Kate had, of course, significant business to which she had to attend each day. She enjoyed it, though, as it usually involved appearing as many different people in many different places--which meant lots of orgasms in order to transform.
That night, as usual, Kate hit the clubs in town.
She went to three clubs as three people. All of them had her preferred body shape and dress for clubbing: breasts, at minimum volleyball-sized, barely contained by a midriff-baring tank top little more than a bra, revealing a tapered, toned waist flaring into a huge ass covered by short hotpants. From there long legs, making her 6' tall at least were she in flats, ended in feet resting in 6" heels. Her hair was thick, silky and long enough to brush the top of her butt. Various sorts of jewelry adorned her body, piercings adorned with seamless rings, studs that were impossible to remove without magic (or extreme pain), bracelets and necklaces, and one body had a seamless, rigid, diamond-studded choker. Each body also had at least one extremely detailed tattoo in places where many women would have found it quite painful to receive such.
In her first body that night, she called herself Bunny, for her sun-bleached hair. Nothing much special happened for Bunny. She won drinking games with overconfident boors, knocking back shot after shot of hard liquor until her opponents could barely stand. Eventually she left with a reasonably nice guy who, more importantly, had a long, thick cock. It did nothing for her.
Her second body that night she named Kitty, and in it she had fiery red-orange hair. That club had a wet t-shirt contest going on, which she won easily, in no small part thanks to a quick orgasm allowing her to boost her tits until they could barely fit in the largest shirt the club had. She ended up leaving with the joint runners-up, identical twins who had been lesbian lovers since they hit puberty. Kate didn't care about such things, though she had never influenced someone into sexual acts they didn't want to perform. In fact, though they didn't know it, she went to bed with them at least once a month. This time she left them with a gift thanks to a quick act of self-pleasure to turn her breast milk into a growth potion. When the girls awoke the next day, they found Kitty gone, but they also found themselves with tongues they could extend far enough to lick their own pussies and breasts even larger than the watermelon-sized ones Kitty had sported. The twins, Cally and Sally, were lovers of extreme body shapes, and enjoyed not only those but also the pipestem waists and massive ass cheeks which Kitty had given them, sitting on 7' bodies that, while comfortable even in flats, most liked being in 12" heels.
It was Tabby who had the most interesting night. Her hair alternated auburn and golden blonde in stretches, as though her body kept switching between the two colours. Tabby danced the night away, until falling in with another woman during a slow ballad. Kate didn't particularly care who saw her, as Tabby's was a body she used only for partying and after-party sex, and most patrons of the establishment accepted the presence of homosexual couples, unlike the bar where Bunny had gone. But this woman had something strange about her. She and Tabby left together, and to Kate's utter amazement she had her first orgasm from another's stimulation that night. Her mind, though, had been wandering around, wondering at that moment whether the woman smoked and thinking how she might try repairing the lung damage, and so the resulting change was ineffectual, as Kate's lungs were always in perfect health.
It was then that the woman, Denise, sat bolt upright, looked Tabby in the eye and asked, "What's your real name? You used the spell. I know.