She spiked the potion before hand.

IT wasn't apparent at the time but the Magistress was well ahead of you. The glamour potion was in full effect but little did you know was how your face had adopted softer features drawing onlookers toward the soft glittering of your eyes the kind to lose ones thoughts in ehile looking down at the beauty upon her knees.

Your lips subtly fuller and a deeper shade pressed to a cup of wine, many a man imagining them wrapped tighlty around the warm stock that shifts at the sight. Your once dull hair now soft with an unnatural shine still a short crop yet it curled into a strange pixied style curls hung over your right brow.

The way your hips pressed once loosely tied trousers. The cotton now clinging to curves theyd never known following those lithe stalks you know as legs. Each step flowed into the next with an unintended sway drawing more eyes to that ripened peach begging to be squeezed.

All of this and you were none the wiser. Such potions worked so subtlety whwn brewed by a master. Yet you unknowingly were yet to fall victim to the worst of these altered effects.