A schoolgirl slut

"Uhm, I've always been into schoolgirls..." You say hesitantly as you're not sure what will become of you. Suddenly, a surge of pleasure runs through your average looking body. To kick off the changes, the magic took a few years off, bringing you from 22 years old to 18. Your short black hair began to grow longer until it reached down to the small of your back and then put itself into two braided pig-tails. You shrunk in height from 5'9" to 5'1", to the stature of a true schoolgirl. Your small B-cup breasts filled out just a bit more, and grew to modest C-cups. At least a handful, enough to grab any boy's attention.

You close your eyes for just a moment, and suddenly you are in a different bathroom. It has a lot of women's bathroom accessories such as makeup, tampons, pads, hair brushes, hair spray, hair ties, bobby pins, among other things. You take a look in the room through the door, and its bright pink walls. Instantly, you recognize this as your new bedroom. A big comfy looking bed with feathery blankets and mountains of pillows, a vanity filled with makeup, a closet brimming with lacy underwear, mini skirts, and blouses that were never meant to be buttoned all the way up.

Upon seeing your room, the mental changes set on quickly. Your memories of the transformation disappeared, and new ones of being a slutty high school senior flooded in. Along with the memories, your intelligence flies out the window. You quickly become ludicrously dumb. Your voice degenerates to valley girl talk with the kind of tone that sounds like you end every sentence with a question. A very Brittney spears-esque voice. You looked at your clock and realized that you should be getting ready for school. Quickly, you pull out an outfit and throw it on haphazardly. Matching set bra and thong, frilly and black, black thigh high socks, a green and black striped mini skirt, and a plain white blouse. Luckily your hair is done up in pig tails, so you move onto makeup. Cherry red lipstick, check. Smokey eye shadow, chock. Black mascara, check. All set. You don't need foundation on account of your flawless, porcelain skin. With this, you're all ready to go to school.