Lois Tries Something

Lois flipped through the book, stopping here and there to read a passage or look at an illustration. It was hard to see if there was anything here that was a direct clue to the missing women...and then she stopped at one particular illustration.

"To Obtain The ſorme of Your Deſire..." Lois read aloud. Most of the instructions in the book required rather elaborate ceremonial rituals or strange materials that were difficult to obtain, but this one the reporter saw she could do on her own...all it required was a rather short ritual and an incantation.

Lois bit her lip as she scanned the passage. Normally she didn't have any truck with the occult—she was a rational woman, not prone to silly girlish fantasies. Of course when she was younger, Lois had experimented with things with her friends: Ouija boards and the old trick "light as a feather, stiff as a board," sneaking in a copy of the Satanic Bible to read and hoping her dad or little sister wouldn't find it... Like many young women, Lois had been enchanted with the way witches had been painted as powerful figures, in control of their own destinies, but she had never looked into it deeply...

But now...temptation flared within Lois. The instructions were simple, she had everything she needed right here...and a little experiment certainly wouldn't ...hurt...in the name of science...

Looking around to make sure no-one was watching, Lois pulled down her pants to mid-thigh and pulled up the hem of her shirt, tucking it under her chin. She read the page's instructions carefully, then picked up the ceremonial knife and pricked her finger...just hard enough to draw a drop of blood.

There was a sigil on the page, and as instructed she used her blood to draw a curious U-shape under her belly-button, the twin "horns" facing upwards. Now all it required was an incantation...

"O friend and companion of night, thou who rejoicest in the baying of dogs and spilt blood, who wanderest in the midst of shades among the tombs, who longest for blood and bringest terror to mortals, Gorgo, Mormo, thousand-faced moon, look favourably on our sacrifices!"

Lois could feel a tension in the air...a kind of pressure that seemed to build up inside her body and without, and though there was no wind she feel a sudden heat from behind her, as though she was sitting facing back against a bright summer day or an oven. A kind of sexual excitement settled into Lois' nethers as she thought of all the taboos she was breaking, and the thrill of maybe being discovered.

The next part was tricky, though; Lois had to focus on the body she wanted for the spell to work. Clearing her mind of all else, she focused on a vision of herself...albeit a little taller, a little sexier, with big, firm tits.

Reading aloud from the book, holding the dagger facing toward her own belly button, the reporter completed the spell:

"Azarath, Metrion, Zinthos...so mote it be!"

The tension snapped as though a bubble was popped, and Lois felt a sudden sense of release as the temple resumed its rather mundane air. Lois sighed, feeling something leave her...an intangible passel of memories and emotions that just seemed to drip out of her like water, leaving her feeling empty inside...and she opened her eyes to see if the ritual had actually worked.