Pondering

'Magic is real.'

That fact hit hard.

In an effort to not think about the many disgusting ways she had been used, she pondered the existential implications of what had happened. She loved the idea of magic, fantasising about it throughout her teenage years, but had assumed it was confined to books (and erotic fan fiction). The fact that it could be real could change everything.

As she lay in the disgusting dumpster she had many hours to wonder what she would do with this information if she ever got out of this predicament. She couldn't go back to normal life now she knew this was out there.

A crack of light entered the dumpster, warming her body slightly. She started to feel life return to her body as she re-inflated and weight returned to her body. She tested moving her fingers, and to her relief they moved as she expected. She started to wriggle out of the plastic bag before a tightness started to become pain in her ass.

Her eyes shot open as she remembered the bottle and rushed to pull it out before it her body lost its elasticity around it. It made a surprising pop, and was much less pleasurable now the curse was wearing off.

She outgrew the bag as she re-inflated, tearing it, and she wriggled out of its remains. She found her stained dress around her waist and pulled it up to her shoulders, but her shoes were nowhere to be found.

She clambered out of the dumpster and started to worry about how to get home without money or shoes, and stinking of club toilets. The predicament felt small next to the revelation that magic exists.

Would anyone believe her? Would she be the one to expose magic to the world?