The N’Orleans University trimester came to an end in March, but Wanda never lost her fascination with Wiccan studies. She always was an odd and aloof character, thought Vera. Theirs was an mismated friendship. Vera stayed distant, yet friendly, despite being an ultra conservative, Black Witch fearing church goer.

They frequently argued about the differences between White, Wiccan, witches and the evil, devil worshiping Black ones. First, Wanda had to explain it wasn’t about skin tone. “Our followers practice witchcraft and nature worship and see it as a religion based on pre-Christian traditions of northern and western Europe. So-called spells are for good only.”

No matter how much proof Wanda offered, Vera’s mind was made up and no amount of logic could change it. “Our spells work with nature, not the devil. Wiccan Rede, an ethical code states ‘If it harm none, do what you will.’ Wiccans believe in meditation and participate in rituals throughout the year, celebrating the new and full moon, as well as the vernal equinox, summer solstice, and Halloween, which we call Samhain. We are allowed to have fun with it if no one’s harmed. Here’s a simple example I’ve been working on. See Brenda there with four boys? She’s always teasing guys with her short and flouncey skirts or dresses. Though a beauty, she’s also an exhibitioist and cock tease. Watch.”

Her brows scrunched, her eyes squeezed tight, Wanda pointed at Brenda that sunny day and whispered, “Mater natura, mittere a frigore et subita aura, ubi vide.” She repeated the spell, then once more. A sudden, cold breeze spiraled quickly up Brenda’s loose dress, sent flying the books she held, and sent her dress up to her chin. The boys could not ignore the beauty standing “shocked” with her sexy panties and bra exposed. They had the same wide-eyed expression as Vera. Brenda fought the breeze and whipping dress until it suddenly it stopped. Pretending embarrassment, she fluttered her dress and exposed her snug panties directly to the boys.

Vera stammered, “Did you do that? Amazing. Yet, she’s still flirting. Does nothing embarrass her?”

“Yes, I did with help from Mother Nature. Well, let’s see. What if I blow her panties down and make her think the dress blew away? Will that embarrass her?”

“You can make her believe things that aren’t true? Wouldn’t that be Black magic?” Vera stared at her a moment. “Are you a Black witch pretending to be Wiccan?”

“Don’t be silly, Vera. Ths is a harmless prank. Sending her into invisible traffic would be an evil trick. I don’t do that, though I probably could. Watch.” Wanda thought for a moment and composed a new spell. She waited until Brenda bent sharply to grab her books while letting her short dress climb up her ass and expose her brilliant, white panties again. She walked closer to Brenda and observed her thickened labia, then whispered, “Mater natura, mittere novum rigentibus et subita aura usque habitu et descendit in eam panties flare eos ad terram. Auxilium eius credere habitu fugit a.”

As she ended her third repetition, a cold breeze again sent Brenda’s dress up to her chin, spiraled down her back and into her panties. They billowed slightly and abruptly dropped to her ankles. The boys laughed as they heard her say, “Not again. What’s with this cold wind?” She stayed bent over and let the boys see her bare ass and the plumped flesh between her legs. “Oh, my dress! How did it come off?” She stepped out of her panties and chased after the illusionary dress as she waved her panties, and real dress as she ran. The boys took several snaps of her bottomless chase. Brenda was thrilled for the excuse to flaunt her trimmed pussy across the campus.

“See, Vera? No harm. She just needed a small excuse to expose herself and now she is part of campus history.”

“That seems a little mean. Don’t you dare do anything like that to me.”

“No, miss prude. You’d probably feint away if I did. That’s no fun.” March passed with Wanda thinking Vera had challenged her. One prank she pulled was making Vera put on wildly mismatched shoes, believing they were a perfect match. When others pointed it out, she laughed at them as if they were trying to prank her. That spell wore off at noon and Vera was excessively embarrassed and knew to blame Wanda. Despite her religious upbringing, Vera was not one to forgive easily. She argued with Wanda that her campus status was damaged, but Wanda finally convinced her that the mismatch would be quickly forgotten.

April Fools day was coming up and Wanda hoped to help Vera loosen up somehow. They met for dinner, prank forgotten. Yet Wanda had a new prank in mind for the next day. During dinner, she began whispering a new spell, then halted. She’d planned to have Vera go out topless on April 1^st, then thought Vera would never forgive her. She confessed her plan and Vera screamed at her. “You b ... witch!” She couldn’t bring herself to say bitch. “That can’t be Wiccan since that would cause me terrible harm. I’m to meet my family for brunch then we’re going to the museum. They are more prudish than I am and seeing my, mmm, bare boobs would hurt all of us. You suck for even thinking of that.” She stood and left half her food untouched.

“Hey, it was just a thought for an April Fool prank,” Wanda said to a receding back. “I told you I changed my mind,” she shouted back. Vera blushed as she waved a middle finger over her head. “I don’t know why I hang out with her. She doesn’t believe me and is painfully shy.” After a few minutes thought, she came up with a milder version of her prank. She still won’t like it. Well screw her. We’re done and I’ll still have some fun!

The next morning at April Fool brunch, Vera met her family in a conservative outfit — calf length, loose, burgundy skirt, and matching top with modest V neck. Her entire family of two brothers, two sisters, parents and an uncle, all gasped at random as they saw her outfit. “Umm, Vera,” her mom began, “did you dress in a hurry today?”