentle innocence. The lines of her smooth, delicate neck led down to her chest and two full, round, perfect breasts which nearly spilled out over the plunging neckline of a tiny, black dress. The sexy, skin tight dress clung to every inch of her slender waist and sleek, curvy hips and ass, while the hem scarcely came down to the middle of her thighs. It did conceal the lace bands of the sheer black seamed stockings that adorned her long, shapely legs. On her feet were a pair of simple yet utterly feminine black leather pumps with stiletto high heels that accentuated her statuesque figure and alluring legs. Her hands, once so gnarled, were now soft and smooth, with long, feminine fingers and fingernails that were perfectly shaped and coated with deep red polish. Where only moments ago stood a hideous, repulsive old hag, now was this perfect woman, possessing the most alluring, most beautiful features imaginable. Veronica gasped at the sight of Glenda and dropped the cup and saucer she had been holding in her hands. As they crashed to the floor, Glenda looked down at herself, and gasped, too as she realized for the first time that she had been changed. "Oh no!" she exclaimed in a soft, sweet, innocent voice. Her cup and saucer slipped from her grasp and fell to the floor, then Glenda brought her hands up to tentatively touch her face. Her fingertips lightly grazed the smooth skin of her cheeks, then ran gently through her luxurious hair and down to her breathtakingly beautiful body. She touched her breasts as if they were fragile and foreign to her, but then stroked her sides and hips more firmly. Glenda turned her hips ever so slightly back and forth, softly brushing her stocking-covered thighs and knees against each other. She stared down at herself all the while, and then looked up at Veronica. There was an expression on Glenda's face that was unlike any Veronica had ever seen. Soulful blue eyes, opened wide in wonder, shock, and even fear; cheeks blushed red. In a quivering voice, she hesitantly asked, "Am I ... pretty?" Veronica was stunned. First overwhelmed as she watched Glenda transformed into this gorgeous woman, and now, she couldn't believe her ears as the beautiful blonde standing before her asked with such uncertainty if she was pretty! 'My god! You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen in my life!,' thought Veronica. She was so overcome by what had just happened that she stood motionless, unable to do anything. She was aware of her pulse pounding through her body and her head, and her chest heaved in and out as she nearly gasped for each breath. But at that moment, despite her own fear, Veronica was touched by Glenda's question as she sensed the genuineness in this stunning but somewhat frightened young woman. Veronica could see it in her eyes - Glenda really wanted to know if Veronica thought she was pretty. Her heart went out to Glenda, and she slowly nodded her head while trying to swallow. Veronica licked her lips and managed to whisper, "Yes... very pretty." Glenda's face was radiant now, blushing even more, eyes sparkling, and smiling sweetly. Veronica's response pleased her very much, and Veronica could see that in her reaction. There was something about her that was drawing Veronica in, something Veronica had never felt before in her life. She wasn't aware of it, but inside of her there was a longing to know more, a longing to touch Glenda and see if this beautiful vision before her was real. Veronica too was frightened, but her curiosity gnawed at her and she was compelled to ask what had happened, and what was going to happen. Although a hundred questions whirled around inside her mind, Veronica could only manage to softly say, "Why?" Glenda knew what Veronica was asking, and she cast her eyes down ashamedly. "I'm sorry, Veronica. I need to explain so much to you," she began. Looking into Veronica's eyes for just a moment before looking away again, she sighed and quietly said, "I am a sorceress, a witch, and I tried to give you a potion that would take away your youth and your beauty. In some way I was jealous of you, and that evil jealousy drove me to try to transform you into a horrible old woman like me." Her voice grew more emotional as she continued. "I am so sorry that I tried to hurt you. I promise I won't ever try to harm you again." There was an aching sorrowfulness to Glenda's words, and as she lifted her head to look at Veronica, the expression on her face clearly showed shame and sadness. "I hope you can forgive me." Veronica's head was spinning again as she tried to comprehend this confession that Glenda was a witch who had tried to poison her. A confession that was even more amazing coming from the now young and gorgeous Glenda, who stood there asking, genuinely and emotionally, to be forgiven. Veronica listened to the words again in her mind while staring intently at Glenda, and battled with her own emotions. Part of her was terrified and wanted to just turn and run from this house, while part of her found Glenda to be sincere in her confessions and her apology. Veronica felt her heart aching to comfort the contrite beauty, and felt a tingling in her belly, a tingling of arousal. By drinking the tea meant for Veronica, Glenda had cast a spell on herself, but had she also cast some kind of spell on Veronica? She felt lightheaded, and wondered if there had been something in the tea that Glenda had intended to drink that was now affecting her. Veronica continued to gaze at Glenda, and then whispered, "So, the potion transformed you instead?" "Yes. I drank from your cup and..." Her voice trailed off. "Will it wear off?" Veronica asked. "The spell is eternal, and only if I drink an antidote could it be removed. But," Glenda quickly added, "now that I have taken on this new form, I don't want to be that evil, old woman again. I don't ever want to try to hurt you again." "Are you angry that I switched the cups?" Veronica whispered hesitantly. "Oh, no. No, Veronica, I'm not angry with you." Glenda's voice conveyed a gentleness and sincerity that comforted Veronica as she listened to the reply. Veronica began to realize that not only had Glenda's physical form been completely changed but her personality and mind seemed to be totally different, too. She was no longer wicked or evil. The innocence and sweet emotions she now displayed were real. "I would love to stay like I am now, if you want that too, and if you'll stay with me," Glenda whispered. "Everything is so new and different to me now, I've never felt this way before." She looked into Veronica's eyes and said, "Please show me how to be a beautiful woman, Veronica, and to know the pleasures of it." Glenda's pleas were swaying Veronica. The urges to be near Glenda, to comfort this sweet, vulnerable woman were growing stronger, and they were mixed with intense sexual attraction. Veronica was shocked and frightened as she realized that she was experiencing erotic, physical feelings for this incredibly sexy female, but she could feel herself being drawn to Glenda as if it were out of her own control. 'It must be a spell...' she thought to herself as she struggled with these feelings. "I don't know what I could do," Veronica whispered. Glenda slowly walked around the table that separated them and stood to the side, just a few feet from Veronica. She reached out her right hand and said, "You can show me how to feel the pleasures that a pretty, young woman feels. Won't you please stay here with me?" "But... A man could... You could have anyone you want..." Veronica spoke in halting whispers as her left hand moved just slightly towards Glenda's outstretched hand. "But you're here with me, and I want to learn from you," Glenda whispered in an innocent yet seductive way. "Veronica, please don't be afraid of me." Veronica took a step forward and slipped her hand into Glenda's. They stood only inches apart, looking into each other's eyes. Veronica was aware of how soft the skin of Glenda's hand was, and she breathed in the lovely, perfumed scent of the blonde. Her heart was beating hard and fast now, and her mouth was so dry. "Please tell me if you really think I'm beautiful, Veronica. No one has ever said that to me before." "You are. You are very beautiful, Glenda," she said softly but emphatically. Veronica's longing for her was now almost too much to bear, and she started to speak again, pausing to try to put into words what she was feeling. "Very, very beautiful... I, I've never..." Glenda interrupted by whispering urgently, "Oh, please." Veronica embraced Glenda and their lips met in a soft, sweet, erotic kiss. Veronica shivered from the electricity of the moment - her first passionate taste of another woman. She held Glenda close to her, left hand cradling the back of the blonde sorceress' head and her fingers intertwined with the luxurious mane of hair while her right hand caressed the firm, arched small of her back through the slinky black dress. Veronica kissed her deeply, and gently slid her tongue between Glenda's tender lips. Any reservations she had were now gone. Veronica was completely aroused by this erotic female who possessed supernatural powers, and she gave in to every sexual urge she now felt. 'Oh, this is incredible!,' she thought to herself as they continued to hold and kiss each other. After several minutes, their lips parted and each woman softly gasped for breath. Glenda's eyes were closed, and with her head tilted back slightly, she seemed to be lost in a dream. She pursed her lips and cooed, "Ooh, Veronica, that was fantastic." She opened her eyes and looked longingly at Veronica while saying, "I've never experienced anything so wonderful before. I want more. Hold me and touch me. I want to feel even more of the pleasure of this body... my new body." The Powers of Beauty: Alt Version Veronica did not say a word, but moaned quietly while staring hungrily at Glenda and then rubbed herself erotically against her partner's firm, sexy body. Her hands first squeezed Glenda's ass while pulling and grinding their crotches together, and then began gliding up the sleek curves of her hips, waist, and sides. She paused to kiss Glenda's lips, and then slowly brought her hands up to cup Glenda's breasts. Veronica spread her slender fingers out to cover as much of the large, round globes as she could, and she lightly scratched at the bare flesh of her cleavage with her fingernails. She then dragged the tips of her fingers across Glenda's nipples, which were completely erect and poked out invitingly underneath the material of her dress. Glenda moaned with pleasure when Veronica did this. "Oh Veronica, that's so nice," she purred. "Is this what it feels like to be aroused?" Veronica smiled and nodded, to which Glenda replied, "Oh, please don't stop. I love it." Veronica continued to play with Glenda's breasts and nipples while leaning forward every few moments to kiss her lips or cheeks. Glenda then began to touch and caress Veronica's long brown hair, her face, and her chest. "You are such a beautiful woman," Glenda whispered almost in awe. Veronica blushed and thanked her. She had been told that many times before in her life, but never had it sounded so sincere and never had it made her heart flutter as it did this time. "You really do have me under your spell," she told Glenda with a sigh. "I want you so much that I can't help myself. Oh, you are gorgeous!," she exclaimed as her hands roamed over Glenda's hips and thighs. "Tell me why you think I'm gorgeous. I love hearing the things you tell me. It makes me feel...sexy," Glenda said in a breathless voice, softly giggling as she said the word 'sexy.' "I've never, ever felt sexy before!" "Oh, it's everything about you," Veronica sighed as her eyes quickly scanned every inch of Glenda. "Tell me," she whispered. "Mmm, your face is so beautiful... Your eyes are stunning... You look so sweet and innocent, but," Veronica stopped to bring the tip of her right forefinger up and lightly trace it over Glenda's lips. "These lips are so erotic. And only an angel should have such long, shining hair," she said as her hand stroked Glenda's golden locks. "Does this dress make me look beautiful?," Glenda wondered. "Oh, yes! You look delicious in that," Veronica purred as her hands caressed Glenda's body. "It's so tight and shows off your body so well. And black is so seductive." "You think I'm seductive?," Glenda asked, with a touch of surprise in her voice. Veronica smiled, pressed herself closer to Glenda, and whispered, "Well, you really have seduced me." Glenda smiled and then sweetly and erotically kissed Veronica. She was truly enjoying her new form and her new sexuality, and, it seemed Veronica was enjoying it, too. The sensuous kiss ended, and Glenda softly encouraged Veronica again. "Tell me more. I want to know more about being a beautiful woman." Veronica sighed and said, "Your legs are so long and so shapely..." Her hands caressed Glenda's thighs and slowly slid the hem of her dress up to reveal the lace bands at the tops of her stockings. "Oooh, stockings," Veronica cooed. "They feel nice. Do you like them?," Glenda asked. Veronica smiled and said, "Yes, they look fabulous on you. Stockings are very feminine and very sexy." Hearing that, Glenda replied, "Then I'll always wear stockings. And my shoes," she continued, looking down at the black stiletto heeled pumps, "I've never worn anything like them before." Glenda turned her left leg and lifted her heel so it pointed out slightly and allowed her to see the side of the shoe. "I think they make me feel pretty and feminine, too." "I've never seen a woman look more graceful or perfect in high heels than you do," Veronica said. "Most women don't even like to wear heels." "But, they're sexy, aren't they?," Glenda asked innocently. "Oh yes. High heels make a woman look sexy, and yours are so pretty. They look great on you." "Thank you," Glenda whispered, and then coyly added, "I really like the way you look in your heels too, Veronica." She paused for a moment, and eyed her companion from head to toe. "Mmmm, you're right... women do look sexy in high heels. Is that why you're wearing them?" Veronica blushed as she listened to Glenda, and glanced down at her simple, yet pretty brown leather pumps. "I guess that is why," she said with a giggle. "I never really thought about it, but, I know I look good in heels, and I do feel pretty when I'm wearing high heels with a dress or skirt. And I know I'll always get attention from..." She realized what she was about to say and stopped. Glenda looked wistfully at her, and finished Veronica's sentence. "Men." She paused and then softly said, "I bet that it really feels nice to know you're so attractive to men. I just hope you aren't upset or uncomfortable because I'm attracted to you." "Oh, no, Glenda. I'm not upset," Veronica said reassuringly. "I didn't mean to make you think that." She reached up and touched Glenda's cheek with her fingertips. "Please don't feel badly. I've never felt attraction from another woman before, but, I've also never known anyone like you before." Both women smiled, and Veronica gave Glenda a soft kiss on the lips. "This is all so new to me," she continued, "but I enjoy the attention you're giving me. It makes me feel very special. I think I like knowing that I'm arousing you, and I think I want to keep doing it," Veronica whispered. "I'm glad," Glenda replied. "Will you come upstairs with me? I want to see my reflection in a mirror." "I'd love to." With that, Glenda took Veronica by the hand and they walked back to the entrance hallway of the house. Glenda led her up the dark staircase. The tapping of their heels on the old wooden steps mixed with the creaking of the wood as they made their way to the second floor. Glenda reached for the doorknob in front of her, then stopped and said to Veronica, "Oh, wait just a second." She closed her eyes and mumbled a few words that Veronica could not understand. Glenda paused silently for another moment, then opened the door saying, "Come on." They walked into a bedroom filled with the warm glow of dozens of candles, which illuminated a picture perfect, romantic chamber. There was a huge bed in the room, with a brass headboard. An antique dresser, wooden rocking chair, and large wood-framed dressing mirror were also found in the room. Veronica looked around the room and softly exclaimed, "Oh, this is so beautiful. Did you just...?" Glenda smiled and nodded. "I hope you like it. I want you to feel comfortable here." She then turned and walked across the room, past the bed and dresser, until she stood directly in front of the full-length mirror. Glenda gasped, and then sighed softly as she saw her new self completely for the first time. Veronica could see, through the mirror's reflection, the wondrous expression on Glenda's face as she drank in her amazing femininity and beauty. She could almost feel Glenda's excitement and joy herself, and she even felt a little twinge of envy as she watched the beautiful blonde staring at herself and running her hands all over herself. 'I can't believe this is really happening, I just can't believe it,' Veronica thought as she shook her head gently and smiled. "I never meant for this to happen," Glenda said before turning around to face Veronica, "but I'm so happy it did. I love how this feels, and I love how I look. I love being beautiful, and feminine, and sexy... and I really love having you here with me. I hope I can make you feel as fantastic as I do." She then walked over and kissed Veronica gently on the lips. The simple, sweet kiss became a long, passionate embrace as both women felt their arousal leap to a new height. After a few minutes, Glenda broke their embrace, and took a small step back away from Veronica. She looked into her eyes, and in an innocent, almost sheepish way admitted, "I would really like to undress you, if you'll let me." Veronica smiled, again touched by the shy reticence of her gorgeous partner. She nodded her head and whispered, "I think I'd do anything you asked me to." Glenda beamed when she heard this, and she silently watched Veronica take a few, slow, deliberate steps to the dresser, where she turned and leaned suggestively against the top edge. Veronica stretched her legs out slightly in front of her, with her feet both firmly on the floor, and placed both hands on her thighs to hike her skirt up enough to reveal the tops of her stockings, the straps of her garter, and just a glimpse of bare skin. She then leaned back and braced herself with her hands at her sides, just behind her. Veronica felt so wicked now, and seductively whispered, "So, where do you want to start?" Glenda's eyes were wide with wonder and excitement, and she stepped forward to begin. She straddled Veronica's legs and reached for the top button on the blouse with both hands. Her fingers moved slowly and deliberately, and she looked down to watch her own actions intently. Veronica was entranced by the way Glenda approached her, and, feeling more playful and sexy with every moment, she began to slowly rub her own stocking-covered thighs against Glenda's. The slow, seductive movement did not distract Glenda, but she did manage to press and rub her legs against Veronica in return, causing the hem of her dress to creep up and reveal her own stocking tops and garters. Veronica was truly enjoying this experience, especially the slow, gentle way Glenda was unbuttoning her blouse. No one had ever done it so lovingly before. When Glenda released the button just above the waistband of the skirt, Veronica encouraged her in the softest whisper, "Pull it out." She did, and then was able to undo the final button. Veronica shrugged her jacket and open blouse off of her shoulders, and they fell down around her arms and waist. Glenda gazed at Veronica and softly gasped again as she caught sight of her beautiful breasts contained in a lacy white bra. Her curiosity led her to bring her hands up to gently caress Veronica's chest, gingerly squeezing and stroking the beautiful brunette's own firm mounds. Glenda stared intently as her hands lovingly touched Veronica, and after a moment she bent forward to kiss the soft, warm cleavage of her partner. Veronica gasped, once again overwhelmed by the sensual pleasure she was experiencing for the first time. 'God, could it really be this great?' she wondered to herself. Glenda glanced up and softly asked, "Do you like that?" Veronica sighed, "Mmm, hmm." Glenda placed 3 or 4 more gentle kisses on Veronica's breasts, and then put her hands on the waistband of Veronica's skirt. She stroked her hips and let her fingertips glide over the bare skin of Veronica's slim waist. At the same time, Veronica stood up and slipped her hands out of her jacket and blouse, letting the clothing fall to the floor. She turned around so that Glenda could unbutton and unzip her skirt. As the beautiful blonde silently did that, Veronica turned her head to look at the mirror. She felt her arousal grow even stronger as she watched in awe as the gorgeous blonde sorceress in the impossibly sexy black dress, stockings, and high heels undressed her. It was a sight she never would have dreamed of in her life. Glenda was now slowly easing Veronica's skirt down past her hips and ass, and she knelt down as it reached Veronica's feet. With one hand on the skirt and the other on a slim, nylon-clad ankle, Glenda guided Veronica to step out of the garment. She tossed it aside with the discarded blouse and jacket, and then began caressing Veronica's long legs. "Oh, your legs are so smooth and pretty," Glenda cooed. Veronica placed her hands on the edge of the dresser to brace herself as she felt herself sway a bit, almost lightheaded from her arousal. She closed her eyes and sighed as she felt Glenda's gentle hands gliding up and down from her ankles to her thighs, and then felt the soft skin of the blonde's face brush against her legs. Glenda placed 2 or 3 soft kisses on the back of each of Veronica's thighs, and then stood up and rubbed herself sensuously on the beautiful brunette's back. Veronica moaned in pleasure, and pressed herself back against Glenda, grinding her ass erotically into the blonde's crotch. "Mmm, this is so wonderful. Don't stop," Veronica purred. Glenda wrapped her arms around Veronica and held her tight, then her hands roamed all over Veronica's firm, womanly breasts and slim, taut belly. Glenda nuzzled Veronica's soft brown hair and ran her lips over a tender ear, playfully licking the soft lobe. Veronica shivered and arched her back. A moment later, she felt Glenda's fingers releasing the hook on the back strap of her bra. "I want to take this off," the beautiful blonde said in an urgent whisper, and Veronica silently and happily complied. Glenda guided the shoulder straps down each arm, and then Veronica turned to face her as the lacy cups fell away from Veronica's breasts. The white lingerie dropped to the floor as Glenda inhaled sharply and fixed her gaze on her companion's chest. The tips of her long fingers gingerly glided over Veronica's full, round breasts for a few moments, and then without speaking a word, the blonde sorceress bent forward and began kissing the soft, feminine flesh and impossibly erect nipples before her. Veronica threw her head back and cried out in pleasure. It was the greatest arousal she had ever felt in her life. No man had ever touched her breasts in such a way, and she couldn't believe that she was experiencing such passion with another woman. Her heart was pounding and she had to gasp to draw each breath. Her hands clutched Glenda's ass and she begged, "Glenda, let me undress you, now!" As she raised her head without a sound and looked into Veronica's eyes, there was a wild, passionate sparkle in Glenda's blue eyes that told Veronica that was exactly what Glenda wanted. Even if she was met with resistance, Veronica could not have possibly kept herself from stripping the black dress from Glenda's body. Her fingers clutched at the hem of the tight dress and tugged it up Glenda's thighs and over her firm ass. Veronica kissed her deeply and passionately, and their breathing was synchronized so that each inhaled and thrilled to the scent of the other. She pushed the black material up past her midsection and then squeezed it over Glenda's breasts. Silently, they ended their kiss and Glenda raised her arms to allow Veronica to pull the dress off. With a swift tug and toss, the dress was cast aside and Veronica had her first look at the body underneath. "Oh, Glenda," she gasped as her eyes drank in the sight before her. Glenda stood in front of Veronica, the only item of clothing that had been concealed being a tiny black satin garter belt around her waist, attached to her black stockings. The straps framed the smooth, perfect skin of Glenda's groin and the neat little patch of blonde hair just above her vagina. The tops of her pink lips were just visible, the rest hidden by Glenda's thighs. Her stomach was taut and flat, a beautiful contrast to the full curves of her womanly breasts. They stood up perfectly round and proud, with petite nipples jutting out in complete arousal. Veronica breathed deeply and studied Glenda from head to toe: the golden blonde hair now tousled from their passionate foreplay, the blue eyes and red lips of her beautiful face, the voluptuous breasts, the sexy torso, the long shapely legs accented by the black garter belt, sheer stockings and high heels. This was truly the most beautiful, most erotic woman Veronica had ever seen! "Do you like what you see?" Glenda said in a husky, teasing whisper. "Oh, yes," Veronica replied, and then added urgently, "Let's lay on the bed." She walked toward Glenda who backed up to the side of the bed, and then Veronica put her hands on Glenda's waist and pressed her down on top of the soft white bedspread. Glenda slid back and laid down in the center of the mattress while Veronica crawled on hands and knees over her like a hungry tiger stalking her prey. She eased down on top of Glenda and their silky bodies slid together perfectly. They kissed again with even greater passion and began to grind their hips and crotches erotically against each other. Glenda turned her head aside to gasp, "Veronica, this is incredible! I've never felt so good in my life!" Veronica smiled when she heard those words, and wanted to please her beautiful companion even more. Her lips were drawn to Glenda's neck and shoulders where she caressed her with soft wet kisses. Then she found herself longing to cover Glenda's breasts with kisses and to suck her nipples into her mouth. And for the first time in her life, Veronica's lips touched another woman's breasts. There was no hesitation, no fear for Veronica. She was completely wrapped up in the amazing events that had taken place this evening, and her lust for the beautiful witch named Glenda was unlike any she had ever experienced. She wanted to arouse her and make her feel the most passionate physical experiences she could. As her lips and mouth and tongue played over Glenda's breasts, Veronica grew more aroused herself listening to the growing moans and cries of pleasure from Glenda. Finally her own hunger grew so strong that Veronica wanted nothing more in the world at that moment than to lick and taste Glenda's pussy. Veronica raised herself up onto her knees and gazed at Glenda, stretched out sensuously on the bed with her eyes closed, overwhelmed with pleasure and passion. She bent down and brought her face close to Glenda's crotch, while her fingertips gently stroked the smooth skin and soft pubic hair before her. 'She is so beautiful,' Veronica thought silently and with awe. She licked her lips and parted them slightly, then bent closer. Veronica inhaled the private, magical scent of another woman's most intimate spot and could hold back no longer. Her lips met the soft pink folds of Glenda's vagina in a kiss and her tongue caressed the warm wetness between them. "Ohhhh!" was the cry that came from Glenda and she pressed her hips up to be as close to Veronica's mouth as she could. "What are you doing to me?!?" Veronica did not answer as she savored her first taste of a woman. It was warm, and sticky, and somehow so sweet, and Veronica wanted more. With each loving lick and kiss, Glenda's arousal grew, and so did Veronica's. Her hands clutched Glenda's hips as she held the writhing beauty as still as possible in order to concentrate on giving loving attention to those lips, inner walls, and clit. After a few more moments, Glenda suddenly cried out in fear, "Oh, Veronica, what's happening? What's happening to me?!?" Responding to the cry and the emotion of Glenda's voice, Veronica leaped up and brought her face to Glenda's. "What's wrong?" she gasped. "I felt something inside me, it was like my whole body tensed up. I felt so strange," a wide-eyed Glenda described. "I've never felt that before." Veronica gently kissed her lips and soothingly whispered, "It's alright. You were just about to orgasm." It struck Veronica as she said those words that part of the new experiences Glenda was learning tonight wasn't just sexual arousal, but sexual climax, too. 'Wow, she's never cum before!' Veronica thought, and with that a feeling of power overcame her. She was going to be Glenda's teacher, giving her the first orgasm of her life. The idea thrilled Veronica, and made this erotic encounter even more incredible. "You want me to teach you all about a woman's pleasures, don't you?" Veronica whispered as she looked into Glenda's eyes. The Powers of Beauty: Alt Version "Oh, yes." "Then I will. And the greatest, sweetest pleasure of all is when a woman has been aroused and brought to climax," Veronica continued, her words softly spoken into Glenda's ear. She slid next to Glenda on the bed, and her left hand began sensuously stroking the blonde's smooth, warm body. "It will be the most wonderful feeling you can have, I promise. And the nicest part is," Veronica purred like the temptress she had now become, "you can climax again and again." With that, she licked Glenda's ear and her fingers glided down between Glenda's legs to her tender, pink vagina. Glenda writhed in pleasure as she reacted to Veronica's erotic advances. Her moans grew stronger and more passionate as Veronica urged her closer and closer to orgasm. Her fingers rubbed and probed Glenda's tingling pussy while she whispered sweet words of lust and encouragement to her blonde partner. With only a few strokes of her fingers on Glenda's clit, Veronica had brought her to the very edge of her first climax, and Veronica felt herself reaching her own peak at the same time. The experience of this lovemaking with another woman, and the realization that she would be giving Glenda her very first orgasm were bringing Veronica to heights she had never reached before in her life. Veronica's pussy was still covered by her tiny white lace panties, and the lace provided some sensuous friction to her lips as she rubbed herself against Glenda's hip. Veronica slipped a finger inside the warm, wet pussy of Glenda while her thumb pressed down on her clit and she felt Glenda tense. The blonde beauty sharply inhaled, remained motionless for a moment, and then exploded with a cry as the orgasm swept over her. The force of Glenda's reaction actually frightened Veronica for a second, but then she sensed the pleasure and release that Glenda was experiencing, and it triggered Veronica's own climax. The two women clutched each other close, urgently pressing their bodies together while gasping for breath, kissing, and calling each other's name in a passionate frenzy. While thunder rumbled in the distance and rain pelted the roof outside in the darkness, these two feminine beauties experienced a storm of passion and pleasure inside the candlelit room neither one could ever have imagined. After several minutes, Veronica and Glenda lay still on the bed in each other's arms. They silently gazed into the other's eyes, and Veronica softly stroked Glenda's hair away from her face, letting her fingers intertwine with the soft blonde locks. A gentle scratching sound could be heard as Glenda lightly rubbed her stocking-covered right leg against Veronica's. Finally, in a sweet voice filled with awe Glenda said, "Thank you, Veronica. I have never felt so incredible in all my life!" "Thank you, Glenda. I feel the same way," Veronica said softly with a smile. "Before tonight, I didn't realize the power of a woman's beauty. But you woke up something inside me, and I will never be the same." "You're right. A woman's beauty is so amazing, and I'm so happy I got to experience it. And I want to keep experiencing it, forever!" She raised her hand to Veronica's face and gently stroked her cheek. "I would love for you to stay with me, so we can do that together." Veronica closed her eyes, sighed, and smiled. "After what's happened here tonight, I don't know how I could leave. I just hope I packed enough lingerie and heels..." The Powers of Beauty Glenda looked Veronica over from head to toe once, then again, then a third time. She was fascinated by her body, accentuated so beautifully by the lingerie. She noticed how long Veronica's legs were, and was aware for the first time of how pretty her brown leather high heeled pumps were. 'Hmmm, yes. I guess there is something... sexy... about a woman in high heels,' Glenda thought. The concept and the feeling of "sexy" was becoming clearer in her mind, and she thought for a moment about herself and her new form. Glenda felt an unfamiliar sensation in her chest and then in her groin, and she wondered if this was the sensual, erotic arousal Veronica spoke of. She continued to gaze at the beautiful brunette before her, and Glenda began to realize that the mistake she made earlier was actually turning out very well. Veronica was sensing a change in Glenda, and that gave her the courage to softly ask, "Do you like what you see?" Glenda gave a faint nod and whispered, "Yes." Veronica smiled, and then Glenda asked her innocently, "Do all women wear those garments you have on?" Veronica quietly giggled and said, "No. Most women don't wear the garter and stockings, and the bras and panties most wear aren't this pretty. But, the company I work for makes this kind of lingerie, and I get all the pretty, feminine outfits I want. My suitcase is filled with samples that I show to my customers. I'm sure I have some things that would fit you, and would look fabulous on you, too. I'd love to dress you in my lingerie, Glenda. I think you'd like it." Glenda was becoming more and more excited by Veronica and her affectionate attention. "Well, yes, I guess so," she replied. "I would like to know how it feels." "I think you'll love how it feels," Veronica told her. "Come with me." She reached out and took Glenda by the hand, leading her back to the living room. Once there, Veronica released Glenda's hand and reached for her small travel case that was next to the sofa. She lifted it up and placed it down on the coffee table, then clicked open the latches and opened it. "This is my sample case," she said as she glanced up at Glenda. Her hands quickly sorted through piles of delicate lace and satin garments, stopping when she found one in particular. "Oh, this will look spectacular on you," she cooed as she held up a black lace corset for Glenda to see. "Black lingerie always looks best on a beautiful blonde. Would you like to try it on?" Glenda smiled softly and murmured, "Uh huh." "Great," Veronica replied. She stepped back over to face Glenda, then laid the corset down on the couch and turned towards Glenda again. "But first, I'll have to take off your pretty dress." And with that, she reached out her hands and tugged the dress down off of Glenda's shoulders. Veronica let out a soft sigh of awe as she peeled the tight black dress down past Glenda's breasts. She had never seen such full, round, perfect breasts in her life, and they were accentuated by the lean, taut look of Glenda's torso and waist. Unable to resist an urge, Veronica left the dress bunched at Glenda's hips and slowly slid her hands lightly up to caress those perfect breasts. As her fingers grazed the sides, Glenda drew in a sharp, breathy "oooh", and then groaned in obvious pleasure when Veronica's fingernails trailed over her nipples. Staring at Glenda's chest, Veronica smiled in satisfaction when she heard these sounds of arousal and whispered, "Beautiful and sensitive… And I'm just getting started." Then she bowed her head, bringing her lips to one erect nipple, and softly wrapped them around it. A gentle kiss and a flick of her tongue elicited the strongest reaction yet from Glenda, who moaned and leaned forward to press her breast firmly against her beautiful companion's mouth. Veronica then did the same to the other nipple, and teasingly stopped. "Do you like this so far?" she asked as she looked into Glenda's eyes. "Yes," was the immediate reply. Glenda was now breathing more deeply, and her hands wandered to Veronica's arms and shoulders where she began to touch and caress her. Veronica passionately sucked on one erect nipple and then the other while her hands cupped and squeezed Glenda's ample breasts. The beautiful blonde sighed and moaned softly in arousal while at the same time grinding her thighs together, unconsciously trying to find relief from the growing ache of desire she felt in her pussy for the very first time in her life. Veronica's lips caressed the smooth skin of Glenda's chest and neck while her hands now pushed the black dress down past Glenda's hips and ass. She began whispering sweet words of encouragement in between kisses and licks. "Don't you see, I promised that you would love this. Can you feel how much I want you? Oh, Glenda, you are so beautiful." As Veronica spoke, Glenda's soft vocal responses grew more frequent, and the passionate arousal of both women grew stronger. As Glenda's dress finally slipped off of her thighs and fell to the floor, they pressed their feminine forms against each other, and each wrapped her arms around the other. Long feminine fingers stroked and clutched at the soft, warm flesh of these beautiful bodies. Full red lips were joined together in loving, passionate exchanges. The candlelight that had illuminated a stark, foreboding room before now seemed to give off a warm, inviting glow that shined on these two gorgeous females. A realization that she was losing control of herself flashed through Glenda's mind, and she reacted by forcing herself to break the passionate kiss, subtly push away from Veronica, and say "I want you to dress me now in the lingerie." The breathlessness with which Glenda said it hinted at the true desire now growing inside her. She really wanted to explore more of the incredible pleasures of her newly beautiful form, and she wanted Veronica to be her lover. Veronica smiled and nodded, then picked up the black corset. She walked around behind Glenda and reached her arms around in front of the blonde beauty, her right hand taking one side of the lace garment while her left held the other side. Veronica stretched it out and then brought it up against Glenda's chest. "I hope this has enough room for those beautiful breasts of yours," she cooed playfully as her hands brought the two end panels together and began the process of attaching the small metal hooks and eyes to secure the corset. Veronica brushed Glenda's long blonde hair up and draped it over her right shoulder so it didn't get in the way as she stretched the back panels to finish all the hooks. All the while Glenda silently stared down at her chest. When she had finished, Veronica knelt down to attach the garter snaps to Glenda's stockings. Her hands softly stroked Glenda's smooth, tight ass for a moment or two before and after attaching each garter in the back, and then she gently slid her hands down the silky, shapely legs in front of her. "Oh, your legs are so sexy," Veronica sighed passionately. Glenda still stood with her dress around her feet, and without a word, Veronica grasped Glenda's right ankle and then her left to guide her to step out of the dress. She then picked up the silky soft dress, clutched it in both hands, and brought it up to her face. Veronica rubbed it against her cheek, then nestled her nose in it and inhaled. There was a scent; a warm, alluring scent not from bottled perfume but from the soft, sexy body 'created' only moments before, that was more intoxicating and more powerful than any scent Veronica had ever experienced. Her head was spinning and she hungered for more of the amazing pleasure that she was experiencing with Glenda. Standing up now, Veronica tossed the dress onto the sofa and said, "Oh, I have one more thing that will be a nice finishing touch." She turned around and picked through her suitcase until she found a pair of fingerless gloves made of the same black lace as the corset. "Here, slip these on too." Glenda turned to face Veronica and as she did, Veronica softly exclaimed, "Oh, wow!" The brunette was taken aback by the sight of Glenda now looking even more beautiful in the black corset. Veronica reached for Glenda's left hand, and gently slipped the lacy glove on. She then took Glenda's right hand and put on the other glove, but did it more slowly and deliberately than the first. She cradled the blonde's slim, soft hand in hers, and silently brought it up to her cheek. Veronica sensuously guided Glenda's fingertips over the side of her face, feeling the soft scratching of the long, red nails on her skin. She gazed and marveled at how warm and smooth the skin of Glenda's hand was, and then without thinking Veronica began to erotically lick Glenda's fingers. First one, then the next, then she sucked on one, swirling her tongue around the long, sculpted fingernail to bathe it with her saliva. Glenda stared in amazement at Veronica as she performed this erotic foreplay. Glenda's mind was overwhelmed by all of these new sensations she was experiencing, and by the expressions on the face of Veronica. Glenda had never before seen anyone react in these ways in her presence and she found herself to be both excited and frightened. This was all so new to her. And she was enjoying it. Veronica suddenly kissed Glenda's lips again, with passion and urgency. She was completely swept up in the incredible arousal of this amazing, forbidden sexual encounter that any fears she once had were gone. Glenda was no longer an evil creature with otherworldly powers that could harm Veronica, she was a sexual goddess that had unlocked intense, unknown passions in Veronica. And the aroused brunette wanted Glenda to share these same passions. "Oh Glenda, you are so beautiful! I want you to see, too" Veronica exclaimed as she spied an antique dressing mirror standing in a far corner of the room. She took Glenda by the hand and led her to it. Veronica took one of the candelabras from the mantle as she passed by the fireplace and placed it on a table next to the mirror to illuminate that corner. The flames of the six candles glowed brightly enough for the two women to see Glenda's beautiful body from head to toe. The reflection of Glenda, with Veronica standing closely behind her, filled the glass mirror and gave Glenda her first full view of her new self. She stared silently first at her face, blue eyes blinking back at her, and then at the soft, golden hair on her head. She unconsciously parted her lips but noticed their color and fullness when she did. Glenda's eyes were now fixed on the curves of her torso, seeing them completely for the first time. Her hands were gently resting on her thighs, and Glenda watched her long, red fingernails moving slowly back and forth over the black bands of her stockings. It was as if someone else was controlling the movements of her body. She was surprised by how tall and strong her legs looked, and at how gracefully she stood in her spike-heeled shoes. She felt somehow vulnerable but also powerful as she gazed at the smooth leather stiletto pumps she wore. As she tried to sort through all of the thoughts and feelings inside her, Glenda became aware of Veronica's hands gently caressing her, and Veronica's warm breath in her ear as the brunette cuddled up against her and whispered, "Can't you see what I mean? Doesn't it feel wonderful?" Veronica held Glenda tightly and while her left hand tried to cradle Glenda's ample breasts, her right hand slipped down to the soft skin and the neat patch of blonde hair of Glenda's crotch. The blonde beauty shuddered and moaned at Veronica's touch, filled with both lust and fear. She struggled to maintain control of herself, and looked directly into Veronica's eyes through the mirror's reflection before saying, "Pleasure me." With that, Veronica began massaging the warm, soft lips of Glenda's pussy. She pressed down and rubbed with one finger, finding the blonde's clit for the first time. She stroked up and down, and let her fingertip curl inside between those lips. Veronica felt another woman's wetness for the first time in her life, and her own pussy ached in arousal. Both of the beauties now panted and writhed as they experienced a most urgent, amazing lust. Glenda's hands clutched Veronica's hips and pulled them tightly to her. Veronica whispered words of encouragement while Glenda spoke no words but moaned and gasped audibly. Suddenly, Veronica spun Glenda around and backed her up against the wall next to the mirror. Her hands on Glenda's shoulders, Veronica kissed her passionately again, and then dropped to her knees. Her hands now played over Glenda's crotch, fingers stroking the bare flesh below the corset and lingering on the black garter straps. Veronica's face was only inches from Glenda's pussy, and she stared and inhaled as if to commit the sight and scent to memory forever. Glenda's legs were straight and extended slightly in front of her, bracing her back against the wall. Standing there in her high heels, stockings, and corset, Glenda looked both defiant and helpless; daring Veronica to seduce her while at the same time being completely at the mercy of her lover's actions. Finally Veronica brought her mouth to Glenda's pussy and their passions leaped again. Veronica's lips and tongue feverishly worked to pleasure Glenda, while the blonde cried out in unimaginable arousal. The beautiful young businesswoman, stripped down to only her feminine lingerie and high heels, knelt before this woman magically transformed into the most erotic, seductive female, and discovered the amazing forbidden pleasure of two women making love. Veronica licked, kissed and sucked on that most perfect hot, wet pussy, driving Glenda into a frenzy. Glenda's left hand clutched at the wall to steady herself while her right hand went to the back of Veronica's head and held her tightly. Her fingers grasped the long, dark hair of Veronica, tangling it as she pressed her lover's face to her crotch in an unconscious urge to reach climax. Glenda's entire body ached for release, experiencing this incredible stimulation for the first time ever, and she was lost in this passion as she panted and cried, "Oh, oh, oh!" over and over. Veronica's hands were clutching Glenda's ass as she pleasured her new lover with every ounce of her strength. It was the only thing in the world that mattered to Veronica at that moment – she wanted to make Glenda cum. Veronica sensed it was about to happen. She felt a shudder go through Glenda, and for a long second, the blonde was still. Veronica kissed the pink, swollen clit and circled it with the tip of her tongue, and with that, Glenda screamed out as her orgasm erupted. It was long and powerful, and it frightened both of them while giving both of them such delicious pleasure. Although her own clit hadn't been touched, Veronica felt a small, wonderful orgasm pulse through her own body while Glenda continued hers. After several minutes, Glenda quieted as she no longer gasped for breath, and her fingers relaxed and then began to gently stroke Veronica's head. Tilting her head up, Veronica gazed up at Glenda. Her skin glistened, the candle light playing off of tiny beads of sweat on her chest, shoulders and face. Her breasts still heaved, straining erotically against the taut lace cups of the black corset. And there was a small, glowing smile on Glenda's face that gave Veronica hope that she had convinced the beautiful sorceress to stay as she was. Slowly Veronica stood up and gently embraced Glenda. They looked into each other's eyes in a shy, affectionate way. Their arms were wrapped around each other at the back and at the waist, and their hands softly stroked warm, sensitive skin. Veronica felt Glenda slip her right leg in between Veronica's, and she enjoyed the sensation of the curvy, stocking-clad leg slowly rubbing against her own. It seemed a playful, affectionate act but there was no change in Glenda's expression as they continued to silently look at each other. Then she felt the toe of Glenda's leather pump tracing a line along one ankle and then the other. Finally, a sly smile came to Glenda's lips and Veronica just couldn't remain silent any longer. "I hope I made you happy," she whispered. "Mmm hmm," was Glenda's reply. There was a pause, and then she said, "You helped me to experience the most amazing pleasure of my life, Veronica. Thank you." She softly kissed Veronica. "I loved the way you made me feel. Will you stay and be mine?" "Yes," Veronica said and nodded without hesitation. They both smiled and snuggled sensuously together. For the rest of that night, Glenda and Veronica explored each other with passion and lust. Veronica taught Glenda many more beautiful secrets about a woman's body, and Glenda learned quickly and enjoyed the sensation of bringing her partner to climaxes as well. But she was the mistress of the house, and Veronica loved to serve her. Dressing Glenda in the finest silk and satin lingerie and wicked, feminine stiletto-heeled shoes, she lavished attention and sensuous pleasure on her. Glenda had found a new power that night, and both she and Veronica loved it.