"Let's hope for the best, but also do the phone thing." you sigh and pull out your smartphone from your pocket.
"Okay honey, let me set up the ritual in the basement" she says, taking your phone. "Would you be a dear and carry my suitcase downstairs?"
She already left before you could agree, so you do.
A few minutes later you are both in the remodeled basement witch lair. Your mom has already printed out a magic circle. Modern witchcraft is pretty strange, the white plastic printer sticking out like a sore thumb from the dark metal cauldron and grey brick wall. Well the brick wall is also actually just structural wallpaper, but it does at least lend to the vibe of a witch lair.
"So put your hands here, because we will trap the spirit by making it think it's forming a pact with you."
You do as you are told and your Mom starts chanting. After several minutes of holding this pose and listening to your mom speak in an unfamiliar tongue a small hole appears in the space before you. The scenery inside of it appear to be a forest, but some of the colors are strange. Blue leaves, yellow grass.
That train of thought is interrupted when a small purple girl flies through the hole. She has tiny dragonfly wings, white hair and is actually naked. Her chest, for her tiny figure still relatively flat is presented out to the world. Tiny dark purplish nipples stiff on her mounds. A little lower, you see some white hair above a pair of puffy lips, glistening with a dew drop of wetness.
Your wondrous examination of the spirit is interrupted by the spirit announcing itself. "I am Lifa! I came at your call, so what shall you trade for my power?"
"3 months of you helping my son, for this crystal" your mom offers. The tiny naked girl looks at the fist sized clump of raw magic and looks delighted. Bend over slightly she hovers in the air, her pert butt directly pointing at you.
"That shall be enough!" she exclaims, but from her tone and the lack of haggling you know it's probably way more than the going rate.
"I assume it is you that I shall become bound to for 3 months?" she turns towards you and you are about to nod, still transfixed on her naked form. But before you accidentally do, your mother interrupts "The contract is made, but he is not your bond!"
There is just a tiny "What?" before the fairy is sucked into the phone that is still laying on the table. It looked like a cartoon with her legs stretching into a long noodle and swirling around before she vanished with a flash. When you both opened your eyes again the ink on the magic circle is red where it was black before, indicating it has been used up. Your phone looks the same, but the case has actually become purple instead of black.
"So that's it" your mother says. "Try turning it on"
You push the power button and your phone instantly turns on. You swipe your lock pattern and are greeted to an unfamiliar background. It is actually an image of the forest you saw through the portal. In front of that is the naked girl, hovering directly behind the screen.
"You tricked me" the girl accuses you.
"We did no such thing. You agreed to lend my son your power for 3 months. Never that he is directly to be bound to you. Instead you shall be bound to one of his personal items. This phone."
"Hnng, that is still a trick! Tricking one of the fair folk..." she grumbles. "Fine, but I'll pay you back for your trickery double fold!"
The tiny girl in the phone actually gives you a stink eye.
Your mom presses the button to put the phone into sleep mode. "Fairies are very tricky and this one now even has reason to. You really can only use her help if something goes terribly wrong. The good thing is that because she is trapped in an item, she can only use her powers through it. Just be careful like you always are." she kisses you on your forehead. She hasn't done that in a while, but it's still nice.
You are standing next to your sister in your backyard looking up. "Goodbye, be good!" your mother says as she waves at you both from her broom. Her suitcase strapped to the back onto an adjusted bicycle luggage rack. Now she's gone.
"So what are you gonna do first, now that mom's gone?" your sister asks as she turns towards you with a grin. She's already planning mischief. The question you are actually asking yourself is "What's gonna go wrong first?"