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Check the tags before reading: additionally, there are mentions of pegging even though it’s not actually performed, and also, the trans girl is the dominant one in this story. Enjoy!

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Lacey had time to kill: her parents were away on business crap as usual, and it was going to be two hours before her friends showed up to study and hang out. They all shared a mid level economics course that was extremely heavy in testing terms and definitions, and they wanted to make sure they had it all memorized.

Wearing a red dress that was much too frilly for ordinary people to consider lounging around in it, and running a finger through her long brown hair, she sat on the bed in her weeb merchandise-filled bedroom, thinking of ways to pass the time next to her small collection of plushies. Her dick wasn’t really telling her to jack off at the moment, so that was out of the question.

Living only a few minutes walk from college was so convenient, since she didn’t have to drive or blow money on a dorm that was too small to store her thigh-highs. And, although it made her feel a little bad to admit it, living in a really big and shiny house alone was one of the best things ever. Yeah, her parents were cool with her being trans and really bold about it and all, and she liked them, but when they were away, she could do whatever embarrassing thing she liked, whether it was jacking off or some weird esoteric ritual.

Yeah, magic wasn’t real, but busting out the contents of the occultism drawer and making a big project out of it in the basement was always fun. She thought about that weird ritual she read about online at two in the morning the night before; it was an elaborate ritual for imbuing objects with hypnotic properties.

She leaned back, grabbed a plush shark, and held it against her reasonably busty chest. Yeah, maybe roleplaying out some dark fucked up occult ritual again was fun. She could pretend that whatever object she imbued would have some cool effect… what to use? Not the shark; Big Floofytooth didn’t feel right to use.

She got a text from Jenna, and she set that thought aside to look at it.

“Lacey!!!!! I just remembered I had a doctor’s appointment im so sorry i cant make it :(“

Alright, well, at least there were two more people in the study group. Alex and Jordan would be good enough, even if her platonic BFF Jenna wasn’t gonna be there.

Lacey responded with, “Good luck with your prostate exam, I hope you pass!” followed by a picture of a cat giving a thumbs up. Although it would have been unthinkable to send that joke to anyone else she knew, it was pretty normal as far as her conversations with Jenna went. Jenna immediately sent a second text to the study group chat, informing everyone else that she wouldn’t be coming.

After wrapping up that text exchange, Lacey thought about her occult ritual again, and she pulled out her phone and pulled up the mobile unfriendly, web 1.0-ass looking blog describing the ritual requirements, just to make sure she had everything.

The ritual was purported by the website to be a “syncretic culmination” of magical principles the blogger discovered from several “proven yet inconsistent practitioners” who were not named. The first paragraph was an overly long defense of the concept of “eclecticism”, whatever that was, rambling about how combining things that kinda worked was the only way to make things that worked perfectly, which was probably objectively untrue but whatever. Lacey was wondering how many people were critiquing the blogger’s method to justify such a long and drawn out response. Then after that rant were the actual instructions for the ritual.

She checked the list of tools and components. Athame, pentacle, wand, chalice, mhm, yep, she had all of those already. It used Wiccan tools, but the ritual itself had nothing to do with the faith itself and little to do with its magical practices.

Next were the candles, string, chalk, round stones, incense, crystals, and finally, “Item(s) to be enchanted”. You could use one item, or a pair of items, but no more. Lacey looked around, thinking of things she could enchant. Plushies felt wrong, so did anime figurines, furniture was a no-go… she briefly thought “haha im gonna enchant my balls” but almost immediately dismissed it for being stupid.

Maybe something like a ring or a pendant or another piece of jewelry would work. Those were cool, typical hypnotic objects.

Then her eyes passed over her favorite pink and white striped thigh-high socks, sitting in a basket of clean laundry she hadn’t put away yet. They were expensive, but so, sooooo comfortable, and way more durable than all the other socks she owned. Even after a few months, not a single horizontal stripe was out of line, and they still had a pristine thick fuzziness to them.

Yes. The socks. Those would be perfect.

~~~~~ ~~~~~

The wood-floored basement was used for three things: storage, exceptionally rare games of pool, and Lacey’s erzurum escort dark rituals. There was an entire empty side room in the basement that she liked to use for it; the dark red walls gave the ritual a foreboding tone in the near-darkness that she really liked.

As she carried two bags full of her ritual gear into the room, she shivered with that faint, vaguely arousing sensation of practicing forbidden magic, however fake it was. Then her phone buzzed and the feeling abruptly ended. It was a text from Jordan, in the group chat.

“cant make it im sick srry” was all he said. Punctual as usual.

“So sorry, hope you get well soon :(” Lacey replied, wondering if she was really going to study alone with Alex. He was fine and kind of cute with that short black hair, thin physique, and similar height to her own, but put simply, he was an incredibly boring nerd. He had passions and interests and beliefs about the world, and he even loved anime apparently, but he relayed every single thing he said with the enthusiasm of someone reluctantly opening a tax spreadsheet.

Oh well; at least he was good for studying calculus, and Lacey hated changing her schedule at the last minute. And he was still a little neat to be around.

For now though, she had a little under an hour and a half to do her ritual, and it was almost certainly more than enough time.

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The room was dark, and the only light was from a flashlight with a piece of paper in front of it to diffuse the light. In the dim glow, her red dress felt like the dark, seductive outfit of an experienced witch.

With the unlit candles placed in a ring around an arrangement of stones, each engraved with a chalk rune and connected by string, and the socks folded neatly in an open spot in the center, and the ritual implements arranged in front of the circle, she was almost ready to begin. The crystals–they had to embody some aspect of herself, so she used some cheap tumbled gems in the trans flag colors–were piled in front of the ritual circle for later use.

Lacey first lit some jasmine incense in a tiny burner, setting it to the side to keep it out of the way. With the vaguely honey-like scent in the air, she felt as though the ritual had begun, and the arousing allure of magic was suddenly everywhere. She cradled the crystals in her hands and held them close to her chest, feeling a sliver of vague coolness through her dress as her body heat went into them, and she made silent wishes for them to embody her will to be funneled into the thigh-highs, as the ritual demanded.

When they were warm and felt brimming with power, she placed them in a small pile on top of the socks, then lit the candles. Careful not to disturb the air around it too much, she slowly pulled her arms back, and turned off the flashlight, leaving only candlelight.

Next, she picked up the pentacle, which symbolized the groundwork of proper manipulation according to the blog, encompassing the environment, pre-existing mood, and other aspects of any attempt to charm or deceive. Phone in her other hand, she read off some incomprehensible Latin words from the blog, then blew through the center of the trinket and towards the stones to carry the words to their destination.

The tedium of ritual work was somehow exhilarating. Her heartbeat quickened with every magical act, and it all somehow felt real even though she knew none of it was. Next was the wand, a symbol of the charmer’s own will. Deftly wielding it, she pointed it straight ahead over the ritual site as if at an unseen victim, and spoke.

“I command you, obey me,” she uttered, completing that step in the ritual as she imagined a hot femboy kneeling.

Next was the chalice, which symbolized the will of the victim; she held it to her chest to soften the symbolic will inside the cup, then blew into it, emptying it out and replacing it with her own will. She poured the empty chalice over the center of the ritual site, then set it aside.

Finally was the athame, a ceremonial knife. There was disagreement online over whether a double or single edged athame was better, but Lacey played it safe and went with the double edged one.

This final tool symbolized the act of taking total control, and she had to imbue it with the type of hypnotic power she wished her thigh-highs to have. The website mentioned that you could imbue a weapon with a threatening aura that could coerce anyone it was aimed at, but looking at her thigh-highs, she opted to give it a more traditional hypnotic charm instead; moderately subtle, yet powerful in its overall effect, and vaguely arousing to be overcome by.

Lacey kissed the hilt of the knife, then the flat side, careful not to poke herself. Now to give the improvised speech she made.

“You can’t help but obey me,” she said. “You’ll do anything I say… Look into the thigh-highs, it’s okay… Let them take your thoughts away. Your mind will be mine. It feels good to obey… it feels good esat escort to drop under my control. Simply let my words replace your thoughts…”

She imagined saying those words to someone while wearing those thigh-highs. With the athame imbued, she traced a circle in the air with it, then blew a kiss through the imaginary ring while still holding the athame, causing all the previous steps to take hold on the socks, imbuing it with all of the desired power; at least, that’s what the blog said would happen.

With the tools used, there were only basic, finalizing steps left, chants, the movement of strings and stones, removal of the crystals, and then finally, the gradual snuffing out of the candles, one by one. When the last flame was gone, the ritual was over. She turned the overhead lights back on, and was a little overwhelmed by the bright light.

She looked at the thigh-highs, which were supposed to be her personal tools of hypnotic power now. They didn’t look any different or cause her to fall under any sort of spell; the blog did say that the items wouldn’t influence their owner, after all, but that merely looking at them would influence anyone else to fall under their spell while used by their owner.

After cleaning up the ritual site, just so that if they happened to go downstairs she wouldn’t have to explain the occult stuff to Alex, she looked at her thigh-highs: yeah, why not wear them today? They were still cozy and fun to wear, magic or no magic.

~~~~~ ~~~~~

Sitting in her bedroom again, she changed into a pink skirt, blue shirt, and her new “magic” thigh-highs. Wearing them felt great; not only were they extremely comfortable as usual, but it was fun to think of them as artifacts of overwhelming power. Maybe if a cute guy or girl would put their head between her artifacts of overwhelming power, tonight would be a lot more interesting… For that to happen with Alex though, he’d have to be a lot more interesting in some way she liked instead of just being incredibly boring and mild.

~~~~~ ~~~~~

Alex arrived, wearing his usual gray hoodie and washed out jeans, and when Lacey met him at the door, she was delighted that he brought big coffees for both of them; he didn’t say it out loud, but he was holding two to-go coffee cups, so it was obvious. Instead of saying hello in his usual way, the first thing he did was glance at her thigh-highs and stare for a moment, which was a little surprising but totally fine.

“Oh, wow! Thanks for bringing coffee!” Lacey said.

His eyes perked up and he looked stoically forward at her. “Just thought I’d bring some for everyone, even if it’s just the two of us.”

After accepting the coffee, she turned around, her skirt twirling just slightly.

“Come on in, we can study up in my room,” she said. It was where all the anime figurines are, and those were some of the only things that could elicit anything resembling a delightful response from him.

As he followed her inside, she got the sense he was still looking at her thighs; a glance at a table mirror in the living room confirmed that yes, he was staring. Yeah, guys were like that. He took off his shoes in the living room and left them by the door. She went up the stairs, wondering if he was going to be so bold as to look up her skirt even though he already knew what she had up there.. She silently dared him, because that would be interesting, even if she had no plans to do anything whatsoever about it.

She realized that if the occult ritual had worked as advertised, funny things would probably be happening to his brain at the moment; now that was an amusing idea.

They made it to her room, where she already had her laptop, study cards, and paper notes sitting on her bed.

“I think I saw you also writing down notes yesterday, right? I assume you brought yours,” Lacey said.

“He went fast at the end, so I couldn’t write everything down. Maybe we can compare notes,” Alex said as he set his backpack down and pulled his exceptionally thick notebook out. After he found it, he started to get himself situated on the floor for some studying.

“Oh, by the way, I got this the other day,” Lacey said, taking one of her new figurines off a high shelf.

“Really?” Alex said as he sat cross-legged on the floor in front of the bed, laptop and backpack both by his side. “You got a second one?”

“I just think she’s neat,” Lacey said, holding up her new figurine. “They made her trans, I can’t not buy a second one with the updated look!”

“Someday I’ll buy that game, if I ever feel like it,” Alex said as Lacey put it back on the shelf.

Lacey moved her studying stuff onto the floor so she could sit next to him. It seemed as though every time he thought she wasn’t looking, he was looking at her legs. Was this the first time he had seen her in these thigh-highs? No, there was that other time… although she was drunk for that, so maybe she wasn’t in a good state to catch people sneaking esenler escort a glance.

She figured it was likely that he’d keep taking occasional glances and say nothing, and that was fine. After they both got settled next to each other,, Lacey stretching her legs out while Alex sat cross-legged, she pulled out her notebook.

“Alright, so here are my notes for that lecture,” she said.

While comparing notes and discovering that they wrote down basically all the same information, Lacey kept noticing him staring. Not just at her thighs; her knees, ankles, feet, basically everywhere she was wearing her magic socks.

“So uh, do you think we missed anything?” Alex said after they finished comparing notes, obviously saying something to make it look like he wasn’t distracted.

“I don’t think so. I’m pretty sure we have everything we need for the test; I have my flash cards, wanna give those a shot?”

“Sure,” Alex said.

She moved to sit in front of him, still far enough away to comfortably stretch her legs out, and began quizzing him, setting aside the cards he didn’t get right so they could focus on those later. Yet, as it went on, she noticed some change in the way he talked. He started taking longer to answer each question, and even though he had drank some coffee, he didn’t seem any more energized. Actually, that was probably just because he was hard to energize in general.

“Doing alright?” Lacey asked.

“Yeah,” Alex said with a tone that didn’t quite convince her. “I’m just… Those are nice socks.”

He finally mentioned them; it was about time, given how much he was staring at them. Since he was talking about them, he had an excuse to actively look at them while she was paying attention to him.

“Yeah, I just put them on a few minutes before you arrived,” Lacey said. “They’re my favorite pair.”

He pulled his eyes away and shook his head. “Oh, sorry for looking at them so much…”

She wondered what to say.

“Nah, it’s fine, you can look all you like. I think I just put on some… compelling legwear. No harm in looking, right?”

He let out a sigh of relief. “Ugh, I kind of wish I could take my eyes off them. There’s economics stuff I still have to memorize, like how to graph a…”

He stopped, looked at her thighs, and tried and failed to look up at her eyes. Lacey wondered what was going on with him; he was never visibly horny like this.

“Well, Alex, I’m the one reading the cards and not you, so it’s not that bad if you look at my thigh-highs. Just follow along and answer me when I ask you a question, okay?”

“Uh-huh, I will,” Alex said.

Lacey pulled out the next flash card, and started to wonder what was actually going on. Surely, surely that online ritual didn’t work. Maybe he was high on something… no, the most taboo drug Alex ever touched was caffeine.

“Hey, Alex, answer me honestly; before you arrived, was anything unusual going on?”

“Not really.”

“Alright. Thank you,” Lacey said.

He shivered as she thanked him, which itself was concerning. And was that a bulge in his jeans? Lacey felt her own boner coming on, but she had enough dignity to sigh quietly and adjust her legs to hide it. This was getting weird. Maybe she could still steer it back to casual learning.

She read out the next flash card, and he answered, and correctly this time. She went on to the next. Every time he got an answer right, she said “Good job!” which seemed to fill him with some kind of satisfaction. His sluggishness started to reverse, and he answered more quickly on average with each question, which Lacey took to mean that the coffee was kicking in.

“I still can’t look away…” Alex mumbled.

“Do you want to?” Lacey asked.

“Not really…”

“You can keep staring if you want.”

There was no way these thigh-highs were actually imbued with magic; that was ridiculous, right?

“How do you feel right now?” Lacey asked.

“Weird… But I really trust you, if you said it was alright then it’s alright.”

Maybe there was something to the ritual; the thought dug its way into her mind, and it started to itch. How obsessed was he, really? There were ways of checking, some less embarrassing than others.

“Alright, we can go over the flashcards later… for now though, you said you needed to work on graphing, right?”

“I think I said it…”

“So get out a pencil and some paper and I’ll see how well you know how to graph some things.” Lacey said.

Still looking at her thighs, Alex’s hands blindly fumbled with his backpack, eventually managing to find a pencil. He opened his notes to a blank page, but he only managed to find a blank one by looking at pages out of the corner of his eye to see if there was anything on them.

“Alright, now I want you to draw that monopsony graph we saw in class the other day. Not the monopoly one, but the monopsony one. Don’t forget to label everything!”

He did so, and not once did he look away from her thighs. Since he was drawing blind, the graph was terrible, atrocious, and altogether pathetically drawn.

“Okay, Alex, now I want you to stop looking at my thigh-highs and–“

He instantly obeyed and averted his eyes, and it somehow didn’t seem to pain him all that much.

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