A counter spell

Lauren wracked her brain for some kind of counter spell.

She tried to recall what she had been taught the last few weeks, but she was too distracted. Holding up her pants felt like holding a cinder block.

“Eeep” she squealed as she felt her jeans, with clasp already open due to the pressure, slip down her hips. It was a matter of seconds before she would lose her grip and she would be exposed.

In a fluster, she blurted out the first spell that came to mind.

All of a sudden she felt a tightness around her lower half. Her jeans were shrinking! She had cast a shrinking spell.

She watched in awe as her once somewhat-loose-fitting jeans became tight and form fitting.

Just then she lost her grip on her jeans, but instead of being exposed, she floated back down to ground level.

The weight of her jeans, countered the levitation spell cast by Victoria.

Lauren grinned at her mother. She was grounded and unable to move her legs - her jeans like a stone monument - but she avoided an embarrassing exposure.

“See!” She exclaimed gleefully “I can counteract your dumb spell”

Her mother looked at her, astounded by her arrogance, and simply raised eyebrow ready for her next move.