Anger crossed your features as you see the cheerleader. You have always fancied her - all the curves in the right places and a grin to knock you flat.
Jealousy overrules all sense of morals; you lift the wand and aim it at the beauty.
Nothing happens at first, just perfect. The spell you cast is a simple one: each time she sees either you or anyone else she deems handsome she shall shrink. Slowly but surely she will become smaller and smaller (and the clothes wont go with her)
Chuckling you turn your attention to the 3 seniours. Well, your 16 - there 18... another wave and their eyes are drawn towards you. Another simple spell - a spell of lust.
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You walk past the cheerleader who now merely waits against her locker (the football player leaving earlier): presently she has lost only 2 inches (another inch when she spots you) but when she reaches class, with you with 3 slaves and her sitting beside her own love... god things are going to get interesting.