Jamie greeted her boyfriend warmly with a smile and a hug. Jake was a head shorter than her, so she had to kind of bend down a bit, but his arms were just as comfortable as any other man's—no, more so! She withdrew and stared into his bright, blue eyes through his round glasses.
"I know it's only for three days, but I'm going to miss you, babe." she pouted. Jake grimaced awkwardly in response.
"Sorry Jamie, I haven't seen Dad for a while, so...a trip to his place is overdue," he mumbled. Jamie's dad lived a three hours drive away in a small town, which meant any visit usually ended up being an extended trip. "Try not to miss me too bad, I guess."
"I'll try, Jakie. I'll make sure to call you every night, and text you during the day! I won't have much else to do this weekend..." She trailed off. Her parents were out of town on a romantic holiday, leaving her alone in the house for the week. Which meant this weekend was going to be spent all by herself, which only made the situation more perfect for her plan.
Saying their goodbyes, Jamie and Jake left school and went home. Jamie only lived a short walk away, which left her a short time to collect her thoughts. Three days prior at the mall, she had encountered a strange and new shop. Within had laid a mysterious collection of books and occult paraphenalia, and an intimidating shopkeep with an incredibly gothic fashion sense. The lady had asked her if anything was troubling her, which just opened the floodgates on Jamie's anxiety over her relationship with Jake. She remembered the panicked tirade she had gone on, explaining that he could barely look her in the eye anymore, that he was avoiding her during the day and taking hours to respond to her messages. She was terrified he was going to leave her, which would break her heart.
And the shopkeep had promised her a solution - if she could keep it to herself. Promising and swearing to maintain her confidence, Jamie had agreed, and the shopkeep revealed she was a witch. A practitioner of dark and verboten arts, who was happy to sell Jamie a magic potion that would make her worries disappear. All she needed was to add one of Jamie's hairs - easily enough to pluck from his head during a particularly passionate kiss - and whoever drank it would become his ideal sexual partner. His perfect woman, his dream girl. Enraptured by the thought of becoming perfect for her darling beau, Jamie dug deep into her savings and paid, and now had the potion waiting for her at home, ready to drink.
Three days Jake was gone, and three days it would take for the transformation to complete. She worried about what her parents, or her friends, might think. How they might react to the New Jamie, gorgeous and perfect, suddenly transformed over a single long weekend. But she didn't care. She'd come up with something. She would bear any ridicule to keep her man.
Jamie arrived home with purpose. She thought of nought else but the potion, and as she reached her bedroom, she found it on her bedside table where she had left it. She stared at it, a little glass bottle filled with blue liquid—it had been clear until she'd added Jake's hair—that had the power to save her relationship and make her the perfect woman. She closed her eyes. "For Jake," she whispered, and uncorked the bottle, bringing it to her lips, and emptying it into her mouth.