You don't know what comes over you. After all, you've never really been an angry person before. Could it be something to do with being a redhead? You'd heard stories from some of your more sexually-active friends about the fiery-temperament of those with fiery hair. You never really believed them, but now... it's impossible to quell the feeling of rage that builds up inside you, surging like a fire as you look up at that face that yours now looks so much like. She's ruined your life... forever! You heard her... you're going to be a stupid girl as long as you live! You sure do feel the part, every bit as real as your initial feel suggested. This anger combines with panic and you do the only thing than an angry body wants to do: you attack her. Reaching over onto the desk, you lift the lamp free, and swing it with all the force you can muster at the witch. The glass shade shatters against her head, sending her stumbling backward, knocking over the computer monitor which explodes with a shower of sparks.
Marisa swears loudly, rolling over as you pull your arm back for a second swing. Then she meets your eyes, livid with anger of her own, and says another few words in that same unintelligible language. The effect on you is immediate. The lamp falls from your hands even as you feel wind rushing past you, blowing your hair around your face and causing a brief but disturbing chill between your legs. It does not last though, and soon you are thoroughly trapped in the dark. A second later you hear an ear-splitting crash from beside you as something huge hits the floor, shaking the very earth beneath you with its awesome bulk. The shock is enough to knock you from your feet, just as a veritable ocean of cloth comes cascading down atop you, and you realize to your horror you're suddenly naked. What has the witch done this time? You struggle and squirm in the dark for what feels like several good minutes, still too angry to be truly rational and think of what the witch might have actually done to you. It seems you've just begun to struggle towards some faint source of light when the whole thing shakes around you again, with a horrifyingly loud sound of rustling cloth.
If that sound was horrible, then it seemed for you the horrors had only just begun. You feel something take hold of you, something monstrous. The thing is soft and yielding and warm, but huge, wrapping several long organs around the width of your body and tugging you forcefully from the pile of something, squeezing you so forcefully you find the breath crushed from your lungs. What you see next only deepens your panic, as bright light returns and you are blinded for a fraction of a second, air rushing past you anew and your head swimming from how fast you are moved through the air. When your eyes finally clear, you're looking down at a huge, pale thumb, which is pressed forcefully to your abdomen, attached to the arm of an extremely pissed-off looking Marisa. This is a Marisa of absolute cosmic scales though, and at once all your anger melts away to fear. The huge hand wrapped around your legs holds you so firm your newly-made vagina is screaming in silent agony at being so harshly compressed, to say nothing of your middle. In an instant, Marisa brings you zooming to her face, holding you only what seems a few feet away from an eye almost as big as your head, bright green and angry. "I spent so much fucking energy on you, David," she spat, and indeed hot saliva did fly in little gobs, coating your bare chest. Under the circumstances though that was hardly your first concern. "Why the hell did you have to attack me?" She does not give you the time to answer. "I wish I didn't need an apprentice so badly. Mother always warned me never to mess with nons. This is where it gets me."
There was something else in her other hand. The whole world tilts as you're shoved roughly into a cool opening. Actually, a freezing opening. You slide backward on something ice cold and fall for what feels like forever, landing sprawled on your back. What's worse is this chamber does not seem to be large enough for you to stretch out in; your legs have caught on the freezing walls as you fell, so the first thing you see as you open your stunned eyes is the body of a redhead that could've been Marisa's younger sister, shapely body angled upward and legs spread towards the sky.
As you collect yourself from the brief fall, you quickly realize how cold this surface is against your unprotected skin, and you hastily struggle to your feet. It's difficult with the size of whatever you're in, but you quickly learn just how flexible this newfound body really is for how easily you can pull those long feminine legs under you and climb into a standing position. Your feet feel ice cold almost at once, but it's loads better than your whole body being cold. Thus recovered from your fall, you find yourself looking and feeling around. You're standing in something glass and round, about three feet in diameter from your perspective and twice your height. You can walk a few steps, but that's it... you can't lay down or relax. The room is made of transparent glass thicker than any you've ever seen. It's only as you see fingers on the outside of the glass you realize where you are: Marisa is holding you in a jar.
"I think you need some time to cool off," you hear her voice say as she sets you down on her desk. "We'll talk in the morning, once you spend one cold night here thinking about your future." You call out to protest, but she doesn't seem to hear, turning to leave the office without a backward glance. There's a soft flick and you're plunged into almost total darkness as the light clicks off. Well, except for something square with orange light coming through it, seemingly miles away. A window? You wait in silence to be sure she won't be coming back. It's only when it feels like an hour's past, when you're finally adjusted to the dim moonlight and you're sure she isn't coming back that you...
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