During class, you started feeling like something was wrong. You were... something before you were this, weren't you?
Maybe... a guy? Suddenly, that thought felt incredibly wrong.
Unbeknownst to you, the invisible force that had changed you planned on corrupting you. And corrupt you it was doing.
It forced a new thought into your head.
I'M A SLUT
You couldn’t remember it. It didn’t matter, you figured you should keep focusing on what you were before.
Maybe... a slut?
You were... a slut? A slut sounded right, even if you didn't act like one. Your body was perfect for a slut. That sounded right. You were sure glad you weren't that anymore. You just wish everyone wouldn't assume you were one, just because you had a slutty body.
The thought raced through your head again.
I'M A SLUT
As soon as you had thought it, it had disappeared. Whatever it was, though, sounded right... You just wish you could get back to who you were, even if it was a slut. In fact, being a slut sounded kinda fun. You had the perfect body for it, and everyone thought you were one anyway.
You didn't know it, but whenever that thought raced through your head, it changed you again and again. They'd be slow but effective mind control techniques making you abandon your shy personality and go full on slut.
You, of course, didn't know this as you were trying to take notes.
I'M A SLUT
It went through your head again. You wish you could remember it. You felt a heat growing beneath your legs... Being a slut definitely didn't seem so bad anymore...