Spell 7: Hair

Ted looked in the mirror, and gave up. Instead of short boyish hair, it was now long, beautiful and blonde.

"I guess I really am Tiffany now," she said with a heavy sigh. She washed her hands and made her way back into her room. She laid on her bed, and got ready to do something she was dreading.

She couldn't deny it anymore, she was extremely horny. She needed release, and had no idea how. So she laid on her back and slid a hand under her boxers.

She gasped when she found her pussy and began to thrust in and out of herself. She closed her eyes and thought about some of sexiest women in school or maybe some celebrities.

But her mind wandered to a certain woman, Raven. Although Tiffany didn't like her right now, she couldn't deny that she was hot. Thinking about Raven was really getting her going and she had to try really hard to bite back a moan.

The idea of Raven forcing her to her knees, submitting to her, getting eaten out by her, it all flowed into her head. And the idea of kneeling next to Raven, looking up at George, at his dick.

Tiffany tried to stop herself, but it was too late. Once George slipped into her mind, she couldn't think of anything else. Submitting to him, kissing him, being taken from behind, sucking him off. All these thoughts flooded her mind, and she couldn't stop them. Being so lost in pleasure like she was, she didn't want to stop them.

"Oh George," she moaned out, her other hand pinching her nipple. She imagined him pushing her against the wall, ripping down her pants and underwear, rubbing his dick against her then thrusting into her.

"GEOOOORGEEEEE!"

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In her own room, Raven smirked. The biggest wall has broken, and the true reshaping can begin.

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Tiffany