What do I care?

Megan was pleased to see Janet blush slightly, exposed naked before her. Then, slowly Megan's natural smug confidence returned.

"I don't know how you did that, but what do I care about being naked?" Janet asked. "I'm fucking perfect! So fine, get a load of a real woman, if you want to see me so bad!"

Megan hated to admit it, but it was true. What did Janet have to be ashamed of? Seeing her nude... she really was perfect! Her tits were huge but defied gravity, her skin was perfect, there wasn't a hint of extra fat over her smooth flesh... ohh, it wasn't fair! Why did that bitch have to be so much better than her!

This was when Megan thought of the next spell she'd cast...