Sure, okay, she'll try it.

She appears on a large round bed with soft pillows inside a stone-cut cavern. The space is lit and heated by a warm hearth and has a small mahogany vanity with a mirror, a pair of dressers, and a large couch that looks like it could have come from the Victorian era. There are two rough stone archways out of the room. 

... This is concerning, but less so than being lost in the desert. 

Is she in someone's house? It feels warm and comfortable and safe, but she feels like places like this have owners. 

She goes and looks through both arches. 

One leads to a small library with an open pantry at one end, apparently stocked with bread and crackers and other simple ingredients. The other opens up to a small garden area with a deep roman bath filled with flowing water that's giving off mist. Nothing is planted yet, but the soil in the plot seems rich, and something tells her that more than plants can grow here. 

It all seems... pretty close to her tastes. 

She takes a cracker from the pantry, and tries it. 

It's bland, but perfectly edible. 

... Okay, so... Something has happened to her. Something that lets her move between locations really fast. She's pretty sure water coming alive and trying to fuck you is something that has never, ever happened on earth. 

Does she believe her new senses...?

... It's a big, big leap of faith, but she thinks she does. 

Eva goes and sits on the bed and thinks. 

Okay, so she can go to... wherever the desert is. And she can come here, to this... cavern apartment. 

She checks her cell phone again. Yeah, no service. Predictable. 

... If this place is hers, and it sure seems to be, then she has a free apartment. 

That... could change a lot. Rent is her largest expense by far. She could save. She could...

She has no idea if she can get back to Earth. Save her, mysterious sense of connection.

Out, it says, and then away.

She can probably get home. 

... Slowly, a smile starts to spread across her face. 

This is going to be complicated, but she still has some savings. If she invests in making this place livable, she might be able to spend most of her time in comfort here... reading or what have you, she doesn't strictly need the internet and internet cafes do exist... 

... It's not much of a plan, relying on her magic powers to have a safe apartment, but if her powers function on Earth...

It'd be incredibly foolish to let them become public knowledge, obviously...

She needs to try and inventory her resources, including trying to poke her magic more, and really think about this.

... Also she kind of needs to masturbate. 

Doing it in the weird cavern apartment is not appealing at all, despite the lavish roman baths and nice circular bed. She'll go back to earth. Or try to, anyway. It's good for her to confirm that she's got it right and she can go back.

She goes out, and the pink sands embrace her once again. 

The way to earth is that way.

It's like falling. Going there is the easiest thing in the world. 

She blips, and then she focuses, and she's abruptly in the middle of a suburban neighborhood. Still in just her socks and her dress.

Come on, massively present cell service, don't fail her now...

She is still in Canada. 

She turns on location services and checks google maps. 

She is now in Burlington, Ontario. That is a problem. Her apartment is in London. London, Ontario; not London, England, fortunately.  

But she has an exact address to go to and she knows the location —

It's a stupid risk but she has to take it. She turns off location services, blips back to her apartment, and hopes like hell she's not being recorded.

It is as she left it.

Okay, so if she focuses on the stone apartment, then...?

She pops back into it obligingly.

This is far too consistent to be a hallucination. 

She has magic.

Real, actual, honest-to-god magic. That isn't electricity. 

She presses her hands to her eyes for a long moment in her bed and lets out a heavy breath. 

Something good happened. 

Something good happened for the first time in a long time. 

She's thought she discovered magic once before, but honestly, she's past caring. She'd rather it be real. She'll let it be real. 

She needs a distraction. 

Eva goes back to her Earth apartment, plugs her phone in to charge, and takes a moment to deal with the left-over arousal from the pink desert. 

A few minutes later, she goes and has a real breakfast of good old-fashioned fruit loops. 

It's surreal, experiencing this. But it has to be happening. 

She needs to make some notes. This is too much to keep in her head the whole time. 

Eva grabs her phone and starts typing.

Magical powers: 

I seem to be able to go to at least two worlds other than earth. The pink desert and the rock cavern. 

The pink desert seems to be an everything-trying-to-fuck-you kind of world. 

The rock cavern seems to be... sort of a personal base. 

I don't know what everything does but there were obvious magical effects going on. 

Personal powers: 

- I can teleport fairly accurately though not perfectly accurately (range maybe matters?)

- It seems to be easier for me to teleport to places where the veil between worlds is thin

- I seem to have... gained magic sex instincts? Masturbation felt different, there felt like there was an extra lever there. Fertility control maybe...? It was also easier to frame things in a... D/S-y way, though that might just be the experience I just had coming to the fore

- I was able to put the water elemental into subspace and grab it even though it was a fluid. I don't know if that's the water elemental being weird or me being weird though. further testing required

Eva taps her fingers against her chin, the concept of "testing" suddenly on her mind. 

She shakes her head and takes a deep breath, pushing away the lurid image of her thrusting into a pliable and gooey water elemental. It sure seemed to want to fuck her, but that doesn't mean it passes the Harkness test. There are plenty of settings with animalistic horny creatures. 

- When I grabbed the water elemental I did something to it that seemed to stun it for a moment. Do I have some kind of... weak psychic attack? 

- I feel like the garden in the stone apartment must have some ability or something, it's a personal reality, those come with manufacturing capabilities right? I should try planting some seeds there

- I should look at what the books in the stone library say

- Bottled water elemental fluid seems like it'd sell for a fuckton. really risky though and ethically fraught if it's not an animal

back to powers

- I have instincts that seem to know what my powers are even if I don't; I should maybe try listening more to these and see what they have to say

- I feel a little more fit and a little less bleh, but that could just be improved mood

Action items:

- buy some seeds of something and plant them in the cavern garden

- explore fuckworld? it feels like I have some connection to it now

- get supplies together to explore fuckworld safely and ideally consensually; I can probably teleport away from any serious issue but dehydration would still suck and the local water is a bit too enthusiastic 

- lay in a good long stock of all my medications in the stone caverns, just in case

- transfer groceries to stone cavern?

- so long as I have my wallet and phone I should be able to keep paying for things on Earth, which is important because I still need prescriptions

- losing earth housing is probably still bad, regrettably; but I could theoretically find an alternate way to get groceries etc through pink desert fuckworld?

-- hopefully the food isn't alive too. I mean, more so than on earth.

- I should also just. Rest. It has been a hell of a day

Okay so then...

- Pink desert travel is a lot more risky than travel to the stone cavern (privacy wise &, like, practicality wise) 

- I need to stay in touch with earth enough to interact with its systems (booooooooooo) 

really feels like a pain in the ass that I get magic but still have to deal with my prescriptions and my gender issues and keeping housed on earth

Abandoning earth pros/cons:

Pros:

- I don't have to deal with rent ever again

- I don't have to deal with earth culture or bureaucracy ever again 

- I won't have to try and live a fucking double life 

- I won't have to manage earth rent or what have you

Cons:

- lack of internet 

- lack of prescriptions (!)

- lack of meat, likely

- I feel like I'd miss the place for some damn reason 

- only other worlds I know are a small cavern and the Desert Of Everything Trying To Fuck You

Yeah, it really feels like I can't not engage with earth, mainly because of the prescriptions issue. If there's modern psychiatric care out there in the sex desert somewhere that is going to matter. I don't feel like that's super likely but there's some hope. 

The sense that I'll miss earth for some damn reason is more troublesome. 

She pauses. She looks down at her fingers. There are distinct black stains at the tips of her fingers, and her hand is stained a light but distinct purple.

Ah, fuck. I'm purple. When did that happen???

She goes and looks in her mirror. 

She is purple... all over. Even her face is purple. 

Okay, this is going to suck.

I need to do things in person as little as possible. Existing while purple is going to be such a massive pain.

Mysterious magic powers, you had BETTER have a fix for this!!!

You know, that's almost my exact skin tone. I bet you could out together the rest of a draenei costume and pass for a cosplayer fairly easily.

Not really helping, Ishaza. 

Eva takes a deep breath and lets it out. 

Hello, magic powers...?

She has a vague sense that if she can just make it one year on earth, this will stop being a problem for her.

One year, huh...?

She could mostly live off supplies from the stone cave. Apartment inspections don't require her to be here. She does most of her prescription refills by telehealth anyway. Rent deductions are automatic from her account. 

She could legitimately only exist for prescription pickups and do those in cosplay. It'd still really mark her out as weird, but magical? Maybe not. 

She has six months on her current refills... And it's not as if she doesn't know of sketchier, more anonymous ways to get vital medications... 

She can probably genuinely make it a year if she's very strategic and careful and mostly lives like a hermit. Which, well, she is somewhat pre-adapted to. 

Any other hangups, magic sense? This feeling-like-she'll-miss-earth is not encouraging.

It feels a little bit like...

...there's a tug of war for her soul...