The candles were placed, all relevant markings made for the circle, and the bowl placed in the center for the ingredients. Alex looked over the book for the hundredth time to check if he missed anything. The old tome he inherited from his grandfather after the death of his parents was leather bound and printed on vellum. It smelled like old paper, old libraries, well just plain old. But the magic in its pages had proved to be real. He only tried about half of them, and of those he only got a handful of them to work. But they did work, and that only fired Alex's desire to master them.

The bespectacled, auburn haired youth had discovered in several places, hand written notes from his grandfather explaining some of the spells as well warnings to never try some of them unless he was desperate or had truly mastered the art. The messages never addressed Alex directly, but rather to whomever now had inherited the book. He had never met him, he had died before Alex was born, and his father never spoke of him. But when the book was delivered by the attorney of Alex's late father he dove into it, seeing a path of sorts to getting to know the man.

The circle was complete and every detail from the book was perfect. The final note from his grandpa had warned that only the most powerful could complete the spell, but those who did could have their power multiplied a hundred fold. The spell would summon a familiar. A being to help guide and serve him on his journey to being a wielder of the mystic arts. The familiar had to choose you as well or the ritual was useless. And the being supposedly took the form of whatever creature would best serve its master. Alex was never even allowed to have pets when he was growing up. His mother apparently was uncomfortable with living with a creature denied its freedom.

The bowl was set, the ingredients prepared and the final stages were underway.

A tie to bind: Alex picked up the silk tie from his mother's favorite white robe. He had always loved the soft feeling of the material. When he was afraid or crying he would bury his face into her while she was wrapped in the soft garment and it never failed to make him feel safe and content. He inhaled deeply and held it over the wooden bowl burning the other ingredients of the offering. It would be destroyed in the offering for a spell with astronomically bad chances of succeeding and he would have lost a cherished tie to his mother, but he had to try. He opened his hand and the cord fell into the bowl.

Windows for a soul: Alex dropped in the Aquamarine gems from his father's favorite cufflinks. They disappeared under the growing ash developing in the burning bowl.

A name to command with: Since Alex never had pets he tended to refer to animals he interacted with the same moniker. So why not use that as a name for his familiar? He bent over the bowl and whispered into the smoke, "Sweety."

And a drop of the essence of the summoner: Alex took the knife and pressed the point into the tip of his left ring finger. Blood pooled around the tip of the blade and a drop fell into the flames.

"Ouch," he cried and clumsily dropped the blade to the floor of his bedroom. It clattered on the wood as Alex grabbed a kerchief and wrapped it around his bleeding finger. He sucked in through his teeth as watched the smoke rise from the wooden brazier. A lot of smoke. It filled his room and drifted out into the hall.

"Shit!" He exclaimed as the smoke alarm in the hall screamed in annoyance. Alex dashed out into the hall past his sister's room and onto the settee next to the banister to swat at the alarm. Alex wasn't exactly tall, he stood five foot seven and never reached any taller through high-school. His sister Lucy however was almost six foot by the time she was a Senior and was everything athletically he was not. Lucy played every sport through school, and was captain more often than not. School recruiters practically got into brawls to give her scholarships. Even though their parents were well off, Lucy wrote her own ticket. Alex threw himself into scholastic applications, and while he was smart, his teachers called him too much of a dreamer for serious academic pursuits. So as Lucy was about to graduate into a career in physical therapy, Alex was about to start college without even a major in mind to pursue. His parents shipped him off to his sister a couple of weeks before summer's end to her college, so she could babysit her underachieving brother. Then they had to go and get killed in a car accident.

As this morose thought chilled his blood, Alex finally managed to dislodge the alarm from the ceiling and sent it clattering to the floor. The plastic disc became abruptly silent as the impact flung the batteries across the hall. Alex hopped off the bench and plopped his butt onto the cushion, sinking his head into his hands and let out a long sad exhale.

The blood specks on the lenses of his glasses reminded him he was still bleeding. He stood up and walked to the bathroom to put a bandage on his finger and clean off his bloodied glasses. Alex then began his favorite activity, berating himself. What was he thinking? So he got a couple of the tricks to work. Did he really think that made him some sort of wizard or sorcerer? He made a mess of his room and sacrificed some important keepsakes from his parents, just to prove what? To give him what? The hope that he could do something most people can't? As he left the bathroom he began picking up the pieces of the smoke alarm. The smoke filled his room and permeated everything with a flowery sweet smell. He waved his hand about trying to clear the smoke, while he thought about how he should have opened the window to begin with. As he headed for the window he noticed something in the circle over the bowl.

Had it worked? It was bigger than he expected. Not huge but not as small as a cat or bird. As he cautiously approached the creature barely visible through the haze he whispered, "Sweety?" Then the creature present stood up.

"Master!" It said with a musical voice. She stared at him with aquamarine eyes that stood even with his chest. A pale, white haired and very naked, human girl.

"Wh…why…why are," Alex stammered, "why are you a girl?" He immediately covered his eyes so fast the smack was sure to leave red marks on his face in the shape of his glasses later. He began to pace back and forth in front of the girl in a panic. "Why are you a girl? You weren't supposed to be a girl, you were supposed to be an animal of some kind. Some kind of super magical pet. Not a girl. Not a person. A real, flesh and blood… talking…".

"I'm sorry Master," she said as she dropped to her knees, planting her palms on the floor and her face pointed down, "I did not mean to disappoint you. I am only here to serve you. Please, tell me how I can make you happier."

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As she supplanted herself he slowly dropped his hand to look at her again, and his panicked stammering slowed, "...beautiful… girl."

And she WAS beautiful, he thought. He looked her over as she straightened up kneeling before him. She had stark white hair that hung to her shoulders in some kind of bob cut. She was petite but still curvy. Tiny waist with defined hips and soft teardrop shaped breasts. Her skin was creamy, pale and hairless except the top of her head. Her face was doll-like and flawless with her large clear blue eyes and long thick lashes, button nose and soft lips. It stayed passive as she spoke showing no emotion but was no less beautiful. Everything he dreamed of when he dreamed of a girl. His every fantasy.

She also seemed to have no navel. Her stomach was flat and smooth and showed no trace of a belly button. But a being that was created not born wouldn't, would they?

He wasn't sure how long he stared, mesmerized by the beautiful creature, but it finally dawned on Alex that she wasn't getting any less naked kneeling there. He tried hastily, to penetrate the haze to reach his dresser. He ended up kicking the bowl and knocking over a couple of the candles until ramming his knee into the dresser he was searching for. He yanked open the drawer and pulled out the top t-shirt, rushing back to the naked girl in the dissipating haze. He pulled the shirt over her head and tried as gingerly as he could to help her arms through the holes without touching any other soft, yielding flesh. When he tugged the remaining material down it hung just below the curve of her buttocks and covered her bare flower in the front, but just barely. He thought it would cover more given their height difference, until he realized the humps on her chest and behind prevented it from falling any further. As he stepped back to examine the covering, It turned out Alex had grabbed his old Slayer shirt with the band name and a pentagram on the front. A little on the nose, he thought, but at least she was covered now.

She looked down at his old shirt, actually turning a little pirouette with her arms slightly out, and looked back up at him at its completion. "You have gifted me garments, Master? Thank you Master. I will cherish them forever." She performed a little curtsy, drawing up the edges of the shirt, threatening to expose what he just attempted to cover.

He pulled the tips out of her hands to smooth the shirt back down. "No no no," he said quickly, "don't pull it back up. This needs to stay on for now. And it's just a loan, till I can get you clothes of your own."

She grasped onto his hands before he could withdraw them again, gazing deep into his eyes, "I am ready to serve you in any way you desire, Master."

Lucy unlocked the door, stepped inside  and dropped her gym bag on the bench by the front door. She immediately noticed the smoke hanging in the air in the afternoon light. "Alex!" She called but got no response. The smoke filled the house and seemed to be drifting downstairs from Alex's room.

The tall, athletic redhead bounded up the stairs in three strides, calling again, "Alex?"

She turned into her brother's room to see her brother standing there holding hands with a girl who appeared to be wearing nothing but his t-shirt.

"What the hell is all this?" She asked, staring daggers at the boy. "Are you trying to burn down my house while playing out some little sex fantasy?" She emphasized 'little' by looking at the petite, nearly naked girl.

The girl looked back at Lucy quizzically, "who is this woman, Master?"

"Master?" Lucy asked Alex, a little loudly for Alex's taste.

Alex dropped her hands immediately and walked over to his sibling. He looked at the girl and stated, "Sweety, this is Lucy. Lucy is my sister."

"Sweety?" Lucy asked, a little quieter this time.

The girl did another little curtsy, flashing her privates to the both of them, "pleased to meet you, miss Lucy."

Lucy quickly closed her eyes and pinched the top of her nose, "oh, and she IS naked under YOUR shirt, isn't she." She stated as she shook her head. "Alexander, what is going on? Did you brainwash some girl into some kind sex doll? Is she drugged? Is she kidnapped? Where did she come from? And why is the house on fire?"

"No, no," said Alex panicking again, "nothing like that. She is a familiar."

"Yes, Alex, it does look like you've been getting quite familiar with her."

"No," he rebutted, "a familiar, a magical… like, assistant. Summoned to aid a magician. I created her," he quickly strode to his desk and picked up the book, "from a spell in grandfather's book he left me." He moved his fingers of one hand quickly using the formation in the book he first mastered. When he brought up his hand in front of his sister it flared with the arcane light he had produced the first few times.

Lucy staggered back, covering her eyes in the quick flare of brilliance, “shit, Alex. What was that, a flash bomb?”

“No,” he said calmly, “it wasn't a trick, I'm not lying to you. It was magic. Really, honest to God, magic. Lucy, I can do magic.” He said looking directly into his siblings eyes.

Lucy knew her brother. She could tell when he was lying. She always could. He never had a lot of friends besides her. He never got into trouble so there were never any opportunities for him, really to learn to lie well. As far as she could tell, he certainly believed what he said.

"Ok, you're telling me grandpa's magic book is real, and the spells work, and… you used it to conjure up a magical girlfriend?"

"Yes…no! No, I wasn't trying to conjure a girl. I thought the familiar was supposed to be like some kind of animal, like a pet." Alex dropped down on his bed holding his head and sighed. "This has gotten all out of hand."

Lucy looked Sweety over, "well kudos to you Alex, she's gorgeous. You did a hell of a job."

"I took the form of what would be most beneficial to my master's needs." Piped in Sweety. "I am entwined into his soul. I know all of my master's needs, wants and desires." The last word seemed a little breathier to Lucy, a little too dripping with innuendo in her opinion.

Lucy looked over at her brother and laughed out a little snort, "oh my god Alex, even the universe knew you needed to finally get a girl."

"Very funny Luce. Very funny." he sighed again standing up, "what am I going to do? I was not prepared for this."

"Well, I'm not taking care of her. If you're going to keep her, you'll have to clean up after her." Lucy tried to keep a stern face but was already giggling the last few words out.

"Sweety isn't a pet Lucy, she's a person. I'm not ready to take care of a person. I'm not even ready to take care of myself yet."

"You need not worry about me, Master."  Sweety said, taking his hand and putting it on her forehead as she knelt in front of Alex. "It is my purpose to take care of YOUR needs. I love you, Master. I will be for you whatever you desire." The girl then crawled over to the remnants of the summoning circle, giving Alex an uncomfortably good look at her plush bare behind and began to clean up the mess. She extinguished and put away the candles, picked up the bowl and quickly swept up the ash. She then began to make up Alex's bed.

"Cool," said Lucy, "she's a sex doll and a maid. Isn't that handy."

"She is NOT a sex doll." Said Alex through gritted teeth.