Trishy's Transformation 2
Trishy steps in from the street, calm and collected as she walks. A wide, sharp smile spreads across her lips. “What’s the matter, Annie?” the goblin teases, slowly closing the gap between the two. “Never have you faced goblin magic before?”
Anastasia pokes her head up, glancing back to Trishy with eyes that are now red. “What did you do to me?”
Trishy giggles, hands on her hips—hips that sway with much more grace than before. “You took away my dignity when you spilled your drink and made fun of me. No, you reap what you sow. It’ll be fun for me, so that you know.”
“You rhyming little shit!” the elf says, gritting her teeth, thogh they pain her and grind in so many odd ways. She places her hands to her face, yelping as she pokes her fingers with her sharpened choppers. “Ack!? My perfect pearly whites!?”
“All mine now,” says Trishy, flashing a smooth-toothed grin, looking face-to-face with Anastasia.
“You’re turning me into a goblin?” the elf squeaks.
Trishy, getting taller, runs a hand through her smaller, pointy ears. “Oh, a goblin? No, I’m sorry. I can’t do that. What I can do is take your prettiest traits. These ears, your teeth… you size!”
Anastasia leaps for the goblin, only to trip again over the larger trash can. As she falls forward, her skirt gets caught on the bin this time and she slips right out of it.
Scurrying to her feet, she tries to reach for it, but her sleeves are heavy. “I… I’m so… I’m so small!”
Squatting down before her is Trishy, her outfit quite tight over her now curvy and toned body. “Oh, yeah, I’m taking more than you can handle. Well, that’s what you get for being such a bully.” She sticks out her tongue, sticks her thumbs in her ears, and rolls her eyes. “Neenerneenerneeener!”
Anastasia’s gotten so small now that she’s toppled out of her clothing. Above her squats a beautiful and desirable creature whose grace and appearance even make her blush, but the poor elf covers herself, scurrying back under the covers of her clothing. “P-please, just let me go. I’ve learned my lesson.
Trishy sighs and stands up, groaning. “Nah, I don’t think so,” she says, untying her jacket wrapped around her waist.
“W… what are you doing?”
“Slipping into something more comfortable,” she says, pulling off one boot effortlessly. She drops the shoe a bit of a ways away from Anastasia, but the clap of its fall sends the elf falling onto her butt.
“Ah no, please, you’ll crush me!”
“Not if you stand still I won’t,” says the goblin, teasing her as she slips out of her other boot.
Falling to her knees, Anastasia claps her hands together. “Please, whatever evil you have planned for me, just drop it and return me to normal. I’ll buy you a great phone! I’ll introduce you to polite society. I’ll… I’ll be your friend.”
Sighing, the goblin lifts her top over her, the thing having difficulty getting over her head. “Mmngh.. Ngggh.! Ah!” She then unbuttons her shorts, which pop free gratefully. Now that she’s naked, she walks over toward the business suit. “Sorry, miss tiny elf, no can do.” She says this, slipping into the pantyhose and the skirt.
“W-wait, if you’re taking my clothes, what does that mean?”
“Means you’re gonna be like this for a while. Long enough for me to go on the town. And hopefully long enough for a lady like you to be nicer to me.”
“But you can’t leave me here!”
Once Trishy gets the shirt on, she squats down in high heels and tilts her head. “What do you mean? I was never gonna leave you.”
“H… huh?”
But Anastasia gets her answer when Trishy scoops her up from behind, takes her other hand, and cuddles the two together, lifting her slowly.
The poor elf screams and rolls around, her voice high-pitched and unthreatening, as the goblin stands up, bringing her closer to her heart.
“Don’t be so dramatic!” Trishy titters. “We’re going to have a good day together—you and me. And maybe I’ll even make some new friends along the way.”
Trishy pulls open her breast pocket and rolls Anastasia into it. The elf claws to cling to the goblin’s hand, but a few gentle shakes are enough to send her tumbling down into the warmth and coziness of that bit of fabric.
“You won’t get away with this!” The elf screams with a muffled voice through the pocket. “Everyone will know you’re not some beautiful elf. You’re still a stinky green goblin!”
“I may be green,” says Trishy, reaching into the elf’s bag and pulling out a bottle of perfume “But I think with this I won’t be so stinky!” She says this and begins to spray herself, some of the droplets going down to the pocket, causing the elf to cough.
“Ooops, is that too much for you? I’ll have to remember that,” Trishy giggles.
With that, she picks up her phone and Anastasia’s and hums as she clicks her heels through the sidewalk. The elegance of a tall, slender body is so wonderful. She can do so much with it!
But the question on Trishy’s mind is “what should she do first?”
And in Anastasia’s mind, the elf wonders “When will this horror end?”
Trishy leaves the elf behind to fend for herself, but Anastasia is not alone. After all, she has Trishy’s old clothes to keep her company. Such a tiny little thing as that former elf could have quite the shelter under the goblin-scented sheets.
Trishy opens up her newly-acquired phone. Her thumbs travel over the password screen, obtaining hints of the classy elf’s memory from her absorption magic. Her first order of business leads her to the map app, where she types in “arcade,” giggling like a giddy girl when she sees one open right down the road.