Fun in the Apartment

Lydia thought about it for the moment, and came to the realization that she should probably have a dry run on her powers before she used them on someone she knew. As she attempted to step into the apartment, she felt discomfort. It was as if she was being pulled away somewhere, but it wasn't to Felicia's location. She didn't know where she was going, and then she realized. She never completed her wish. She scrambled to find the words before she was pulled into the void.

I, Queen Lydia, am teleporting—invisibly and intangibly along with my magic book—right into...ONE INCH TO THE LEFT!

The discomfort was gone as she noticed her view had changed ever so slightly. It was a good thing to know, hesitate with your wish for too long and the book will just use what it already has. With that out of the way, her attention turned to the woman in the apartment. Lydia decided to take a look around before doing anything. The apartment was larger than hers, but it still showed the telltale signs that the woman lived here alone. An orange tabby cat was curled up in the hollowed out portion of a scratching tree. It looked up at Lydia, making direct eye contact with her, before letting out a yawn and falling back asleep. She looked down to see she was still invisible. She figured that she'd have to make herself undetectable by other means next time as well. Lydia stepped into the bedroom and noticed a laptop on the bed, she bent down to take a look. It was on, but in sleep mode. She did take note of the name on the screen though, Kellie's PC. It must be the name of the resident. She knew she shouldn't do what she was about to, but curiosity about the woman and Lydia's new powers got the best of her.

I, Queen Lydia, wish to know the browsing history of this laptop, but only while Kellie was using it.

A flood of information entered Lydia's mind. Most of it was mundane sites like fashion blogs and social media. But she also found other, more useful things. There was a lot of porn of just about every combination of guys and girls imaginable. Most of it was prose, and some of it written by Kellie herself. The other was a mess of ghost-hunting blogs. Lydia's eyes lit up when she saw just how much the two swirled together in Kellie's smut. Ideas brewed in her mind. Thinking about how her clothes moved with a simple wish, this was an angle she had every intention of using. She stepped through the bedroom closet door and marveled that, while not big enough to be walk-in, was quite spacious compared to her own. There was more than enough in there to suit Lydia's needs. The book hovered closer so that she could see the pen write her next decree by itself.

I, Queen Lydia, make it law that life be granted to all of Kellie's belongings. They can have autonomy, but must also listen to Kellie's directions or my own.

Lydia felt fire between her legs when she saw dress shirt sleeves move, skirts puff up to human shape, boots and shoes stretch out and walk on their own in the closet. "That's it, wakey wakey girls."