Ian, someone she used to bully.

Ian Wainwright.Even with the feelings of humiliation over what she'd just sent to Elaine, the thought of sending a photo of herself -- a woman, a bride-to-be -- to Ian made Jo give a little gasp of despair.

Ian had been a skinny little nerd in their high school class, and the two things that stood out the most about him was how he believed in magic, and effeminate he'd looked. People like Bastian had made his life a living hell, called him "Ian from the Coven". At first, Jo had defended him, but that all stopped when a rumor began to spread that this was because Jo fancied the girly looking boy. With social status at stake, to her shame Jo had been quick to turn on the other boy, joining in the heckling and bullying. It reached its pinnacle when Jo had run a campagn for Ian to be written in as Witch-Queen of the Seniors' Ball.

And yet for all that, Ian still claimed Jo as a friend.

Jo choked back a sob. If she could take it all back she would. Maybe this was justice in its own way. Now it was Jo who was unmanned, magiclaly transformed, helpless, humiliated...

Trembling, she slid the dress off her body, removed her lingerie until she was solely in panties.

With trembling hands she set a timer on her phone, then knelt on the bed in an unconsciously provocative pose.

Click!

With tears of shame streaming down her cheeks, Jo prepared to send the image to Ian. She dreaded the message she would have to compose...

And that's when it hit her.

Bastian hadn't given her instructions about what kind of message to send Ian!

All she was compelled to do was send the picture, but she wouldn't even have to write anything at all. She didn't even need to tell Ian the humiliating truth! She could just leave it blank...

... or she could send a cry for help. Even if that meant admitting what Bastian had done.