You think of your loud neighbor.

The minute the wizard explained the effects of this potion, you knew you just what you wanted to do with it. Thinking back to all of the hours of lost sleep you've had to put up with from the thumping bass of Rebecca's rap and pop music, you start to head back to your apartment. Soon she'll be listening to a song of your own.

Rebecca, your next door neighbor, is a short, curvy girl your age. Before you both moved in to the same apartment building a couple of months apart, you had a distant crush on her, having went to the same high school. Rebecca was only in one class of yours, and had a much different circle of friends, but still when you passed her in the halls or saw her from across the cafeteria, you always took notice of her. A couple of months after graduating, she got kicked out of her parents house for hosting a booze&weed fueled party without their permission, and moved in next door to you.

Rebecca was often an inspiration for you to stroke your dick in the room next to hers, when you would see her large ass in her jean-shorts, or when you caught her in those yoga pants leaning down to grab her clothes out of the dryer in your communal laundry room. She has chin-length straight brown hair, small but noticeable breasts, and the slightest bit of chub to her face.

Always regretting your lack of courage in talking to her, you aren't going to skip on the opportunity you just received, a plan hatching in your mind.