Gwen shivered as she sat in the back of the car Pinky and Missy recently jacked. This could not be happening, she thought. Grandpa and Ben are in danger of being in the presence of a witch and she was in danger of being in the presence of two teenage criminals. If only she had left them behind in the prison, but now it was too late. She and her new "friends" had recently stolen the money from a wealthy couple in a park and were on their way to a clothing store for Gwen. Needless to say, they were right; her current attire would be what the police needed to identify her. If they catch her again, she'll never be able to save Ben from Charmcaster switching bodies with him.

But right now, she currently focused on the current situation: buying new clothes with the two teenagers she'd just gotten herself tangled with. Only the store was in a very shifty part of town. "Here we are," Pinky said. "This place can sell clothes fresh from the thrift store. But no lolly gagging, Princess," she warned. "We can't stay here too long or the cops will find us."

Gwen nodded. Taking the money, entered the store. It was kind of run down, but the clothes it sold were not too shabby. But none of them seemed her style. Then she remembered not to stall and get back to the car as soon as she found something that fit. Soon she found something that seemed her style. "Ma'am?" she called out to a clerk. "Do you have something like this with my size?"

"Um," said the desk clerk. "Sure. Let me check."

(!)

Missy groaned in impatience. "Where the heck is she?!"

"She'll be back," Pinky assured her. "Princess knows better than to turn us in now. Not after all we've done for her."

"You're too trusting."

"And you can't see she's too fragile. She won't survive without us."

"'Us?' I just wanted to make up for lost time!"

Pinky smiled at her friend. "You don't see the possibility of having a witch on our side, do you?"

"She said so herself," Missy snapped. "She's just a little girl in a teenager's body. I can see it in her eyes that she's a goody two shoes."

Pinky continued to smile. "Give a bad girl enough rope and she'll soon make a jenny-ass of herself. Have you not seen Pinocchio?"

"Jenny-ass?"

"A female donkey."

"Um," Gwen's voice said. "How do I look?" The two teenage girls took a good look at the sorceress. She was wearing white denim pants, a blue hoodie with a cat's face on the front and a pair of white running shoes.

"Well, it's better than what you originally wore," Pinky said. "Now we just need to do something about your hair. Normal teenagers don't have silver hair like that."

Gwen stroked her hair, agreeing. "We just need to dye it."

"I got you covered." Pinky took out a bottle of orange hair dye. Coincidentally, that was what Gwen needed.

(!)

Eventually, the three girls stopped at a motel. The place was pretty expensive, but a mind control spell from Gwen changed the owner's mind.

Gwen stared at herself in the bathroom mirror. Thanks to the hair dye and change of clothes, she looked almost exactly like her twelve-year-old self. She hoped that this would convince Grandpa Max and Ben that the Gwen with them was Charmcaster in her old body.

"Hey," Pinky called out. "It's almost time for bed, Princess! Come on! The TV quality's surprisingly good despite the cheapness of this place."

Gwen sighed. She wasn't looking forward to this. The room had only one bed, which means she had to share it with those two delinquents. But she didn't have much of a choice. She exited the bathroom and found the two girls huddled together watching a movie. Gwen felt red in the face when she realized they were only in their underwear and bra.

"Hey," Pinky said. "You're going to sleep still wearing your clothes?"

"Um...I don't feel comfortable."

"Hey, remember what I said back in juvie? I am in charge. Which means, get naked or else." Gwen shivered, then, red in the face, she peeled off all her clothes, save for her underwear and bra. "Not bad looking, Princess." Pinky scooched closer to Missy to let Gwen sit next to her. Pinky wrapped an arm around Gwen and brought her close to her. "Comfortable?" she asked.

"Not really."

"Too bad. Just shut up and enjoy the movie with us."

Left with no choice, Gwen snuggled up to Pinky. She felt surprisingly warm. She looked at the two girls, and their almost naked forms. "You're not that bad looking yourselves."

The two girls blushed. Missy turned away. "Thanks," she said, blushing.

Pinky ruffled Gwen's hair. "Yeah. What she said."

(!)

Meanwhile, the Rust Bucket stopped at a motel parking lot; the perfect spot they can sleep in the Rust Bucket for the night. Charmcaster was slowly getting to know the Tennysons for a while. Thanks to her magic, she peeked into Ben and Max's minds and memories so that she will learn how to keep up the act until the time came for her to switch bodies with Ben. But right now, she had to make a call. Making sure Ben and Max were asleep, she left the RV and traced strange symbols in the ground around her and spoke in a strange tongue. Soon, an image appeared before her. Hex. "You," he gasped. "How did you learn how to cast the telecommunication spell, Tennyson?!"

"Uncle Hex, it's me, Charmcaster. Now be quiet! The Tennysons are sleeping!"

Hex blinked. "Charmcaster? But...how...never mind. What are you doing, niece?"

"Wasn't my idea," the sorceress scoffed. "I wanted to use Transfera Identica on Ben, but his meddling cousin got in the way. Now I'm stuck with them until the potion is ready."

"You did remember to take back your possessions from your previous body, the one the Tennyson girl is currently inhabiting, did you?" Charmcaster scratched the back of her head sheepishly. "You foolish girl!"

"Shh!"

"Sorry." Hex then repeated, but more quietly. "You foolish girl! The Tennyson girl is going to learn every spell from it! You've just given her a weapon she could use to stop you!"

"Pfft, I'm not worried. Gwen is nothing more than a novice. She'll never learn all the spells in time. And even if she does. It will already be too late, I will have Ben's body and his Omnitrix. That's the name of the alien watch, by the way."

"You better pray this plan won't fail," Hex warned. "Because if you get yourself arrested again, I will not bail you out!"

"I don't need you to bail me out," Charmcaster said. "I can use a little bit of magic to blast me out." Suddenly, she heard a thumping sound. "Someone's coming!" She cancelled the spell and scratched out the runes just in time for Max to come out. "Gwen?" he yawned. "What are you doing out here?"

"Had to get some fresh air," she lied professionally. "My doofus left his smelly socks in the bed again."

"Well, come back inside. You're going to get a cold."

"Okay, Grandpa." Charmcaster made a mental noise of disgust. She couldn't wait to get into Ben's body and stop being a goody two shoes.

(!)

The next morning, the three delinquents hopped back into their stolen car and continued their journey down the road, following the trail Gwen was tracking with her magic. "They've stopped at a hotel not too far from here."

"Okay," Missy said. "After that we can finally ditch this girl."

"There is one problem," Pinky said. She tapped the gas dial. "We're about to hit E and we're short on cash and we've got no food."

"So, what are you going to do," asked Gwen. "Rob a convenience store?" She meant that to be a joke, but the look Pinky told her she wasn't.

"Actually," she said. "We're not going to rob a convenience store. You are."

"I...what?"

"Most crooks and punks use guns and knives to get what they want, and they mostly get caught. We've got a witch."

Gwen blinked and tried to play dumb. "Uh..."

Pinky motioned to Missy who grabbed her shoulder. "Help us get some money and food or you can forget about finding your body!" She held up a razor and inched it to Gwen's cheek.

"Okay, okay!"

"Good," Pinky said. "Now there's a store just up at the next exit. We can take what we can there."

Gwen felt sick. This went all against her moralities and she was being forced by two criminals to help them rob a store! She truly regretted not leaving them behind now.