After another wonderful day at school, Helena arrived ag home with a satisfied expression.

  Madison? A woman that aged pretty bad.

  Sophie? A swollen balloon of cuteness, perfect for any lover.

  And no one could do a thing about it.

  Helena loved her magic. It made the world so much more fun.

  Her house wasn’t anything special, just an average two-story pce in a quiet neighborhood. But inside her room, that was where the magic lives.

  Here, she holds a lot of magical stuff, which are the reason for her unlimited transformation spells, and other kinds of magic that she was too zy to learn.

  Helena took off her old green and bck slippers, tossed her bag onto the bed, stretched, and grabbed her notebook. It was an leather-bound book filled with her thoughts, ideas, and victories.

  She flipped to a bnk page and began writing.

  > March 17th

  Another perfect day.

  Today, I improved two people’s lives. Well… ruined, if you ask them, but that’s just a matter of perspective.

  Madison Crke, former queen of the school, is now waddling around like someone’s exhausted aunt. I imagine she spent her afternoon crying in front of a mirror, realizing she’ll never be young again.

  And sweet, shy Sophie? Well… she’s probably stuck somewhere, too puffy to fit through doorways. Maybe she’s still in the hallway. Maybe the janitor had to roll her home. Either way, she’s not “hiding” anymore. Mission accomplished.

  I think I’ll keep her like that.

  Or maybe make her even bigger tomorrow.

  Helena giggled as she tapped her pen against the page.

  She loved documenting her little adventures. But writing about her real magic wasn’t enough. She also enjoyed making up stories.

  So she flipped to a new page and began her next creation.

  Eternal Goth Beauty

  >Once upon a time, in a quiet town filled with creepy crawlies and eerie whispers, there lived an annoying brat named Lillian who wished to be the most gorgeous goth girl forever. She thought she was way better than everyone else's gross, flesh-colored skin and yellow hair. Until one spooky scary day, she met a mysterious, pale-skinned girl with a white hair and glowing blue eyes who granted her twisted wish… in the most messed up way possible.

  Lillian's beauty never faded… because she became a statue covered in mold and mildew, sitting in the middle of a dark, abandoned cemetery. Her skin turned a lovely shade of gray, and her eyes pop out, repced by two shiny, bck crystals. She spent her days watching the rotting corpses of the dead and listening to the whispers of the wind as it blew through the twisted, dead trees. The mysterious girl visited her sometimes, running her fingers through Lillian's statue hair and kissing her cold and disgusting, stone lips. "You're so beautiful now," the girl would whisper, before vanishing into the dark night, leaving Lillian alone with the bones of the dead and her eternal, gothic beauty.

  Helena liked her own story. But she knew she could do even better.

  Anyway, the possibilities were endless for her magic, transformations and stories, and she couldn't wait for more.

  At night. Helena was still scribbling in her notebook when she heard something outside her house.

  A lot of footsteps.

  She stood up and peeked through the window. There it was a crowd of students from her school, gathered outside. Some held their phones, others carried sticks, other knifes.

  Angry murmurs filled the air.

  — “She ruined Madison!”

  — “Sophie can’t even leave the school!”

  — “She has to pay for this!”

  — "Let's burn this freaking fucking witch!"

  Helena sighed and closed her notebook. Then, a smirk spread across her face. They finally noticed me.

  She had always been careful before, spreading her magic in secret, making her transformations look like coincidences, curses, or "aliens". But today she had too much fun to bother hiding.

  And now? Now they knew.

  The doorbell rang. Then, furious pounding on the door.

  — “Helena! Come out!” someone shouted.

  She crossed her arms, thinking. She could transform all of them into something interesting… maybe a freak show, a bunch of mini goblins, or even cute and big vibrators.

  But she was feeling very sedentary recently.

  She gnced around her room and smiled when she saw her backpack.

  Running away sounded much more exciting.

  Helena opened the window and slipped outside, nding silently and barefoot on the backyard grass. The cold night air touched her skin, but she barely felt it.

  For now, the mob was still in front of the house. But they’d soon realize she wasn’t coming out the easy way.

  She moved quickly, cutting through yards, jumping fences like she was in a game. Adrenaline rushed through her.

  — “There she is!” someone rebel yelled.

  Fuck.

  She turned and saw three students chasing after her. Two football pyers and a girl from the track team. They looked determined to avenge Madison and everyone she hurted.

  Helena sighed.

  — “Alright, you wanna to py? Okayey, Let’s py.”

  She snapped her fingers.

  The first guy, tall and muscur, stumbled and fell to his knees. His body shrunk quickly. Within seconds, he was a six-year-old boy, drowning in his oversized clothes.

  — “What?!?” He stared at his tiny hands, then at Helena, and burst into tears.

  The second dude froze in terror.

  But the girl kept running.

  — “You’re not getting away, baby cunt!”

  Helena snapped her fingers again.

  The girl’s body stiffened. Her arms and legs locked in pce, her skin turned smooth and glossy. In the blink of an eye, she was no longer a person, but a human doll. That still could talk and see.

  She toppled over onto the ground with a hollow thud.

  Helena walked up to her and tapped her delicate little face.

  — “Adorable. Maybe I’ll come back for you ter, sex dolly.”

  The second guy turned and ran for his life.

  Helena ughed and kept running.

  She dashed into a park, leaping over benches and dodging trees. The sounds of footsteps behind her grew fainter.

  — “That was fun,” she murmured to herself, hiding behind an old tree.

  For now, she was safe.

  But she knew this was just the beginning.

  Now that people knew about her, things were going to get a lot more interesting.

  And Helena couldn’t wait.

  Some moments ter..

  Helena still behind the tree, catching her breath. The night air was cool, and the streets had gone quiet. She could still hear distant shouts from the angry students searching for her, but their voices were fading.

  She grinned. They really thought they could catch me?

  Then, an idea struck her. A reused one, but a little different.

  She didn’t just want to escape. She wanted to end this chase in the most ridiculous way possible.

  Helena stood up, stretched her arms, and took a deep breath. Then, she snapped her fingers.

  A strange whooshing sound.

  Every person in the mob. every furious student hunting her down felt their bodies tingle. Then, before they could even process what was happening…

  They started to infte like Sophie. But more accurate to balloons.

  Their arms and legs thickened. Their bellies swelled out, stretching their clothes tight. Even their fingers puffed up like sausages.

  Screams of confusion turned into shrieks of panic as their feet slowly lifted off the ground.

  — “What’s happening?!”

  — “I—I can’t stop floating!”

  — “SOMEBODY HELP!”

  —"AAAAH! I'M FAT!

  Helena stepped out into the open, watching with amusement as her pursuers rose higher.

  One by one, they drifted into the sky, their massive bodies bobbing like balloons. Some filed their stubby arms, trying desperately to grab onto trees, mpposts but it was useless.

  The wind carried them upward, their screams fading as they became nothing but colorful dots against the night sky.

  Helena pced her hands on her hips, admiring her DIY.

  — “Much better,” she said with a satisfied nod.

  The town was peaceful again. No more angry mob. No more annoying chasers. Just silence… and a sky full of floating idiots.

  Helena giggled and twirled a strand of her white hair.

  She thought about popping them. For everyone to watch a great rain of blood and vice.

  But… no. This was perfect.

  Let them drift. Let them float forever and die at some moment. Maybe they’d become a new consteltion. The Great Balloon People of the Night Sky.

  Satisfied, she picked up her backpack and started walking home.

  Tomorrow would bring new games. New transformations.

  And she couldn’t wait.