She seems troubled, and this is feeling more like than you expected. Maybe you should admit what you did.

You watch Tracey question her own sexual orientation and why she is attracted to you, stroking your cock as she says she isn't attracted to other cocks. You start to realize how just powerful the enchantment is. You can see how confused and conflicted she is by the things the magic is making her feel and do. You don't want to cause her unnecessary trauma.

You've never felt anything but your own hand on your cock. The soft, gentle stroking of a girl who was your unattainable crush is making your shaft strain and the head throb and leak precum. You're starting to feel ashamed that you had to magically warp her mind to get her to do this though. Your take her hand and guide it away from your cock. "Um, Tracey... I have to tell you something." You manage to mumble out, your voice barely audible.

You can feel your heart pounding. You don't know what she'll do. Or if she'll even believe you if you tell her the truth, but it just feels wrong not to. "I, well, I made you feel this way." You say, your eyes down at the floor.

Tracey giggles at that. "You sure did!" She says in an enthusiastic voice and licks her glistening lips. "I mean, I feel a little weird about it. I was always sure I was, like, 110% gay, since I can remember. But, there's something about you that really makes me want to open my mind and experiment. It's a little scary, but not bad."

You shake your head. This is uncomfortable with your dick hanging out, so you grab your boxer shorts and pull them up, while you try to explain. "I mean... really made you... like, you didn't have a choice." You sigh and your shoulders slump. "It was a magic spell." You lean over your computer keyboard and open the web browser to the page with the spell on it. "Look for yourself."

Your face flushes red with shame and fear about what Tracey will do. She just looks at you quizzically, and moves to the desk chair. As she reads the page, you try to explain in a rush of words. "I didn't think it would really work. It was just a dumb fantasy. I wouldn't have ever done it if I thought it was real. I'm so sorry. Please don't hate me. Don't tell anyone. I fucked things up. I don't blame you if you want to just leave and never talk to me again."

Tracey's mouth opens wide as she reads. Then closes as she frowns. She looks like she's about to say something, then stops. Her mouth hangs open again. You can't tell what she's thinking. When you finish babbling, she laughs. "Fuck. I guess I'm not going crazy or having some weird phase where I doubt my sexuality, at least." She shakes her head as if to clear it. "I don't hate you, Dave. I... I don't think I can." she adds, with a strange slightly confused frown. "I mean, intellectually, I know I should. I understand that should be so fucking pissed off that I want to **** you, then get your corpse arrested for attempted ****. But... I don't." She shrugs. "That's how I know that it really is magic."

"How I feel is... well, flattered that you picked me to put that spell on in the first place, and really, really happy that I get to be the one to please you. I can't remember ever feeling so good about being with anyone. It's like my heart is full, and I know my purpose. Plus, I'm soooo horny that I can barely keep my fingers out of my pussy right now." She spins in the desk chair to face you directly, still completely naked, and seeming not to be bothered by that at all. "And, holy fuckballs! Knowing someone who can actually do magic blows my mind. I mean, that kind of power is kind of a turn-on all on its own. I know in my mind that it's fucked up how I got to feel this way, but that doesn't change that's how I feel."

She gets up from the chair, and steps closer to you. Her arms wrap around your neck as she presses her soft, perfect body against yours. "That says you've got me for life," she nods back towards the computer screen, "and I'll have to do anything you want." Her voice is a sultry purr. She looks into your eyes and smiles a tempting smile. "I can't argue with that. Don't want to." She places a soft, wet kiss on your bare chest. "Please, tell me what you want. Doing what you tell me makes me happy... and fucking wet." Her lips move to the side of your neck, and leave a wet kiss there. Then she breathes out softly into your ear. "I'm your mind-controlled little fucktoy now, just like you wished for Dave, whether you meant it or not. And I couldn't be happier about it."