The doorbell rang, stirring Denise out of the reverie she was in.  She was lying on her couch; the young, first-year high school history teacher was exhausted after her work day, and had almost fallen asleep.

“Hang on,” she mumbled, “I’ll be right there…”

By the time she actually got to the door and looked through the peephole, there wasn’t anyone there.  Denise opened the door and looked down to see a package had been left; she knelt down, picked it up, and brought it inside.

“I wonder what this is,” she muttered to herself as she carried it over to the couch.  The attractive brunette had changed out of her school clothes and was wearing only a long t-shirt and boyshorts as she sat back down, shaking the box gently.  A glance at the return address didn’t give her much help – it read ‘Gale’ and was an address somewhere in Kansas.

“I don’t remember even ordering anything,” she added as she found something sharp and cut the end of the box to open it.  Inside was a shoebox, and upon opening the shoebox she discovered a pair of high heeled platform shoes, ruby red in color, and sparkly all over.

“Ooooh, shoes! I love them!” Denise gushed.  She looked at the return address again.  “Gale…Kansas…ruby slippers!”  

At that moment she was convinced it was one of her college roommates, Erin, playing a prank on her.  Denise had an outfit that she liked to wear to parties that Erin playfully referred to as her ‘Dorothy outfit’; it was a light blue and white checkered mini-dress with matching stockings; Denise would wear it with Mary Janes since she didn’t own any ‘ruby slippers’.  At one party, Denise remembered her friend embarrassing her as she arrived with ‘Hey look, it’s Dorothy with big boobs!’

She sat the shoes down on the couch and went to grab her phone.  She shot Erin a quick text: “Hey, got the shoes, Ha Ha Ha.”

It was a minute later when she got the reply: “What shoes?”

She instantly texted back: “The ruby slippers.  I just got a pair of awesome ruby heels from a ‘Gale in Kansas’.  Don’t tell me that wasn’t you!”

“Not me – someone else must remember you as Dorothy with big boobs, lol.”

“Whatevs. Thanks, lol.” Denise put her phone down and turned back to the shoes.  The first thing she did was look for a size, but she couldn’t find one anywhere; there wasn’t any writing at all on the inside, for that fact.  The next thing she did, her curiosity finally getting the best of her, was try one on: it fit her foot perfectly!

“Awesomesauce!” she exclaimed, as she slipped on the other shoe, stood up, and did a happy dance around the room.  At that moment, she felt as happy as she could remember; this was her lucky day! Someone had sent her a free pair of awesome red heels and they felt wonderful!

Denise danced over to her full length mirror, and had a thought: she still had her ‘Dorothy outfit’, so why not see how it all looked together?  She ran to her closet and found her Dorothy dress, took it off the hanger, and after pulling the t-shirt she was wearing over her head, pulled the dress on in its place.  Her next stop was her dresser, to get the white stockings that matched the short sleeves of the dress.

She removed the shoes, pulled the thigh high stockings up her bare legs, and then once again slid the ruby platforms onto her feet, marveling once more at how perfectly they fit.  To complete the look, she had a couple of ribbons to tie in her shoulder-length brown hair, and a touch of lipstick and blush, and she found herself back in front of the mirror again!

Denise couldn’t help but giggle as she noticed how the dress barely contained her D-cup breasts.  “I really am Dorothy with big boobs!” she exclaimed as she went to get her phone to take a full body selfie.  In addition to her cleavage, the dress didn’t come down very far; it stopped several inches above the tops of her stockings.  She snapped a few photos in the mirror, picked the best one, and in seconds had posted it to her Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram accounts.

Her narcissism satisfied, Denise poured herself a glass of wine and returned to the couch to relax once again.  She was starting to nod off when her phone buzzed.  It was a text from Erin: “Check your Twitter girl!” Denise quickly opened her Twitter app and was astonished to see that her Dorothy tweet had already been retweeted over a thousand times!

She looked down at her wonderful new shoes, and without thinking, clicked the heels together three times, all the while saying, “There’s no place like Twitter, there’s no place like Twitter, there’s no place like Twitter…” And a few moments later, as she sat her phone and the empty wine glass on the end table, Denise did fall asleep.

 

She awoke quite suddenly at the sound of loud banging on her apartment door.  Bleary-eyed, she stumbled to the door and opened it: there stood Erin and two of her other friends, Ashley and Julie.  They were scantily dressed, as if they were heading to a party or a club.

“Hey, sorry, I fell asleep, what time is it?” Denise mumbled.

“It’s 8:30, Dorothy with big boobs,” Erin laughed.  “Did you forget about the party tonight?”

“Umm…yeah,” Denise answered, “it’s been a long week at school I guess. Can you give me a minute…?”

“Wow, look at those shoes!” Ashley exclaimed.  The petite blonde was pointing to Denise’s feet as the others looked down.

“They look like real ruby slippers!” Julie added.

“Did you ever figure out who sent them to you?” Erin asked.  Denise shook her head.  “It doesn’t matter – they look so awesome! Especially with that outfit.”  She glanced at Ashley and Julie.  “She should totally wear that to the party!”

“For sure!” the other two chorused.

“What…oh…you really think so?” Denise muttered.  

“Well,” Erin grinned, “considering that you are now TRENDING on Twitter,” and she showed Denise her phone, “I think you gotta.”

Denise gasped.  Listed among the current trends on Twitter was #dorothywithbigboobs.  “What was I thinking?”

“You weren’t, silly.  If I know you, you were looking in the mirror thinking how hot you look and how much attention the guys at this party are gonna be giving you.” Erin winked.  “Tell me I’m wrong.”

“You’re not wrong.  But I’m a teacher now, I’m not supposed to do stuff like that? What if someone from the school sees it?”

“So? It’s not like you’re naked or anything. Although by the end of the night…”

“Hush your mouth!” Denise giggled.  “Okay, I guess I’m ready, let’s get going before I change my mind.”

 

A short while later, the four young women walked through the door of the huge house where the party was.  Denise hadn’t been inside for ten seconds when someone she didn’t even know shouted, “There she is! Dorothy with big boobs!”

Denise turned and gave Erin an accusatory glare.

“What?” Erin shrugged.  “It wasn’t me this time!  Looks like you are the star of the party tonight.  Everyone’s looking at you!”

“They are, aren’t they?” Denise beamed, as a girl she didn’t know sidled up to her.  “Did you know you’re trending on Twitter?”  Denise nodded as the girl continued, “Can I get a pic with you for my page?”

“Umm,” Denise paused, but the girl already had her phone out in front of them and had snapped a photo.  “Okay then!”

She spent the next fifteen or twenty minutes posing with dozens of other people, most of whom she had never seen before in her life; her craving for attention superseded the caution she should have been exercising as a high school teacher.  ‘Tonight,’ she kept telling herself, ‘is all about me!’

Erin’s words from earlier rang true – she was getting all of the attention she could handle from the opposite sex.  Erin, Ashley, and Julie seemed to be enjoying themselves as well, and they too turns making sure Denise always had a drink in her hand.

As the time passed, and her blood-alcohol level rose, Denise no longer cared about being the responsible teacher; she was having the time of her life! Her friends were keeping an eye out, making sure none of the guys went too far with her, although they too were starting to get drunk and were checking on her less and less.

It was near midnight and the crowd was thinning out as people began leaving. Erin, Ashley, and Julie had each found someone to hook up with in other rooms of the house; a very tipsy Denise was all alone on the couch when a handsome young black man walked over and sat down next to her.

“Finally alone, Dorothy with big boobs.  My buddies have your cockblocking little friends busy; now you’re all mine.”  His hand went to her thigh, sliding up and under her dress and finding her already damp.  His hand closed around her mound, gripping it firmly.

“Ohhhh,” Denise moaned, offering no resistance whatsoever as he stood up and pulled her up and off the couch with him, his grip on her pussy not lessening at all.  He brought her closer, leaning her inebriated body against his.

“Let’s take you somewhere where nobody is going to find you,” he whispered into her ear, causing her to shudder hard.  “Once you’re out of that dress, I’ll give Twitter something to really go crazy about.” And he slowly led her out of the room, as she leaned against him for support, and into the darkness.

“Ohhhh,” she moaned again, “can’t see…where are you taking me…”

“Somewhere no one is ever going to find you again, Dorothy. You belong to me now.”

“Huh…I…noooo,” she protested weakly, until he squeezed between her legs again.  “Ohhhh…”

Denise, even in her drunk and excited state, could feel the ground beneath her heels change to grass; they were outside and it was still pitch black.  After a bit, the mystery man stopped, and knelt down, sliding her body over his right shoulder, then standing up again and resuming his walk. Her legs were dangling down his front, and her head and arms were down his back; they began to move a good bit faster now that she wasn’t slowing him down as much.

She lost track of time quickly and had no idea where they were or how far they had come.  A blinding light flashed suddenly, and the man stopped.  Denise heard footsteps approaching, and then the man’s voice:

“Who are you? What do you w-uunnnhh!” She heard a crack that sounded like it was his head, and then they both dropped to the ground; she landed on him, cushioning her fall.  He twitched once and then didn’t move.

Denise looked up, but the light was so bright that she couldn’t see a thing.  She felt a hand take hers, helping her to sit up.

“I…thank you,” she mumbled, “thank you so much…”

“Let’s get you away from here, shall we?”  The voice was female and soothing, like a melody to Denise’s ears.  She let her rescuer pull her up to her feet, take her hand, and lead her away.

She heard a door open, and her mysterious benefactor led her through it, and into a soft, comfortable chair.  As Denise settled into it, the light emanating from all around the woman dissipated, and by the light of the room Denise was able to see quite clearly who was standing in front of her: a tall woman with a skintight, low-cut, all black dress, pale, almost greenish skin, red hair, and a pointy black hat.

“You…” Denise mouthed, “you’re the… Wicked Witch…”  Her head was finally starting to clear from the alcoholic fog it had been in most of the night.

“Am I?” the woman smiled.  “Are you sure?”

“I must be dreaming…is this Oz…what’s going on…why did you save me back there?”

“Okay, poppet, one question at a time.  First, you’re not dreaming.  Second, this isn’t Oz.  And if I was the Wicked Witch, that would make you Dorothy.  Are you Dorothy?”

“No…I’m Denise…I’m just dressed like-“

“Dorothy with big boobs.  I have been following all the activity on Twitter tonight.  How else did I know where to find you?”

“So, you’re not the Wicked Witch, you’re just dressed like a skanky version of her?”

“Skanky, eh? That’s funny, considering the state you were in when I found you.  Spreading your legs for a complete stranger and letting him take you out in the middle of nowhere.  Are you always this much of a slut?”

Denise blushed, and opened her mouth to speak, but before she could, the woman put her finger to Denise’s lips.

“It was a rhetorical question, dear.  And so you know, I may not be the Wicked Witch of the West, but I am one of her agents, and I am here for a reason.”  She pointed to Denise’s feet. “Those.”

“You want my ruby slippers?”

“Yes.  And after what I just did, saving you from that man-beast, it seems the least you can do.  Give them to me now.”  The Witch’s voice changed, becoming colder in its tone.

“And what if I don’t?”

The Witch pulled out a white cloth. She took a bottle from somewhere inside her dress and soaked the cloth with its contents.  “I use this chloroform on you, knock you out, and take them without your consent.”

Denise’s eyes widened.  “I’m not Dorothy, but somebody sent me these shoes for a reason, and I’m not giving them to you or anyone!” She got up quickly, running to the door, as the Witch watched with bemusement; despite all her efforts, the door wouldn’t budge open.  She turned, to see the Witch standing a few feet away.

“I guess we have to do this the hard way, Dorothy with big boobs,” the Witch cackled.  She looked deep into Denise’s eyes, and the stunned young teacher, caught in her demonic gaze, couldn’t look away.  She had a deer-in-the headlights look that was broken only when the Witch pushed the cloth over her face.

“Mmmm! MMMM!!!” Denise attempted to scream, but the sound was muffled by the cloth.  She twisted free somehow, and took a few steps away from the Witch; the effect of the chloroform she had inhaled kicked in, and she staggered, then dropped to her hands and knees in a complete daze, shaking her head helplessly back and forth.

“There we go,” the Witch laughed, “Surrender Dorothy!”  She knelt down behind the struggling young woman and grabbed her right shoe to pull it off her foot.  But the moment she touched the shoe, a strange thing happened: an electric shock hit her and sent her flying across the room!

It took Denise a couple of minutes to recover her senses enough to get to her feet and see what had happened; as she turned around towards the locked door, she saw the Witch, lying there against it, sprawled out and apparently unconscious.  Denise tottered over to her in her platform shoes and knelt down in front of her to check; the strange woman was breathing but out cold.  The chloroform-soaked cloth was still in her hand; Denise reached out slowly and carefully took it from the Witch.

Curious, Denise stood back up and looked at the damp cloth, amazed that something so simple had almost knocked her out.  She recalled a sweet smell when the Witch had it over her face; she brought the cloth close again to see if the smell was still there.  She took a deep whiff, and almost instantly her eyes crossed and her head started spinning.

“Uuuuhhh,” she gasped, backing up for no reason and tripping over a table behind her, falling hard on her ass on the floor.  She shook her head again, desperately trying to clear it.  “That was really…dumb…DeeDee,” she mumbled to herself.

She glanced up to see that the Witch was not only awake, but standing just a few feet away, a huge grin on her face.

“You know, if I wait long enough you might just knock yourself out, Dorothy,” she laughed.  

“Please,” Denise begged, “stay away from me!” She was still too disoriented to get to her feet, but she managed to scoot backwards against the chair as the Witch reached for the cloth in her hand.

“Sorry, doll, but my patience is wearing thin, and the Wicked Witch is probably wondering what is taking me so long.  One more good whiff of that cloth and it’s night-night time for you.”

“No,” Denise pleaded, as she started pulling herself up by the chair behind her.  She managed to get to her feet, but as she turned to run, the Witch grabbed her wrist, the one holding the cloth.

“Gotcha.  Now let go of the cloth so I can put you to sleep and take those pretty shoes,” the Witch smirked.

“Never!” And Denise tightened her grip on the fabric, determined not to let go of it.  The Witch still had a good grip of Denise’s wrist; she slid her other hand covertly behind Denise’s back and then took hold of the pretty brunette’s hair, holding her head in place.  Then she started pushing Denise’s hand towards her face.

“I don’t need you to let go, doll.  I just said that to distract you for a few seconds.”  The Witch had the upper hand clearly now, as she pushed the cloth closer to Denise’s face.

“Please…no…I can’t…I can’t…” Denise was breathing hard from the struggle and unwittingly breathing in the sweet fumes more quickly. Her eyes started to cross again.  “Feel so…dizzy…please…”

“That’s it, just keep breathing it in, I don’t even have to push it all the way this time.  Say goodnight, Dorothy.”

“Goodnight…Dorothy…” Denise muttered, her eyes glassy, her expression vacant, unable to stop what was happening to her.  She pitched forward, unable to keep her balance, and her heavy eyes fluttered as she leaned against her captor.  Her mouth was hanging open as her lips went numb, and her eyes slammed shut.

 

“Well, well, it’s about time you returned,” the Wicked Witch cackled as her agent finally walked through the door of her castle.  In her left hand was a beautiful pair of ruby platform heels, and over her right shoulder was a beautiful, voluptuous, naked brunette, still unconscious.

“It took a bit longer to hunt them down, Mistress,” the agent replied as she walked up the aisle and stopped a few feet away from the Witch’s throne.  “But I got them, see?” And she approached and handed the Wicked Witch the red shoes.

“And what else have you brought me?” the Wicked Witch smiled, reaching out to caress the brunette’s sleeping face.

“A bonus.  She knew too much, I didn’t think it was wise to leave her there.”

“Excellent.”  The Wicked Witch turned to her right and waved towards a large birdcage that was hanging from the ceiling.  “Put it in there.  I’ll have some fun with it before I have to send it back.”  She paused then added, “She reminds me a little of our Dorothy, don’t you think?”

 

“…there’s no place like home…there’s no place like home…there’s no place like home…”

“Denise, wake up! Denise! DeeDee!” A hand was jostling her and finally her eyes opened.

“What…where am I…what happened…?” She rubbed her eyes and looked up at Erin standing over her.

“You’re at the party, remember? You must have passed out.”

“Ohh…no…I was at the party…then this guy took me away…he was going to take advantage of me…but then this woman showed up…she was working for the…Wicked witch…she tried to take my shoes but I wouldn’t let her…”

“Honey, you just had a dream, that’s all.  Now get up, we gotta get you home.”

“But then…she knocked me out and took them, and took me…I was the Wicked Witch’s pet…I was there for days until she left the cage open…I got my shoes back and clicked my heels together…and then…I woke up…”

“Like I said, a dream, Dorothy with big boobs.”  Erin reached down and helped Denise to her feet.  As she did, she glanced down.  “Hey how did you get that green glitter on your shoes?”

“I…I don’t know?” Denise mumbled, looking down.  “That’s so strange…”

 

THE END