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Charisma Part 3

“Like what you see?” Charisma asked.

“Love it.”

Charisma smiled. “Now, try on the shoes,” she directed.

“But my feet--they’re size eight. They’ll never fit into these shoes.”

“Try them on,” Charisma repeated.

Tiffany shook her head. Her feet were a size eight, as she’d said, but these shoes couldn’t be more than a size five. Her feet would never fit into them. She glanced at the sorceress. Charisma’s two cocks were gone, replaced by her vagina. If Charisma could create a bra that increased the size of its wearer’s tits, slim and firm Tiffany’s tummy and hips with a corset, transform Tiffany into a woman, and change her own sex at will, no doubt she could design size five shoes that would fit size eight feet. She picked up one of the shoes, hesitating.

“Go ahead,” Charisma encouraged her. “Try them on; they’ll fit.”