When consciousness came back to her fully, she could not believe her eyes and thought she must be dreaming. She faintly heard a female voice say, "Look, Elizabeth's waking up." She tried to stir, but found her own movement greatly hampered when she tried to move an arm or a leg, something restrained her. Consciousness came back to her gradually. Then, all of a sudden, the room began to grow dark.Įlizabeth didn't know how long it was before she awoke again. Something smelled strange sweet, like burning peppermint candy. Then she heard a faint hissing sound, coming from somewhere in the room. When the change was complete, she stood in front of the full-length mirror and looked at herself, decked out as a beautiful blond witch. She giggled to herself at the sheer camp of it, even as she changed into the costume. In the changing room, Elizabeth found the costume: a diaphanous gown of black silk, black nylon hose, black satin pumps, and a black conical witch's hat with a wide brim. TV Guide's production people had come up with a corny idea of photographing Elizabeth in a witch's costume. Then again, maybe she didn't watch TV.Įlizabeth's agent had told her it was to be a costume shoot. Maybe this photographer had a lot of famous clients, and the girl had become jaded. The receptionist hadn't seemed impressed at meeting the star of a hit TV show. "Thank you very much," Elizabeth said, and started down the hallway. He instructed me to ask you to go into Changing Room B, put on the costume you'll find there, and he'll be right with you." And the girl pointed a long, lacquered fingernail to indicate the direction in which Changing Room B lay. His prior appointment is running a little late, but he doesn't want to keep you waiting. "I have an appointment for a photo shoot. "I'm Elizabeth Montgomery," the young television star said, offering the card her agent had given her. "May I help you?" the woman asked, looking up as Elizabeth approached. In spite of the beautiful people, male and female, Elizabeth had seen in Hollywood, she felt a trifle intimidated. Her lips were not the only thing about her that was full, either. A strikingly beautiful young woman was seated behind the desk her hair was flaming red, her nose small, her lips full. Kitzeller took up the entire third floor. The doors opened directly onto a receptionists' desk apparently, A. Elizabeth entered the elevator and pressed the button marked 3. She checked the building directory on the wall of the lobby, and found her destination: A. They must know what they're doing.Įlizabeth walked into the building, noticed there was no receptionist. Well, who cares? She thought with a shrug. Usually the buildings where the photographer's studio was housed had been more upscale, more modern. In the four years she had been starring on "Bewitched", Elizabeth Montgomery had posed for TV Guide magazine several times. Just pick me up in two hours like we arranged." The driver opened the door for her she stepped out, pressed a ten dollar bill into his hand, favoured him with a smile, and walked to the door of the building. Miss Montgomery checked the address on the card against that on the building this was the place, all right. "I couldn't rightly say, ma'am," the driver said. "You're sure?" the blond woman in the back seat asked, dubiously. It was small, unpretentious not the kind his passenger was used to. "This is the address, Miss Montgomery," the limo driver said, as they pulled up in front of the building. But to six women, six very famous women, it was a day that would forever live in their minds. You wrote a very nice story, so I assume that a sequel would be amazing.Īpril 7, 1967. And, if XODLIRV is reading this, I know this is an older story, but would you be willing to write some type of sequel, only with these actresses tickling each other or something like that? I would love it if Dawn Wells tickled Tina Louise or if Elizabeth Montgomery tickled Barbara Eden. This is not my story, so please give all credit to XODLIRV.
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