Think the Part

In horror, Ramona realizes that her thoughts will soon not be her own. To what extent this curse will effect her isn't immediately clear, but as she makes eye contact with her principal, a shiver passes down her spine.

Suddenly she is awash with heat as she thinks to herself, "He's kinda cute for an older guy." Biting her lip, Ramona rolls her window down and looks up at him while he approaches. She looks down at the last second and adjusts her top to make sure her breasts are in prime viewing condition.

Looking up at him with her hands on her knees Ramona asks, "Is there a problem Mr. Thompson?" While she doesn't consciously do it, she is getting very turned on from teasing her sexy principal. Her legs, which are spread wide enough that from the right angle someone might be able to see her lack of panties, start to bounce a bit, which causes her heavy tits to jiggle.

Pete Thompson clears his throat and forces his eyes to stay glued to Ramona's soft brown ones, "I was going to ask you the same thing Miss Baker. What was going on in there? Do you have any idea the kind of trouble you could be in?"

The athletic, busty, young cheerleader was suddenly worried, "What...what do you mean? I was just dancing to the music like we learned. Isn't that what guys want to see?" Her innocent brown eyes got wide with a bit of tear beginning to leak out as Ramona was suddenly worried she had messed up her chances at graduating with honors.

Mr. Thompson had always had a weak will whenever women or girls started crying, "No, I mean yes...that's what men like to see, but most of your male classmates aren't quite ready for dancing like that." He sighed and finally let his eyes wander over his eighteen year old student's body. Her nipples were nearly visible beneath a slutty looking top, and it seemed like she was trying to flirt her way out of this situation...which she was.

"Look, just go home and rest this weekend and I'll make sure this doesn't cause you any problems." Ramona looked down and smiled, seeing that her outfit had changed. While she was a bit concerned that the app was controlling her, she was just happy that she looked hot for her teacher. "OK Mr. Thompson...I will."

He tapped the roof of her car, took one last lingering glance over her exposed skin, catching a brief flash of her sweet little pussy before coughing and waving her on while he walked bow-legged back to the school.

As soon as he wasn't looking directly at her, Ramona's thoughts shifted back to normal and she covered her mouth and turned a deep, deep shade of red. "What the hell did I just do to myself!?"

Not wanting to start into anything else, in case someone else happened by, the brunette shut her radio off beofre starting her car and pulling out of the driveway in a hurry.

As she drove, she heard her phone pinging next to her...but she was powerless to do anything about it while she was on the freeway.