Sure, but that's not important now. Let's skip ahead a bit

Willow had enjoyed the past few weeks as a slut. SHe'd ended up eliminating STDs to be on the safe side and she and Buffy had moved into the Summers house which had turned into a lot of fun.

But they'd continued on in college, making liberal use of the spell to insure that no one questioned their activities.

Now Willow was checking out a Wicca meeting. It was something the old her would've done, but the new her didn't have any problem with.

She couldn't keep her eyes of the blond who kept her eyes downcast most of the meeting. And the girl kept looking up at Willow, clad in skin-tight latex.

"Hi, I'm Willow," WIllow introduced herself after the meeting. She was behind the girl, breathing down her neck.

"I- I- I'm T-Tara."

"So, what's a sexy slut like you doing covering yourself up like that?"

Tara blushed and took offense. "I'm not a slut."

"Trust me," Willow declared using the spell. "You're a slut."

"I am? I am."

Willow was surprised that Tara's body language and such didn't change.

"Are you okay? Tell me what's wrong"

Tara's hand kept trying to move to her crotch, but she'd flex her fingers and move it away. She suddenly gained the blank stare Buffy had had. "I don't know how sluts act. I know they're constantly aroused, but now how to behave. Also I'm a lesbian."