This choice: "So tell me -- what potions are in the bathwater?" • Go Back...Chapter #6She Knows! by: Unknown “So tell me -- what potions are in the bathwater?” asked Ashley.
Morgan’s stomach churned. “Uh...what?”
Ashley ran her hands up the sides of her torso. “I can’t get over how smooth this skin is. And you do look really good. Was it ‘perfection’? Your mom has a ‘perfection’ potion, right?”
“Uh...uh...” Morgan didn’t know what to say.
Ashley stood up and stepped out of the tub, saying a few words in a language Morgan didn’t understand. She grabbed a towel with one hand, and with the other, she took the necklace from around her neck -- it had broken into two pieces. Morgan gaped at that as she wrapped the towel around her body.
“Still a little confused?” Ashley asked Morgan, who’d brought his knees up to meet his chest. He nodded.
“Maybe this will help,” she said, and chanted a few more words. Before Morgan’s eyes, she morphed into a different woman, her hair darkening to jet-black, her skin changing hue, her eyes becoming almond-shaped -- she was now Asian.
“Ah, I was hoping the potions would carry over,” she said as she looked down at herself. She looked back up at Morgan and explained, “This is how I really look -- well, not quite this perfect. I guess you don’t recognize me, although that’s not a surprise -- you haven’t seen me in years. Your mother would know me, though, if I looked like this. I’m Kim Peacock’s daughter.”
Morgan knew the name as a rival witch his mother was often complaining about. From what he’d gleaned, his mother was better at magic through the use of objects -- potions, trinkets, wands -- but Kim Peacock excelled at magic through the use of language and gestures. That kind of magic was better for unpredictable situations, of course, but his mother’s type was more permanent.
Ashley gestured as she removed the towel, and a colorful kimono formed around her body -- as she turned to hang the towel up, Morgan saw that it had, of course, a giant peacock on the back.
“Ooh, I guess ‘perfection’ includes feet that can only wear high heels, huh?” Ashley asked. Morgan hadn’t realized she’d been on her tiptoes until she said that; she gestured toward her legs, and wedge sandals appeared on her feet. “Okay, come on, the potions in the water -- ‘perfection’ and anything else? You might as well tell me -- I have ways of making you talk.”
“J-just ‘sexual rejuvenation,’” Morgan stuttered.
“Whoa, does that mean I’m a virgin again? That’s not a permanent effect, is it? Might get a little weird if I’m ever in a steady relationship,” she said with a grin. “But no wonder I’m feeling a little hornier than usual.”
“W-w-what are you doing here?” Morgan finally ventured to ask.
“I’m babysitting you, silly!” Ashley exclaimed, then laughed. “I have to say, that was a great way to get into your house with your mom gone -- magically convincing her and you that a 14-year-old needs an 18-year-old babysitter for the evening.”
Morgan’s blood ran cold. It was as if a veil had been lifted from his eyes -- he realized that his mother had been allowing him to stay home alone for a couple of years now.
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