Discovery

She'd made it home, having found her clothes in the same dumpster she was in. She disposed of the dress and showered thoroughly. Nothing was going to erase last night's experience for her but luckily it looked like her body had been restored. By the time she'd been in the shower for 30 minutes, cleaning and inspecting her body as she went, there was no evidence that anything had happened to her.

By this point, something she couldn't explain came over her. She felt an urge to tease herself as the hot water ran over her body, and she knew why, even if she couldn't believe it. Reflecting on the events of last night was turning her on. She wondered if it was the prospect of being cast around like an object, fucked like a toy, but she didn't think it was that. Being neither dominant nor submissive, nor particularly into being used outside of the context of the supernatural, it was unlikely to be anything to do with that. Another wave of throbbing emanated from her as she honed into the source of her arousal: the supernatural.

She'd had her fair share of supernatural fantasies growing up, thanks to the abundance of it in teenage books and movies, but had never had reason to entertain the idea in real life. But she'd seen it now: magic is real. And sexy...

She spent the rest of the day on her laptop on her bed, scrolling through countless forums, websites and chat servers, digging for clues. There were plenty of people who thought she was crazy, but every so often there was a glimmer of something. There were accounts of confusing encounters all over the world: some perplexing unsolved robberies, some suspiciously good illusionists and a whole bunch of weird inexplicable sexual phenomena.

There were a few things that connected them all: firstly, that the instigators, illusionists and witnesses all seemed to disappear, go quiet or even retract their stories after the first few days of talking online, and secondly, much more suspiciously, the same names seemed to be popping up in the conversation, disparaging and discrediting the stories. Almost an army of bot-like accounts all posting the same messages with small variations every time. She realised she could go to the accounts being used to cast doubt on the stories and view their activity: they opened her eyes to thousands of events of interest to her.

She even stumbled across a website where you could tag the time and place of a paranormal incident on a map; Lilybeth was shocked to see the area she was in -- particularly the club -- was covered in pins. Is it one prolific witch or a big community of magic perverts?

She pinched herself to check she wasn't having a long term hallucination. How can she have made it this far through her life without knowing about this?

She scrolled through the website and, one hand rubbing herself unconsciously, looked through the list of perverted hijinks that had happened around her. People would disappear and reappear confused a week later, feel compelled to do things they wouldn't normally do, grow, shrink, change gender. 'How is this not on international news?!'

She felt her heart skip a beat when she stumbled across a guide to websites which supposedly sell magically imbued artefacts. Apparently a majority were, of course, fake, but some were real and sold many artefacts of interest.

• Magic dildo
• Cursed chocolates
• Anchored bracelets
• Ring of obedience
• Enchanted clothing
• and many more

She stopped rubbing herself, looked at her credit card, and then back at the screen. She filled her basket and paid.

A/N: Please feel free to suggest some items that will cameo in later chapters!

A day of rubbing herself and browsing the web wasn't going to fill her stomach, though. It was time to be a functioning adult and eat, which involved wearing clothes and buying groceries.

"Bread, chicken, lettuce.." She recited her mental checklist, but felt like something was missing: a treat. "And ice cream!" She smiled, making her way to the frozen section. Her heart skipped a beat for the second time when she recognised a particularly harrowing voice.

"What is it, Seth?"

She crouched down and listened intently.