Necklace Contract

"Please stop that." A British voice spoke in her head. Tiffany was taken aback, and looked around the room in confusion. "Who said that?"

"Inside of the necklace around your neck, I am the spirit which gives it thought and power." The necklace spoke. Tiffany's eyes widened, before staring at the ground again. "Oh my god, I've gone insane..." She thought to herself.

"Your thoughts do not deceive you. I am... Well... While I am a necklace, my name is Janice. I am a spirit from long ago. I control the power in the necklace."

Tiffany stared forward, bewildered for a moment. "You're a spirit? Why are you stuck in a necklace?" She bluntly asked. The spirit gave a sigh. "I was a lady in a court long ago, in a time long before you were born. I enjoyed wearing extremely beautiful dresses, and all the looks men and women alike would give as I walked. Apparently, one woman did not like how much attention I garnered, so she cursed me such that my afterlife is bound to my necklace."

Tiffany blinked for a moment, before suddenly covering herself. "Can you see me?" Jane laughed, and suddenly a spectral projection emerged from the necklace a few feet in front of her. It took the form of a young British woman wearing a beautiful, Victorian-Era purple dress. Her red hair was done into a beautiful bun on top of her head. "Well, to say the least, I'm pretty sure I've seen it all at this point. My favorite part is those beautiful puppies!" She explained, pointing at her breasts. "They are just the right size! Big enough to bounce a little bit, but not so much that it makes the rest of you dwarfed in comparison. And many others think so too." Jane said with a wink, taking a look over Tiffany as she cowered fearfully in the corner. Tiffany instantly reddened in the face. She didn't know whether to feel frightened, embarrassed, or both.

"Well anyways, I think you're due an explanation. As a spirit, I feed off of emotions to gain strength. The emotions I feed primarily off of are a little bit different than most. Other spirits mostly feed off of fear, anger, sadness, and other emotions. I have a strong preference towards attention and embarrassment. The more the wearer gets, the more I can influence the world around me." Jane bragged. "Although, since my strength is gained emotionally, I cannot physically affect the mortal realm. So no creepy shenanigans like some of my other counterparts. I can however influence my wearer's physical temperature, and use a power I call 'persuasion'. I pose as the mind's subconscious, and convince people around the wearer to think a certain way. Like yesterday. That mall manager? She was going to call security and have them haul you off. Instead, I convinced her that you looked pretty down on your luck and didn't need another problem. Also, before you ask, I can't 'persuade' you to get naked. I've tried, but I can only convince others they actually want someone to be naked, or enjoy something." She said, pointing back at Tiffany. Two and two clicked together, and Tiffany stood up with a fury.

"That was you?! I've been dying of embarrassment the last 4 days! Now you're trying to strip me naked in front of my family?! You're evil!" She yelled. Jane threw her hands up in the air in mock innocence. "Hey wait. I did nothing wrong. At the end of the day, you stripped naked. You were the one that ran naked through the mall. You were the one that ran out of the bathroom. I can't make you do that if I tried." She countered. "Besides, if I really wanted, I could keep you naked 100% of the time. Until you found someone to take the binding spell off, I could keep you this way forever. And all that embarrassment and attention you'd get would be delicious." Jane threatened with a sadistic grin, whilst licking her lips. Tiffany recoiled in horror. "No. Please. Not that."

Jane laughed. "I was kidding! If I did that, I'd go back in some magician's storage and never see the light of day. That would be mutually assured destruction. I'd like to form a more permanent partnership with my wearer this time." She reassured. Tiffany breathed a sigh of relief, but raised an eyebrow. "Well, what does that mean? I can't go around naked all the time. That's absolutely off the table." Tiffany argued. Jane pouted in response. "Aw. But imagine! You could go anywhere you wanted, and never wear clothes! If anyone had a problem with it, I just have a talk and convince them the naked girl is the most hilarious and beautiful thing they have ever seen. Not that it takes much with a body like that. Really, you make it so much easier." Jane offered. Tiffany briefly considered her offer, but shook her head. Then, a light-bulb went off in her head, as she realized something. "Wait. If I start going naked all the time, then the news will start reporting on it at some point probably. And everyone will get bored with it once it becomes normal. Even I'd probably get used to it after a few years or so. What happens if people stop caring, and I stop caring too?" Tiffany said. Then Jane stared off into space for a moment.

"You... You are right..." Jane admitted, with a sigh. Tiffany internally cheered, having convinced Jane nudism was not an option either. "Well, what conditions would you accept?" Jane questioned. Tiffany winced, realizing she was making a very life-affecting choice. She recalled her dream. Another version of herself that took the incidents in stride, whilst retaining her embarrassment and desire to retain some small degree of modesty.

"Well... I guess a few incidents every now and then can't hurt. Once a... month?" Tiffany offered. Jane's eyes widened. "Once a month?! I'd be starving, and lose control by the time that came around. Let's just keep it as is, I'll be happy with once a day." The two bickered back and forth, before finally settling on an agreement. "...So just to be clear. Once a day for the rest of the week so I can get it out of my system, then every other day, and then once a week." Jane questioned, raising an eyebrow. Tiffany tossed it over in her mind one last time. She was making a deal with a ghost after all. No telling what Jane would do once Tiffany gave her permission.

"Sure. But no going overboard, deal?" Tiffany suggested. Jane quickly nodded her head. "Deal. Also, should probably point out. You won't know I'm interfering until I show up in your vision. So once I let go of my visual form, you won't remember anything about this. You shouldn't associate the necklace with the situation again. Anything specific you want to remember, try thinking about it while I disappear."

"Wait! Before you go, can you maybe get my parents to leave for a few minutes while I go grab something to wear? I don't want to end up naked in front of them..." Tiffany begged, her face reddening again. Jane could only laugh in response. "Your sister locked the laundry room, and the bedrooms, and hid all the keys to them after moving your clothes for you. You're on your own." With that, Tiffany was left just as naked as before, as Jane slowly faded out of sight. Tiffany set her mind on one thing, and one thing only. "Don't be afraid. Let it happen." She told herself over and over.