Tiffany and Athena walked into Tiffany's bedroom and swapped outfits.
"I feel weird wearing this," Tiffany said, looking at herself in her mirror. Pale skin, straight dark brown frizzy hair that was so long it stopped at about the middle of her back, a full-length black lace dress with a black under-bust corset and black boots. "I've never covered myself up this much."
"And I've never shown this much skin before," Athena said, walking in front of the mirror. Tanned skin, light brown curly stylized hair, a pink bare midriff tube top, and a short white pleated miniskirt (so short that if she bent over, people would have full view of her panties).
"You forgot your shoes," Tiffany pointed out.
Athena looked down at them. "I don't wear heels. I mean, once or twice I did. But it was a long time ago."
"Can you remember how to walk in them?"
Athena shrugged her shoulders, then placed her feet into the pink open-toe 4-inch heels. She walked across the room, or at least tried to.
"Do it like this," Tiffany said, then showed her.
"Okay, yeah." Athena mimicked the way she walked and did it flawlessly.
"That was good." Tiffany turned back to the mirror. "What kind of make-up do I have to wear?"
"None. I don't wear any. At least, not usually. Sometimes I wear black."
"So, I don't wear any. Not at all?"
"That's what none means. I try to go for a natural look."
"Not anymore you won't. If you're gonna be like me from now on, you have to wear make-up. Pink, preferably."
Athena groaned.
"Now, I promised to give you cheerleading pointers."
"Let me do something first," Athena said, then sat down in front of Tiffany's computer. "I have to check something."
"Why don't you use your own computer?"
"Because this one has a printer. I've got your old one, and it doesn't."
Athena typed an address in and hit enter. The page filled up with a gothic-looking website.
"What are you looking for?"
Another page came up. This one had a list of items. A picture of each was to the left.
"One of these items is capable of changing reality like this."
Tiffany leaned in and looked at the first one on the list. "Magic flute? There's no such thing as magic."
Athena turned around and said "Yes. There is."
"How can you be so sure?"
Without turning around to face Tiffany, she said "Because I'm a witch."
"Are you joking?"
This time, Athena turned around. "No."
Suddenly, everything made more sense to Tiffany. The dresses, the weird books on her bookshelf. Of course, Athena was a witch.
"Wait a minute. If you were a witch before, doesn't that mean that I'm now a witch?"
"No. Believe me, you're not a witch."
"How do you know that?"
Athena looked towards the bookshelf, then got up out of the chair. "It's easy enough to prove." She pulled one of the books off the shelf. It looked really old and battered. She then opened it and showed it to Tiffany.
"Read it."
"I thought you told me not to read your books."
"This one's okay."
"What will it do?" Tiffany asked.
"It's just a simple levitation spell. But it doesn't matter, because it won't work for you."
Tiffany leaned in close and saw the spell that Athena pointed at.
"It's not in English."
"It's a form of Latin. Most of it is phonetic. Just read what you see."
Tiffany shrugged her shoulders, then read the spell. Suddenly, the desk chair began to levitate.
"That's impossible," Athena said.
"Whoa. How do I make it stop floating?"
Athena read the spell to stop it, but it didn't work. The chair was still floating up towards the ceiling. "Why doesn't it work for me?" Athena panicked.
"Which one is it?" Tiffany asked. Athena pointed to the spell and Tiffany read it out loud. The chair fell to the ground in a crash. "So," Tiffany said, turning to Athena. "What does this mean?"
"It means I'm not a witch anymore and that you are."
"But I don't know anything about witchcraft."
"Yeah, but you can perform witchcraft. I don't know how it happened, but it seems that we've switched skills too."
Then Tiffany had a thought. "Um, speaking of switching things."
"Yeah?"
"You know about my reputation, right?" Tiffany asked.
"That you're a slut?" Athena said, bluntly.
"Yeah, that. Well ... there's a reason for that. I'm a nymphomaniac."
"What? Are you saying that I'm now a nymphomaniac?" Athena asked.
"Have you had any desires yet?"
The truth was, she had. And up until now she was able to keep them in check. But if what Tiffany said was true, then Athena would have no choice but to live up to her "new" reputation as a slut. Athena had never had sex before. Her virginity was important to her. But it was easier when she didn't have these impulses whenever she saw a guy.
She felt embarrassed by all of this and that's why she lied to Tiffany when she said "No."
"Well, you should soon. And you don't want to bury the feelings, if that's what you're thinking. Because they just become more pronounced, and more frequent. To the point where you'll actually be going from guy to guy to get the pleasure you need."
Athena was horrified by that. She didn't want to become a mindless sex maniac. But if she didn't heed Tiffany's warnings, then that is what she'd be.
Athena broke out of her thoughts and put her spell book back on the shelf. Then she put the desk chair right-side up and sat down. She looked at the screen with all the magical items listed, then hit "print".
Tiffany grabbed the printed out sheet. "So, one of these items could be the cause?"
"That's right."
"Magic flute, magic necklace, magic lamp." She giggled. "Magic lamp. Just like that Aladdin movie."
"Don't laugh. Magic lamps are very unpredictable."
Tiffany continued. "Magic bracelet, magic stone, magic key. Do you really think one of these could be here in town?"
"I'm sure of it. Someone has one of these items."
"But who?"
"That's the question," Athena said.
