You should probably talk to her, and find out a little more about her, since she’s yours for life.

Back in your room, you sit down in your desk chair. It isn’t long before Tracey comes in and settles into your lap. “Your sister is nice, and really pretty.” She nuzzles the side of your neck, placing soft little kisses there.

“So, what would make you happy now. I want to make you happy.” Tracey says in a low whisper. Her warm breath tickles your earlobe.

You wrap your arms around her. You don’t think you’d be comfortable fucking her while Abbie is in the house. It won’t be long before your mother is home, too. “We should talk. I’d like to know more about you. I suppose I’m kind of shallow, putting a spell on you without having the first idea about who you really are.” You say with a sheepish smile.

Tracey grins slyly at you. “Even if you are, I don’t mind at all. If you knew more, you might not have picked me. And I’m so happy you did.”

You chuckle at that. “You know it’s the spell making you feel that way, right?”

Tracey pouts at that. “I know that in my head, but it doesn’t change anything. The way I feel is very real.” She gives you a gentle poke in the chest with her finger. “I am a little sorry that you never talked to me before the spell. I think I would have liked you. We could have been friends. You should give girls a chance to get to know you and like you for you.”

She grins wickedly. “Of course, if it turned out that I didn’t like you, then you could have enchanted me and made me your **** to teach me a lesson for being a stuck-up dyke bitch.” She giggles. “That would have been kind of hot.”

You must look surprised at hearing her say that because she laughs harder. “So now you know something about me, I have some fucked-up fantasies.” She shrugs. “Of course, before the spell, it probably would have been a hot dominatrix making me her ****, or me turning the tables on her and making her my ****.”

That gets you curious about how much of what she’s talking about is just fantasy, and how much she’s actually done. You realize she’s almost certainly had more experience with girls than you have. Not a high bar, but it’s still strange to think about.

“Have you, you know, ever done anything like that? You know, BDSM or…” You don’t know how to finish the question.

Tracey shakes her head. “No… not really. I mean, Leah’s the first girl I ever did more than kiss. Just being with a girl is hard enough for her, without getting kinky, too.” Her eye go wide and her mouth hangs open. “Oh fuck! Leah! It’s gonna really mess with her when I dump her for a guy. I’m the one who got her to accept herself and see it’s ok to be gay.”

“Hold on,” you say. “Is Leah kind of short? Black? Punk rock look? She was ready to take my head off today, after she saw us kissing.”

Tracey nods “Yeah, that’s her. Seeing me kissing a guy in public was sure to make her feel really insecure and jealous. She’s already torn up that we couldn’t be together openly. Her folks are super religious, so she can’t come out or they’d kick her out of the house. Shit. I was so into you; I didn’t even think about how she’d feel.”

“Maybe you shouldn’t dump her.” You suggest.

Your enchanted **** looks at you quizzically. “I’m going to be spending all my time and attention on you. Right?”

You shrug. “It might make things easier if you kept dating her for now. It would keep her from making a fuss and drawing attention to the fact that the hottest girl in school ended up with a nerd like me. That would raise some questions, and since the answer is mind control magic, I’d rather not have to answer them. Besides, I know you won’t end up choosing her over me, so I can share your attention a little.” You wink at her.

Tracey smiles when you explain what you’re thinking. “I think that’s just an excuse. You feel bad for her, and don’t want me to hurt her.” She hugs you tight.

“Maybe, a little.” You agree. “Also, the idea of you making out with a cute girl turns me on.” You grin.

“Oh my god! You guys are all such pigs about that.” Tracey laughs and swats your shoulder playfully. “I know I should tell you how misogynistic and homophobic that attitude is — assuming what two women do together is wank-fodder for you. But now all I want to do is see if I can find a girl who’d be into a threesome and put on a fucking show that would blow your mind.”

She pauses, and her eyes go wide as an idea hits her. “Leah could be into a threesome with us. You could make sure of it.”