"What... what did you do to me?" Loid asks, more amazement in her voice than fear or accusation. "Yes, this is the kind of woman I like... but I hadn't expected to be turned into one..." She look at the headmistress, blushing, and her eyes betray a hint of excitement and, perhaps, discovery.
Ann blushes, "Uh...well..." She stutters. "Um...why. I mean... It's not like I'm going to 'do' anything in this body" Her face is red from just saying that.
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Lara absent-mindedly strokes her tummy. "Well... I suppose you're planning to have me stay like this?" She tries to walk a few steps, but finds it all but impossible to manouvre with the added weight and the change in her center of gravity.
Ann is looking down at her feet. "Sure...I guess. I'll....I'll take it, I guess..." She says to Tiff.
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Roddy becomes Rachelle, a short maid! From time to time, she has a compulsion to behave humbled, and to add modest sentences to her speech. She has been placed under a curse so that each time she is scornful or rude, she gets a small punishment (like BE or compulsion to curtsey)
Ann shakes her head. She'll never get used to that. She sits in a desk and looks ahead blankly, still blushing.
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