Witchy She-nanigans!

You were mowing the lawn for the two old ladies that lived down at the end of the road. The younger one, Miss Conception, had invited you in for some lemonade. You were standing there, drinking when old Ms. Take came limping in on her cane, rumor was she was suffering from dementia. “Wendy! What on Earth are you wearing!” The old lady said, aghast. “You KNOW I don’t hold with young women wearing pants! And .. and WHAT have you done with your hair? “Please ma’am, I’m not … “ You tried. “No! I won’t have it! Not a bit of it!” She snapped. And then she did something strange … she held out a hand and spoke in a strange tongue you weren’t familiar with, “We’ll have you fixed up in two shakes of a lamb’s tail!” She said, her voice echoing. Light and thunder filled the room and a beam of energy shot from her hand straight into your chest! “NnnnNNNnngh!” You moaned. Miss Conception dashed into the room “Ruth! Ruth! STOP, that’s NOT Wendy!” She yelled. “Oh, Phyllis,” said old Ms. Take weakly, “When did you get here?” “I LIVE here Ruth, now STOP, you’re hurting the boy!” “I … I’m just … helping Wendy with … her dress?” said Ms. Take in a quavering voice. The beam of energy stopped, Ms. Take stood leaning heavily on her cane, her eyes unfocused. Miss Conception looked over at you and her face went white, “Oh .. oh dear,” she said. “Wh-what’s wrong?” You said, panicking. Well, your VOICE was wrong for one thing … it was a girlish lilt! You looked down … and saw a long black dress and …curves?!?! “AHAHAHHHHHH!” you screamed. (MC is intended to be 18+) (Miss Conception and Ms Take are of course, escapees from a Terry Pratchett novel ;) and are meant as callbacks to some of his fantastic Witch characters: Granny (Esme) Weatherwax Nanny (Gytha) Ogg Tiffany Aching Miss Treason Miss Level Miss Tick (the Witch Finder) Wyrd Sisters is an excellent starting point. As is Wee Free Men). (Auto-cards by LewdLeah enabled, thanks Leah!}