It’s hard to notice anything changing from one moment to the next. Sure, after an hour, the highlights in your hair are a little pinker and the circuitry in your mind is in a little deeper. You feel a little better and a lot cuter. But if you’re Tina, it’s hard to notice. If anyone was paying attention to her, they might notice the extra spring in her step, the way she lets her fingers trail along someone’s arm when she’s talking to them, the extra smiles. Nobody’s ever heard her hum before.
“Jeez, Tina.” Millie teases. “When did you stop being such a gross nerd? You’re almost fun to hang out with now.”
Tina rolled her eyes. “Whatever, Millie.” She thought. The swirling, crackling storm at the back of her head had other ideas.
Better ideas, like “She’s cute, you should kiss her” and “She’s super cute, you should hypnotize and then kiss her”.
Tina laughed. Her eyes flash a hungry pink when she looks at the popular girl. “I know you love me.”
“Was that a joke?” Millie sounded impressed. “Was that a joke from Tina ‘My Favorite Movie Is Books’ Neapolitan?” She rewards the shorter girl with a pat on the back and a laugh as she walked off. “Keep it up and you won’t be eating lunch in the library any more.”
Tina huffed. She liked eating lunch in the library! But she also liked the idea of having Millie on her side. Or underneath her. Or looking up at her with needy eyes and begging to have her mind wrapped around her finger. Or brainwashed into a cute little maid for a few hours every day.
Mmph, that one struck a chord with her. Really struck. It was getting hard to think about anything else. Tina looked around.
Her tent. She set down the load of firewood she’d collected outside, zips up the flap behind her, and sits down on her sleeping bag. She pulls her skirt down and closes her eyes. All the better to focus on that image of Millie.
Big, tall Millie, a head taller than Tina before she put her heels on. Her eyes all pink and blue and swirly. Giggling while she brushes around the room she’s insulted so many times.
Bending over just enough to reveal her panties. Saying silly maid things like “Oh, this won’t do at all~! Let me polish all your shoes after I do the laundry, Princess Grace!”
Grace? That wasn’t her name. She didn’t even know anyone named Grace. But then why did it feel so familiar? Why did it feel so right?
Tina reaches between her legs and wraps her hand around her big, meaty cock. Mmmph, was that always there? It’d look so good inside Millie’s throat. Just a whiff of her musk would drive the cheerleader wild. She’d be begging to do anything just to taste it. Silly little maid Millie, doing all the cooking, making whatever treats Tina wants just to taste a drop of Princess Grace’s cum~
Mmm, there’s that name again. That name that slowly replaced her old one. The name that felt so right rolling around in her head. The same bolt of pink lightning that zapped her new cock into reality streaked down her hair. She used to have shiny black hair, now it’s more of a dirty blonde with pink highlights and one screaming pink streak.
Long story short, Gracetina made a real mess in the tent thinking about everything she was going to do to Millie, and she knew just who was going to clean it up. <3