Felicia's face burned with embarrassment at her new revealing clothing and all the eyes on her, especially the
leering male eyes who weren't hiding their lewd stares at her cleavage and ass. She had to get Peter back for
this, he knew how shy she was! Plus, if she did the right thing, everyone would look back to him instead of her.
She chewed her bottom lip as she stared at the confetti behind him, thinking up her next rhyme. Finally, she
pointed at him.
"Every time you fart you'll laugh until cry, and no matter what it is you wear your hard dick's out your fly!"
No spark shot from her finger this time, but she felt a tingling flow through her arm. That must mean it worked,
she thought to herself. She imagined it, Peter walking around with his penis jutting out of his pants and
laughing as confetti shot out of his ass. See how he likes everyone looking at him like he's a piece of meat,
she thought bitterly. Maybe he could get some intimacy with himself in the hallways.
Her spell cast, Felicia waited to see its effects while also trying to pull down her skirt to a more modest
length. It couldn't get any worse than this, could it?