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 Margie's First Magic

   Margie loved girls.  She loved smart, well read, engaging young women.
However, in spite of herself, she also loved the pretty ones whether they
were worth while or not.  The Professor's magic would give her the means to
enjoy such prettiness without commitment, consequence or rejection.  She
knew who she wanted first.  She had serious crush on Missy, a quiet, but
snobbish and popular girl.  While drunk, Missy had actually once kissed
Margie, more or less as an experiment.  After that, there was nothing
except for Missy's typical, smug rudeness.

   Missy had a job at a convenience store that Margie frequented just to
have the chance to see the pretty girl.  So, after stopping in and paying,
Margie looked around to make sure they were alone.  They were, so she
whispered, "Let's go where we can be alone."

   Missy would have reacted quite differently if it weren't for the magic
of the eyes.  "This way."

   Margie's pulse quickened with delight.  It was working!  Missy led her
to a back room that was locked behind them magically.  Margie made Missy
hold stock still.  She looked her silent, quivering prize over.  "Mmmm. 
What do you like better, Missy?  Your tits or your butt?"

   Missy's nervousness was evident as the honest answer was forced from
her. "I've got nice tits, but I work out real hard to keep my butt looking
good."

   "Well then, show me." Margie's eyes widened as Missy turned around. 
Missy's trembling hands undid her pants and slowly slipped them down to
show a very firm, well pronounced, and evidently fit bottom in tight little
panties.  "Very nice, Missy, but I think I want to see more of those
darling cheeks.  Don't you want me to?"

   The magic supplied a wonderful dialogue, though it did nothing to cover
Missy's trepidation.  "Oh yes, please take a good look." Then Missy yelped
as the panties magically wedgied themselves to bare her sexy buns.

   "Oh my.  You're right.  That's a really nice ass.  Put your legs apart
and bend over."

   Missy did as she was told.  "Thank you for paying me so much attention."

   "I knew you'd like it.  Mmmhm.  Spank yourself once." Smack.  "Harder."
SMACK!  After that poor Missy rubbed her butt with a delightful pout and a
slightly tearing eye.  Margie acted apologetic.  "I'm so sorry I hurt you.
I'll let you show off a bit more if it will make you feel better."

   "Oh yes, it will!" Missy was more than a little surprised at her
response.  "I'd love to show you my tits."

   Margie smiled almost villainously.  She was enjoying this so much more
than she knew she should have.  Missy lifted her top up above her bra.  It
clasped in the front, so real quick her fingers moved in between her
breasts.  Then it popped open, revealing in a taut bounce her pair of
goodies.  They were neither large nor small, very firm and with great lift
on account of the workouts that Missy had already bragged about.  Missy's
eyes looked all over, but never at her tormentor.  Her nipples, on the
other hand, kept staring straight ahead, demanding attention.  Margie
complimented her breathlessly, "Those are gorgeous."

   "Thank you.  I knew you'd like them."

   "Play with them a bit.  The way you like them to be touched." In
response to that, Missy cupped her boobs underneath very gently.  With a
slow, steady motion, she rubbed around her wondrous pair for a bit before
tricking at her own nipples.  "You like that, don't you?," Margie teased
her.

   "I love it.  I hope you like watching."

   "That's sweet of you.  I think I'd like to hear a real answer now
though."

   The magic let Missy answer in her own words.  "Stop this!  Stop it right
now!  I don't know how you're doing this, but stop it you perverted bitch!"

   "Oh, now that's not nice.  I'm afraid you're going to have to make it up
to me."

   "No!  I'm sorry!  Just stop!"

   Margie silenced her.  "I think I want to see you completely naked. 
You'd like that wouldn't you?"

   Missy shook her head and her eyes watered, but the magic made her say,
"What do you want me to start with?"

   "Your pants, then your shirt."

   She got out of her work uniform quickly which reduced her to unclasped
bra and wedgied panties.  The removed clothes floated over to Margie's
hand. "I think I'll take these with me."

   Missy, much to her surprise, said, "Do you want anything else?"

   "Give me that bra."

   Once she had it, Margie let Missy's real reaction show.  Missy couldn't
move from that spot, but she did clasp her hands over her tits and slump
her shoulders.  "Please don't take my clothes.  I don't know what I did to
make you mad, but don't leave me like this."

   "Mad?  I'm not mad.  I just wanted a good look at you.  Now give me the
panties.  In fact, you can tear them off."

   Missy's eyes watered up even a more, a few tears streaming down her
lovely face.  Margie almost felt guilty for enjoying that.  The magic
helped Missy out with the ripping, making it easy but also quite a show as
the panties were torn just slow enough for suspense before that pretty bush
was bared.  It was dark brown and curly, just like her hair.  Margie was a
bit surprised.  "I didn't think you'd have that much bush.  I thought you'd
be type to trim it down to practically nothing.  I like it.  I do." Margie
looked her up and down lasciviously as Missy stood there humiliated. 
Margie gave a wicked grin.  I think I'd like to see you touch it.

   "Go to hell!  What's happening?" Missy's panic was about her own hand
moving to her pussy as though it were her own idea.  "No!  Don't make me do
this!  Please!" But she did.  She put her hand to own treasure.  Much to
her shock and horror, she started gently rubbing herself.  "OH NO!  Stop
that!!" She let out a couple very soft sounds of pleasure.  She couldn't
help it.  The magic caused her masturbation to be supremely skillful.  It
should have felt good, but that horrible bully of a girl was staring with
so much enthusiasm.  Missy's eyes watered up and her blush plumed up
beautifully.

   Margie told her victim, "Thank me."

   "Wh-what?  Thank you for what?"

   "Thank me for making you feel good.  I won't stop until you do."

   For a moment Missy thought she would refuse, but her other hand started
caressing her breasts.  She couldn't stand herself.  "Okay, okay.  Thank
you!"

   "You can do better than that."

   "All right!  Thank you, Margie!  Thank you for making me feel so good. I
love doing this to myself and I love having you watch!" Missy's anger kept
her from feeling her own hands.

   It was enough for Margie.  She let her unfortunate, pretty toy stop. 
"Well, I think I'll be going now, but I want you to walk me to my car."

   "What?  NO!" Her protests are silenced by Margie's magic.  With a
squirmy sort of embarrassed walk, the blushing Missy strode next to the
triumphant Margie.  Margie had to hear just a little bit of Missy's
resistance though, so she let the poor, naked girl speak.  She begged,
"Please please please don't make me go outside!  Not like this!  What if
someone sees me?  At least give me back my clothes!"

   Margie kept them, of course, delighted to keep her promise to Professor
Enfer to leave her victim behind totally naked.  "Hold the door for me
sweetheart." Of course Missy did just that, trembling as they both stepped
outside.

   "Can I go back in now?"

   "I don't see how.  The doors are locked."

   "What?  No way!" With that Missy ran to the door, released from the
magic at last.  Margie watched as the naked beauty pulled frantically at
the doors.  When they wouldn't budge, she spun in place, her hand over her
mouth in surprise.  Her other hand covered her bush.  She shrieked in rage
as Margie pulled out of the parking lot.