Reality warp

You turn the laptop to face her. “I was thinking this one,” you say. “Reality alteration. It isn’t just the body. With it I get a stronger, more masculine version of myself. You know, taller, broader, naturally dominant. But there is a mind component, where everyone remembers us that way. Except us… have two sets of memories… we know… but we are the new us. And this is the part I want most. I want you become my strongest fantasy. Smaller. Softer. Smaller. Obedient. Basically my perfect little pet. We both feel it as real overlayed on our actual memories. And… we just… live it.”

Carrie reads the description slowly, chin resting in her hand, expression thoughtful rather than shocked. She took another slow spoonful of yogurt with her tongue before answering.

“Okay,” she says eventually. “I’ll cast it. But only if we do it my way first.”

You glance over. “Your way?”

“You go first. One week minimum—longer or shorter if we both agree. During that week I’m the dominant one. And you…” She looks at you with that quiet, assessing look she gets when she’s already three steps ahead. “…you become my submissive. My pet. You’ll feel like that’s just who you are.”

You laughed nervously but wanted to sound easy and a little cocky. “Fine. Deal. One week of you playing the boss and me being under your thumb. Then we flip it and I get what I want.”

Carrie smiled, small and private. “You’re sure?”

“Positive.” You assure her.

She cleared a space on the table, following the spell’s instructions with a calm focus. You stand across from her, not especially worried. A week of temporary role-play feels like nothing compared to what you’ll get afterward.

When she speaks the final line, her wording is careful.

“I accept the first arrangement,” she says as she writes the magical contract, a construct that would bind you both to the agreed outcomes, you both add a drop of blood to sign it and then the spells energy consumes the contract, magical runes spinning about the room as it is made part of the spell and the new reality it will create. “One week minimum. Me in control. You as your own female submissive fantasy. Body and mind.”

“Um, yes,” you say then frown. What? Female submissive? You?! That wasn’t… “oh shit, wait a second?!”