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“Ah such a wonderful magic culture they have in the states,” Ms Atlas began, “I picked up this enchanted hat of obedience from a master enchanter there. Here, since you disrupted class, you’re going to try it on and show everyone how good American magical enchantments are.”

You reluctantly slip on the hat. Blonde hair instantly sprouts from under it. You try to take it off but it’s stuck on your head. It feels like it’s sucking your brains out. Your clothes become skimpy but you feel no need to cover up. You try to cover you mouth as you involuntarily moan in your new southern belle voice. Your back arches and your boobs strain your shirt.

You shake your head. It feels empty. You wanna remember all those smart things you knew but you feel simple and subservient.

Ms. Atlas smiles at you as you stare back expectingly.
“Daisy, why don’t you go do me a favor and go home with one of these young men that actually came to my class on time today.” Ms. Atlas tells you.

You shake your head trying to remember why you’d ever want to be an independent man again. “Whatever, you say, Ms. Atlas. There sure are some mighty fine stallions here. You sure I can have one all to myself?”

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“Ah such a wonderful magic culture they have in the states,” Ms Atlas began, “I picked up this enchanted hat of obedience from a master enchanter there. Here, since you disrupted class, you’re going to try it on and show everyone how good American magical enchantments are.”

You reluctantly slip on the hat. Blonde hair instantly sprouts from under it. You try to take it off but it’s stuck on your head. It feels like it’s sucking your brains out. Your clothes become skimpy but you feel no need to cover up. You try to cover you mouth as you involuntarily moan in your new southern belle voice. Your back arches and your boobs strain your shirt.

You shake your head. It feels empty. You wanna remember all those smart things you knew but you feel simple and subservient.

Ms. Atlas smiles at you as you stare back expectingly.
“Daisy, why don’t you go do me a favor and go home with one of these young men that actually came to my class on time today.” Ms. Atlas tells you.

You shake your head trying to remember why you’d ever want to be an independent man again. “Whatever, you say, Ms. Atlas. There sure are some mighty fine stallions here. You sure I can have one all to myself?”

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