After careful consideration, you decided to take advantage of Cristy's obsession with computers. You focused hard and managed to conjure a modified motion capture suit. It was different, because instead of her movements controlling a rendered 3D image on a screen, the controls would be sent to the suit, which would control her. There were also a couple other fun features for later use. You gift wrapped it, and put it on her nightstand.
You were going to go to bed after that, but then you decided there was no good reason not to target Candice as well. So you thought of a trick to play on her too. You decided to use her love of Role Playing games against her. You created a Guild Contract for her. By signing it, she would agree to all terms listed by the guild in question. Once signed, the enchanted contract's magic would force her to adhere to all rules and requirements. You placed the contract on her nightstand, then crossed to your side of the room and climbed into bed.
The next morning, you woke up as you heard the sound of water running; a common sign that Carol had hopped into the shower. One thing you and your 'sisters' shared, is you were all light sleepers. So you would all wake up at the same time. You lay in bed for a few minutes, imagining all the pranks you could pull today. Suddenly, you were pulled from your thoughts as Cristy barged into your room, already clad in the suit. That was fast.
"Chris, check it out. I got a mo-cap suit." she cried happily, dancing around
You opened up your laptop and keyed it into the suit.
"You don't seem to be dressed properly for all that dancing. Let me help you." you replied
Because the suit only covered her from the neck down, you had to make sure she didn't make any noises out of shock. So from under the sheets, you conjured a red ball gag and tossed it to her. She caught it out of reflex. But before she could decide what to make of the gag, you entered a command on your computer, and the suit sprang to life. Before Cristy could even think to react, her own hands had shoved the gag into her mouth and fastened the latch behind her head before returning to her sides. Next you sent her walking from your room into her's and followed her with the laptop. You sat her down at the vanity, where you directed her to tie her hair into a very tight bun, like gymnasts and professional dancers do. Next you moved her to the closet, and had her dig up her old ballet uniform. You had her put it on over top of the mo-cap suit. Since she hadn't worn it since high school, the leotard was a little tight, but that only served to enhance her figure. The shoes still fit fine. You had her start with a few poses to warm up, then you made sure there was enough open space in the room, and started her on a ballet dance subroutine… on a loop. Standing in the doorway, you looked back at her.
"April Fools." you said cheerily, before closing the door behind you.
You went down to the kitchen, and saw Cathy sitting at the table. You watched her open the gift wrapping and gaze upon the object inside. She took the key and unlocked the padlock, before tossing the key down the drain in the sink. You watched as she lifted up her hair and closed the collar snugly around her neck. With one final move, she closed the padlock with a click, and sealed her fate. You clicked your fingers, and the key in the drain vanished from existence. With that sound, Cathy took notice of your presence.
"Oh hey Chris. Look at this; I got a present from Justin!" said Cathy
"Actually, it's from me. I hope you didn't throw away the key like the note suggested, because that's really the only way that collar is coming off. April Fools." you said
"WHA-! urgh…" she tried to shout, but a little zap to her voice box from the collar's shock nodes promptly silenced her
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