Witched

The witch who crashed our Halloween party said that she was going to turn us into whoever we were dressed as. This isn't fair! I was dressed as a big, blue genie, not Princess Jasmine!

Ruh-roh!

"Jinkies, Fred, I think that the warlock who has been hiding out in the amusement park might have magic powers after all!"

"Velma, you know better than that. There's no such thing as magic."

"Oh, yeah? I'm not Velma! I'm Shaggy! Zoinks!"

A tiny adjustment

My wife said she picked out a Halloween costume for me. I scoffed when she clipped fairy wings onto my back. I wasn't laughing for long, however.  My body started to change into an exact copy of the woman at my office with whom I had an affair. To make things worse, the costume also shrank me until I was six inches tall!