Phoebe is upset

Phoebe found herself able to move. She felt her body celebrate her mobility by reflexively rubbing herself against the soft bench to manage the tension that had been magically summoned into her. She caught herself and stood up to face the girls.

"It's rea--" Her voice cracked as her body tried to come to terms with her heat. She coughed to correct her voice back to its normal pitch and continued, "It's real?"

Megan smiled. "You bet."

Phoebe felt another wave of heat and buckled forwards slightly. Bent forwards, she grabbed her thigh with her hand and squeezed in effort to manage her inner tension. She looked up at her friends. "How-- how could you do this to me? I- I don't want to fuck anyone, I'm a virgin!"

She looked at her former friends for sympathy but they just watched her like an animal in the zoo. It took all her discipline to not succumb to the temptation to roll her hips or otherwise give away how aroused she was. "I believe you now. I'm sorry, I shouldn't ha--mmh!"

"Oh cut the shit, Phoebe."

Phoebe felt her mouth snap shut as Megan flicked her wrist. "Mm-mmh!" She could make sound through her nose, but nothing useful.

Megan continued, "I know you. You'll say whatever it takes to get out of this. And I don't want anything to get in the way of you learning your lesson. Plus, if you think this is about not believing us, it's not. Not entirely anyway."

Phoebe struggled to reconcile her body's urges with her emotional state but they were undeniable. She could feel her panties moisten under her dress, furthering her inner humiliation.

Lilith giggled, "She's going to find it hard to seduce anyone if she can't talk. NAHAHA"

All four of the girls looked quite taken aback at Lilith's cackle for a moment.

Etta waved her hand, bringing another strange sensation to Phoebe's face. She felt her expression changing.

"Let's put that smug-bored-resting-bitch-face expression back on her face to make it an extra fun challenge."

Phoebe touched her face with her hand in disbelief. She looked at her reflection in one of the nearby cabinets and sure enough, the expression they had frozen her in moments ago was back, involuntarily, on her face. She could move her face, but nomatter what she tried, she looked bored and, she had to admit, quite smug.

Megan looked visibly excited by the extra difficulty of having to seduce someone with a completely disinterested face, inability to talk and a curse that makes people less attracted to her.

Phoebe tried to plead with her eyes.

Megan sensed Phoebe's rage building and decided now would be a good time to send her away. "Good luck. And remember, we'll be watching!"

With another wave of Megan's hand, Phoebe found the world around her blur into a disorienting smudge. For just a moment there was no up or down or East or West. And then there was. She looked around to find herself standing in the middle of the library.

Phoebe felt distorted beyond repair; trapped in some kind of surrealist painting. Her lower half begged her for attention, yet her face looked completely disinterested. Even if she wanted someone to sleep with her, which she very much didn't, she had no idea how to communicate this (or anything) with them.

Fortunately, she had enough self control to manage her libido for now. She looked around, trying to formulate a way out of this predicament.