"Whacked off? Oh yeah...well, sort of." Emily's voice is hushed in the candlelit shadows of her friend's room. "I could kind of see what he was seeing, or more like what he was...imagining."
"Like, what he was...fantasizing about?" Traci's interest is keen, palpable.
"Yeah, I guess." Emily had used this spell several times before, on boyfriends of her own. Though always entertaining, its novelty had worn off a bit for her.
"What was it? What did you see?" Traci asks hurriedly, "Was he thinking about...me?"
"Oooooh yeah. That's an understatement." Emily replies dryly.
"Really!" Traci blushes as she continues her interrogation, "What was it like? Tell me! Tell me!"
"Well, how can I say this..." Emily speaks slowly as she searches for the right words, "he really....I mean REALLY...likes your boobs."
"Really? Really?!" Traci squeals, hugging a pillow to her chest, to the oversized t-shirt she uses as a nightgown, "He was thinking about my boobs?" She tucks a stray strand of hair behind one ear and continues "In what way? What about them? Tell me more!"
"All I can say is that...well, he likes them big...really big." Emily begins to fall into giggles herself, remembering the visions. How embarrassing for him!
"Okay, I can manage that!" Traci proclaims as she drops the pillow to her lap and playfully thrusts out her considerably healthy chest, demonstrating its bounty. "Here I am!" she announces, "Come to mama!"
"I don't know, Trace..." Emily adds, laughing, "maybe for this guy you should get implants!" The girls have to hush themselves in their laughter, not wanting Traci's parents to know they’re still awake.
"Omigod! Could you imagine?" Traci muses, "I'd be huge!"
"Face it, girl, you're already huge."
"Yeah, huh?" Traci looks down at her own chest, smiling in pride. Her friend, she can't help but think, looks flat in comparison.
"But I think I can maybe still help you out. There's a spell in here somewhere, I think, that can, like, bring his fantasies true, make it so you're like his...I dunno, his dream girl."
"What do you mean? It'll make my boobs...bigger?" Traci asks innocently, as if in disbelief. Incredibly, Emily notices, she didn't seem totally against the idea.
"I dunno, maybe..." Emily continues, "It's different depending on who it's used on. It's a powerful spell, I've never tried it. But I think it works mainly on him, not you. Here, it's in the book, let's see what it says exactly." Emily thumbs through the pages of a well-worn paperback. "Okay....this is it. In the section on Sex Spells. 'A curse to entrap him slowly in mind, body and soul: What he imagines of you to bring him to passion'," Emily recites, "'will become his reality in its own fashion.' Hmm. The rest is all in Latin. Do you want me to translate it for you?"
"No, that's okay..."
Emily's eyes scan over the spell as Traci looks on in silence. "I don't know what it'll do exactly. Sounds like it'll make him see you the way he imagines...bigger? Maybe?"
"Okay, well...do you think it's safe? It says it's a curse..."
"Who knows? I guess so...how bad can it be? Don't you want him to like you?"
"Well," Traci says, looking down at her chest, admiring its size almost shyly, "it sounds like he kinda likes me already."
"But don’t you want him to...y'know...really like you?"
Traci sits in reflection for a moment, with thoughts of Rich, the guy she had a crush on as a kid, as her boyfriend. Wrapped around her little finger, even...that would be so cool! He is so much older, more mature. She could make him buy her things. But could something bad happen? Does Emily really know what she’s doing? She’s been, Traci has to admit, always good at this witchcraft stuff in the past. Though very smart, Emily had, as she became more proficient over the years, come to rely on charms more and more, for landing boyfriends most of all. Though not unattractive by any means, Emily was never the most popular girl in school but always seemed to be dating the cutest guy in class, the best athlete, whoever she fancied. Traci, on the other hand - though at times using the benefit of a spell - needed to rely on magic less and less. Her natural charms, she was finding out, were becoming plenty powerful enough to attract the boys and generally get her what she wanted. So, her magic, such as it was, had fallen a bit into disuse. She never really had the discipline for it anyway, and would usually rely on Emily if she needed a simple charm or suggestion here or there. Though what Emily wants to use on Rich tonight, she knew, is much more serious. "Couldn't we just do a little charm..." she asks, "those work okay-"
"But this would be so much more fun!" Emily responds quickly.
Traci takes a deep breath, thinking things over again, and makes her decision. "Okay. Let's do it!"
"Excellent!" Emily claps her hands in delight, but then quickly turns serious. "Now, this is a new level spell for me...let me see..." Tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, Emily thinks carefully about what she is planning to do. Although the more powerful spells she's been using have been working well recently (the seeing spell she had used earlier to spy on Rich's fantasies is a good example) - she is about to try something even more forbidden. "Huh...it looks like this is a potion...no, it's some sort of powder. Yeah, a powder - each of you will have to get some of the batch. You can eat it or sprinkle it over yourselves. Do you think you'll be able to do that? Okay, good. I think I have all the ingredients here...is there still some of that napkin around? Great."
As Traci watches, Emily sets about putting together the concoction, which involves - among other things - ashes of the remains of the napkin that had been used to wipe Rich's mouth, a bit of Traci's hair, and a few more arcane herbs and such that she had brought over in her kit. For Emily, making the powder is easy; it’s going to be getting the incantations right that worried her. She can see, also, that Traci is tiring.
"Hey, Trace, why don't you go to sleep?" Emily suggests, "I can finish this up."
"Okay, good idea, I'm beat. Just try not to make too much noise. It's bad enough that it already smells like we've been smoking in here. If my mom finds out were not asleep she'll freak..."
"Yeah, okay...goodnight."