A taste of your own medicine

I don’t think he remembers me. I am sure he has done what he did to me to a lot of people. Let me explain, two years ago, I met this man, his name is John, or at least that is what he called himself back then. He used a spell on me, in a matter of minutes I was transformed into a really hot woman, and worst of all, a bimbo. He had sex with me, and I enjoyed it. The next day, he was nowhere to be seen. And I was now a sex-crazed bimbo. For a year or so, I slept with any guy I could find. But one day, I met Amy, a witch that broke part of the spell. My IQ came back, my memory came back, but I was still a hot blonde.








