Actually, it IS the RA

Lydia made the door open on it's own, expecting Kyle to be behind it.

The girl that was there instead reacted momentarily to seeing no one behind the door as it opened, then looked at the packed (and still slightly smoking) bong in Felicia's hands.

"Felicia? Lydia!? I thought I smelled that down here, but I wasn't expecting to walk into a party!" The young woman put her hands on her hips and stepped into the room, glaring at Felicia as she pulled out her phone. "I'm calling campus security down here."

Kyle walked up to the room and gritted his teeth, unseen by the angry RA. While the RA was still glaring at Felicia, Lydia nodded at Kyle, wishing a silent command. Kyle nodded back and just stood outside the room.

"I wish you were as high as we are, Sandy," Lydia grinned, knowing that her phrasing would flow into reality. The RA blinked a couple of times, looking around the room.

"I...jesus, Lydia, what are you smoking? I have a contact high just from coming in here!"

"But, I bet you're okay with that," Felicia said, nudging Lydia. "You should probably take a hit of your own." Lydia weaved this new truth with her thoughts.

"I'm..." Sandy looked around, noticing Kyle standing outside. "Either beat it, or come inside and shut the door!" She said to him. She turned back to Felicia, reaching for the bong. "Listen, I'm okay with you guys smoking, but you need to be discreet about it!" Kyle came in and shut the door as Sandy took the pipe. "I don't mind as long as you guys don't get me in trouble, you know?" Felicia just chuckled, lighting the pipe for Sandy as Lydia smirked at Kyle, who was in disbelief.

"Man, I wish I had an RA that cool," He said.

"As far as you know, I am not 'cool' at all," Sandy said back to him between pulling from the pipe. "So don't go sharing this little experience with anyone...whoever you are."

"That's Kyle," Lydia said. Sandy waved at him while she cleared the slide. She wavered a little afterward.

"You don't smoke much, do you, Sandy?" Lydia asked.

"Uhhhh...not since, like, a graduation party a couple years ago," Sandy metered out.

"So you're probably going to want to zonk out for a while after that hit," Lydia said. By now it was becoming second-nature to turn her spoken suggestions into mental wishes.

"Yeah, I should...probably take a nap or something. Just, please don't get me in trouble for letting you off on this, okay?" Sandy said. Lydia nodded. It was a little relieving to see that she hadn't deeply changed Sandy with a couple behavior-based wishes; they only altered precisely what she was targeting at the time.

Maybe Lydia was getting really good at this.

Lydia made a point to help the girl out, too. She wished that no other campus authority would bother them about the pot smoke in the dorm. She didn't want to get Sandy in trouble.

Sandy turned the bong over to Kyle, heading toward the door.

"Um, Lydia?"

"Uh-huh?" Lydia smiled.

"I might want to, um, talk about this later. I promise not to get you guys into trouble, but..."

"Hey, no worries. Get some sleep," Lydia said. Sandy waved and left. She considered messing with Sandy remotely when she was back in her room, but there was plenty of time for that later.

"So..." Kyle said, looking down at the bong. "Are you guys going to, like, explain what I saw in that face-time earlier, or what?" Lydia narrowed her eyes at him.

"Get high with us," Lydia said. "Then maybe we'll show you." Kyle smiled a little, looking down at the piece and pulling a lighter from his own pocket. "Ah, you came prepared."

"I smoke cloves," He shrugged. "Scores me points with certain parties." Lydia rolled her eyes at Felicia as he lit and ripped the slide. "Daaaaamn, this stuff is no joke," He said.

"It's magically delicious," Lydia responded. "Pack another one." She pointed at the bag on her desk, and Kyle complied.

"So like...do you guys have like, effects riggings in here and stuff?" He asked. "And like, are you doing that sort of thing for like an X-videos or an OnlyFans or something?" Felicia couldn't help but laugh. Lydia just kept smiling.

"Hit the bong again, Kyle," Lydia said. "Catch up to us first, then we'll show you." The guy complied again, taking another deep hit off of the thing. Lydia swallowed the rest of her drink, letting her glass go in the air.

It hovered in space for a moment, floating over toward the common table. Kyle didn't notice anything at first until Lydia telekinetically took the bong from him, making it hover out of his hands. He just blinked a couple of times, watching the thing sail through space. In another second, his lighter was pulled from his other hand. His lip trembled as it spun in front of him, lighting itself as it hovered a few feet in front of his face.

"Pretty advanced riggings, wouldn't you say?" Lydia asked. Felicia grinned, watching her crush react to seeing all this magic.

"I--I don't..." the lighter went out and sailed over toward Lydia, who didn't even put her hands on the glass. It just hovered in front of her as she pulled from it again--the hovering lighter joining up and sparking again without the intervention of a human hand. On hearing the clinking of glass, he looked over at the common table in front of the sofa, where Lydia's mixed drink was repouring itself. "H-holy shit. Felicia, are--are you seeing this?" He asked, looking at her. She just nodded calmly. "Wh-what the hell is in this weed, Lydia?"

"You like it?" Lydia asked. "It's very, very potent stuff. I hear that it's something of an aphrodisiac as well. Kyle's jeans popped their button when she said it. He looked down at his waist as Lydia finished her hit, then waved it on to Felicia.

I wish Felicia to have telekinetic capacity over Kyle...as it relates to her desires about him, Lydia thought. She wasn't going to tell Felicia exactly what she'd just granted, but she'd drop little clues and watch how it would play out.

Felicia had apparently been following Kyle's attention at his waist. When he went to button his jeans back up, Lydia telekinetically unzipped him as well.

"Wh-what the hell?" Kyle asked, looking at the two girls. Felicia was intently watching as she took her turn with the weed, and Lydia was casually focused on her drink, drifting back over to her. "No, seriously--I can't just be hallucinating this stuff, no matter how powerful this stuff is. How are you making things float around like this?" Kyle asked. "Seriously..."

"Felicia, hon--he's all yours," Lydia grinned, looking back at Kyle like a predator surveying her kill. "In whatever way you want him. You don't even have to ask. Just use your imagination." Felicia's eyes lit up as she took her hit, looking over at Lydia in anticipation. "Yeah, seriously," Lydia chucked. "Just try it out."

"Wh-what are you two talk--hey!" Kyle's shirt moved around on him. "What the fuck?" The hem line on his shirt lifted on him, pulling from under his arms and forcing them up. As he fought against it, he could feel his jeans sliding off of him at the same time. Felicia couldn't help but start laughing. Lydia had obviously given her some kind of ability.

"I want to see that bare chest," Felicia said. "Strip him nude!" Kyle gasped as his apparently animated clothing redoubled its efforts. He realized now that this had nothing to do with the weed he just smoked...the things he saw in the video were real!

"The FaceTime--that--that was..." Kyle stuttered.

"Oh, he's figured it out, Felicia," Lydia said, laughing.

"H-how are you two doing this?" Kyle asked. He finally relented with his arms, letting his shirt billow off of him. Just as his jeans reached his ankles, the waistband on his boxers was pulling down. He instinctively grabbed them, trying to prevent his last shred of dignity from dropping to his ankles. "Fay--s--stop!"

"Okay, okay--he can keep his underwear...for now," Felicia said, waving at him. Suddenly the pulling of the fabric stopped, and Kyle took a deep breath as he looked around the room. He looked from the hovering bong, to Felicia again, then to Lydia, who waved at him.

"Wh--what..." Kyle reached down to grab his pants again. "How is any of this possible?" As he started pulling the pants up again, Lydia clicked at him.

"No no no, Kyle-- she said you can keep your underwear." Lydia pointed at him, and suddenly Kyle hovered into the air. This time, his jeans slid right off of his legs, ankles first. This time, Kyle shouted — and Lydia waved a finger, making his discarded shirt wrap around his face and tie itself behind him. It didn't stop him from making noise, but kept it to a minimum volume.

Felicia plucked the bong out of the air, lighting again and taking a big hit. Her crush was literally in the room with her and Lydia, subject to magical powers with an unknown capacity, and gagged for the time being. Panicking, he was pulling at the shirt to no avail and kicking his legs against the air.

Felicia was a little ashamed by her excitement in watching his struggle, but not so ashamed that she was going to command it to stop--especially when she saw a detail in Kyle's boxers growing more and more conspicuous.

"That's not a bad body," Lydia said, shrugging. She telekinetically called the bong back over to her, and Kyle's lighter took care of the rest. Felicia nodded, especially admiring Kyle's legs and chest. "Kyle, chill," Lydia chuckled, smoke pouring out her mouth. "Did you want another hit of this?"

The floating college guy stopped trying to pull at his gag for a second, and his kicking slowed. He tried to mumble something to the cloth.

"Well, listen, if you promise not to scream like a little girl--I'll take it off," Lydia said. Felicia couldn't help but laugh again. Had Lydia always had such a casual mean-girl streak in her? She was playing the situation as nonchalantly as she did when Felicia first encountered the magic. It was like Lydia knew she was in full control, and watching it was actually pretty entertaining.

Kyle nodded, mumbling something again as he nonverbally agreed to Lydia's deal. She waved a finger, and Kyle's gag untied itself. Lydia made a beckoning motion, and the shirt unfurled itself and took shape, bobbing over towards her. At the same time, Kyle's jeans lifted off the ground and filled with a ghostly shape, mimicking a walk as if someone was inside of them as they joined up with the shirt. In exchange, the bong hovered back towards him.

"This...this is really real," Kyle said, shifting around a little in the air. "I mean, like, I'm hovering."

"Uh huh," Lydia said, examining his outfit standing on its own. "Do you like Felicia, Kyle?" He looked at Lydia, who was paying more attention to the shape of his clothing, then to Felicia, who was paying more attention to his midsection. Her gaze traveled up his body, meeting his as her eyes brightened.

Felicia was cute. She could have bigger tits, maybe, but she had a pretty face, she wore pretty great clothing (really great, on occasion), and...

"Yeah," Kyle blushed. "I mean...this isn't a trick question, right?" Lydia shook her head.

"Well, Felicia wants to fuck you," Lydia said. Felicia glared at Lydia. "You wouldn't have a problem with that, would you?" Kyle looked dumbfounded.

"Lydia!" Felicia interjected, blushing. Lydia laughed.

"Well, the only reason you're holding back is because you don't want to sexually **** him, right?" Lydia asked. Kyle couldn't help but chuckle a little bit, despite being held aloft, free of gravity. "Well, we did magically strip you," Lydia said, wrapping her arms around the waist of Kyle's filled-out shirt, and reaching for the seat of his empty jeans. "God, you work out, don't you?" It was Kyle's turn to blush now as he nodded at Lydia.

"I mean..." Kyle took a deep breath. "If this isn't a dream — or even if it is, really — I'm kind of anxious to see where it goes." Kyle's dick pumped up a little bit in his boxers, which Felicia absolutely took notice of. "But, it's just...how are you two--"

"We're magic," Lydia answered, "and that's the only explanation you're going to get. If you have a burning demand for a better one, you'll quickly find yourself back in your dorm room, alone, having woken up from this 'dream' you're experiencing," Lydia said. "So, we're magic — and that's all you need to know. Deal?"

Felicia grinned as she watched Kyle consider it. She couldn't believe how perfectly Lydia was setting all of this up. Kyle finally nodded.

"D-deal." He grinned like a fool, looking back at Felicia. Lydia buried her face in the shoulder of Kyle's shirt and inhaled. Hmmm. A ken-doll of a guy willing to bend to their will. That only left one thing.

"Do you want him to yourself, Felicia?" Lydia asked, still admiring Kyle's shape in his empty clothes. "It could be really fun if you're willing to share, but I can certainly find my own fun if you'd rather not." Lydia figured Felicia wouldn't have a problem taking turns playing with their new toy, but even if Felicia wanted to be alone — Lydia could simply magically vanish from their sight and senses, but remain there all the same either to watch or influence the proceedings. She could also go mess with Sandy some more--or any other of their hallmates, for that matter.