"You are now the care taker of my next body. We witches strive to be immortal, but a body will only last so long."

The idea was so strange that you weren't even sure that you heard her correctly.

"I'm sorry, could you..."

You stopped as you heard the girl's voice and thought she was speaking, but then you realized that she never opened he lips.

"Was that, me?"

Indeed it was. You looked down, and past the long flowing hair that fell around your face, you saw the clothing that the girl was wearing, only it was on you. You stepped back and brought your hands to your face. They were just like her's, small and slender. You patted your body, and it felt entirely foreign.

"What did you do to me?"

The witch snickered.

"Like I said, that body of yours is mine. I will take it once this one starts to malfunction. In reality, it is over one hundred years old. It simply doesn't age in appearance."

You walked right up to her face.

"I refuse to help you. Change me back at once!"

She took the orb from you.

"You can refuse if you want to, that is what the curse is for."

"Curse?"

You said in a frightful tone.

"Yes, anyone who sees you will forget that you ever existed. And, if you try to tell anyone about me, you will become tired, perhaps even falling asleep."

Needless to say, you were in quite a situation. Panic was knocking, but you knew that it was best to have a cool head. For now you would have to play along.

"If no one remembers me, where will I stay?"