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Abigail just needed a a couple of things. She had decided on a sexy witch costume for a party she was going to that night and wanted to see what she could find that would complete it. While she thought she already looked great, she wondered if a few accessories she didn't already have might be in order, so she decided to go to a shop nearby. She heard they were great for costumes.

She found the place easily enough and she walked in, smiling at the kindly old employee who was fixing a display. She started to look, checking the shelves and tables to see if anything would complete her costume. As she did, a middle-aged man walked in and spoke to the clerk. She didn't hear what they were saying, she was too focused on her search, but after they spoke the old man walked over to her.

"Find anything you like?" He asked politely.

"Uh, well, it is nice, but not quite what I'm looking for. See, I'm going to this party later..."

"And you want what you're wearing to stand out. To shine."

"Yes!" She said. "Actually, maybe you can help me."

"Oh, yes, I think I can. I think a necklace or a collar might be in order, my dear, and maybe, uh, if you don't mind me saying so, maybe we remove the fabric, the sheer fabric around the skirt? I think those would really help. Otherwise I would not change a thing."

"Cut the fabric?" She asked.

"Yes, I can do that easily enough, no need for you to change. Do not think me too forward, but with the jeweled collar around your neck and this change, I think it would work splendidly. Of course, if you would like to go this direction. I can make the alteration in just a couple of minutes, no charge."

She looked down, then walked over to a mirror and looked at her outfit. She then grinned widely.

"Yes, let's do it."

"Very good. Follow me, please." He said as she followed him to nook in the back, away from the door and windows.

"Do you think I should also find a hat? Something long and pointed?" She asked as she stood on a small stool so he could work.

"Oh no, I don't think you'll need to worry about anything on your head." He said softly as he took out a syringe and injected her.

Braxton smiled and posed at the party he was at. They had gone all out with the theming, it really feeling like he had just walked into some macabre novel. As he posed he turned, feeling the stitches on his neck, thankfully hidden by the necklace. Maybe, he thought as he looked over at a handsome man, maybe he shouldn't have that necklace on, or even better, he makes a show of doing so! He could play it off as good make-up effects when it was anything but that. Effects or not, it didn't matter, Abigail's body below the neck was the perfect costume!