Proving to a Friend That Magic Exists

Sandy had arranged to meet her school friend Max at the construction site in an unfinished building. He was her best friend's brother.

Sandy wondered why he'd invited her here. Seeing Max, she asked, "Hi, what important thing did you want to show me?"

"Not so much to show, but to prove. Remember how you said magic didn't exist and that you were willing to bet your clothes that no one could prove it to you?"

Sandy thought for a moment; she'd been talking about it with the girls in class. Max's sister almost agreed, but the bell rang and the conversation went quiet. She didn't know Max was listening. "So what?"

Max smiled. "So I bet?"

Sandy rolled her eyes. She'd been friends with Max for a while, and she didn't know he believed in magic. He probably thought he'd show her the ropes and see her naked. But I won't give up, and he'll get hit with his own weapon. "Okay, I'll make a bet, but you won't convince me with just anything."

Max smiled, first conjuring flowers for her, then a turtle, and even changing the color of his shirt. But Sandy didn't realize this was real magic; she thought they were just silly tricks.

Max grimaced, "Okay, I won't convince you, but I have one more trick, are you willing to participate?"

Sandy grimaced, thinking she was about to win the bet and her friend would jump naked. "Never mind, just get over the embarrassment; I agree to participate in your trick."

Max suddenly took on a slightly creepy expression and pulled out a camera. "I'll need it to record your face and prove I was right."

Sandy just shrugged. Suddenly, she felt something like her underwear disappearing, but she ignored the feeling.

Max smiled and thought, "The test use seems to be working, time to continue this spell."

Sandy's socks vanished from her clothes. Then her pink sweatshirt. Then her blue T-shirt.

She noticed this and quickly covered her breasts. "What happened?"

Max smiled. "The show's almost over," he focused, and Sandy's pants vanished, leaving her with only her bracelets, headband, and shoes.

Sandy quickly covered her pussy and felt a pang of humiliation: "What, how, when?"

Max smiled. "I'll explain. I used consent magic to get you out of your clothes. Be glad I took pity on you and left you the shoes, and for decoration, the bracelets and hairband. But okay, now admit to the camera that you use magic."

"Uh... I, Sandy, admit that magic works, now please give me back my clothes."

Max smiled. "A bet's a bet, so they're mine." He checked his camera. "I'm still sending the whole video to my sister, she'll be happy too." He glanced at Sandy's face, which blushed even deeper. "I don't know if I should show this to the rest of the class." He smiled mischievously.