You wear the panties, but it was a trick!

You stare at yourself in the mirror. You cannot deny that this is an insane idea to entertain, and yet...the promise of magical power is just too much to give up! I mean, yes, powers coming from magical panties aren't the most ideal...but before today you didn't even know magic existed so for all you know this is your one chance.

You nod at the panties, "Ok, I'll do it, i'll wear you to bed tonight."

"Oh excellent, that is wonderful news!" The panties reply. "I will leave you alone to enjoy your evening in peace and so I can prepare for what is to come tonight. Oh, before I forget, you can call me Jessica. And I already can feel that your name is Vicky. Well, have a good night vicky, talk in the morning."

And with that your panties returned to normal. No talking, no lips. Had she imagined the whole thing? Had it been a hallucination? No, she was certain. She could feel the magic around her now. There was a buzz in there air, like some sort of ominous static.

You go about your evening at home, distracted by the mystery of what the morning will bring. You get dressed again and go prepare dinner, your mind wanders to all the cool things you might be able to do. You put pajamas on, get in bed under your covers, cozy and warm, but you still can't stop imagining the what if. You watch a movie on your latop to distract yourself, a rom-com about a bumbling clumsy woman. You fall asleep to a scene of the woman embarrassing herself in a crowded restaurant. Her dress is snagged by a bussling waiter and is ripped from her to reveal mismatched bra and tiny panties.

You twist and turn in your sleep, kicking covers and fidgeting with your pajamas. Thunder booms but you continue to sleep. In your dreams you find yourself in the scene from the rom-com, playing on loop. It is almost exactly the same as the scene from the movie, as if looping on repeat. Except that when your dress is ripped off your body by the clumsy waiter, you are left in nothing but the big white cotton panties. And on the front of your panties are a big pair of red lips. You hear laughter all around you coming from the other restaraunt patrons, but the loudest and most mocking laughter comes from between your legs. Parted lips printed on your crotch bellowing out a loud laugh that rings in your ears. The mocking way it pierces your ear drums makes the blood rush to your face even in your sleep.

You awake with a start, a bright shining morning greats you. You look down and see you are sitting on a bare bed, apparently you pushed your blankets and pillows completely off the bed as you struggled in your sleep. Even more interesting was your state of dress. Apparently you had managed to remove all of your clothes except for your new panties in the night. You stand up, naked but for the large cotton encasing your even larger bottom. You walk over to the mirror and are greated by Jessica's smiling mouth imprinted on your panties. You ask her "Did it work?!"

Jessica replies, "Oh, better than I could have even hoped for. The bond has been formed...you are mine now."

You are immediately unsettled by Jessica and you rush to push the panties down and off your body. Except that when you hook your thumbs into the waistband of the panties, you cannot bring yourself to lower them. No matter how hard you concentrate, how much you struggle, all you can do is watch in the mirror as you wiggle and grunt in your panties.

Jessica interrupts your **** attempts to remove the panties. "You can save your energy, I'm not going to allow you to remove me so you can just stop trying. In fact, why don't you kneel and I can explain everything in full."

You feel yourself fall to your knees, shocked at how immediate your body reacted. You couldn't stop it, your body just did as it was told without any input from you. You look at the panties, waiting for an explanation.