Chapter 1 - the perfect boyfriend

“My boyfriend is perfect. He’s tall, handsome, strong. He has a great sense of humour. We like the same things…”

“And yet, you’re here, talking to me,” Heather sighed, waiting for Annie to get to the point. “So he can’t be that perfect.”

“Well, my friend from work told me about you. She said I should come and see you about him. That is, once she’d finished laughing when I told her.”

Heather rolled her eyes. “You’re really going to need to spell it out for me,” she coaxed. “I work spells. Mind reading is a little trickier.”

“Jared is incredible, he really is,” she emphasised, trying not to take anything away from how strongly she still felt for him. “I worked so hard in the gym to get a body good enough to get the attention of someone as hot as him. But, the thing is… he hardly cares about any of this,” Annie pointed at her admirably toned and sexy body. “All that really seems to turn him on is my…” She hesitated, hardly believing that this was an issue she was having to deal with. “He’s got a thing for my feet.”

Contrary to how everyone else had reacted, Heather didn’t flinch. If anything, she seemed relieved as she exhaled and replied. “So he has a foot fetish, and you want to get rid of it?”

Annie nodded. “That pretty much sums it up. I bet you’ve not come across anything as weird as this before?”

Heather chuckled. “Oh, you’d be surprised!” She sat up a little more, ready to negotiate. “A fetish is like a big ball of sexual energy inside a person. Take it away and you may decimate their entire sex drive. Far better is if we can deflect that sexual energy instead; shift it onto something more preferable for you. That’s definitely something I can help you with,” she stated, sliding over a piece of paper with a figure she had just noted down.

Annie looked at the price of Heather’s services. “And it’ll definitely work?” she asked, trying to consider whether this was a sound investment.
“It’ll work all right,” Heather nodded confidently. “You just need to think about what you want to change his kinks to: leather, dominance, submission… there are plenty of options.”

Annie pulled a face. Why couldn’t her boyfriend just be normal? Why did he have to have some crazy fetish that had to be put up with? “I guess I could cope better if he was into leatherwear,” she sighed, making that compromise. She stood up, shook Heather’s hand and made an appointment for the following day. She had homework to do, gathering up bits of Jared’s personal items to focus the spell directly on him. This time tomorrow, it would all be done with.