There is no spell.
There is nothing forcing me to act like a shameless slut.
I was never a man. I’ve always been this.
There is nothing controlling my complusions. Nothing forced me to lure this stranger into a random alley. Nobody forced me to present my dripping cunt to him.
Nothing is manipluating my body. Nothing is behind the the fact that once he cums inside my tight pink snatch, I’ll orgasm so hard I pass out.
Nobody is making me dumber and hornier each time I wake up after being fucked.
Nothing is forcing me go out and do it all over again until I’m nothing but a used-up fuckdoll with no brains left.
…..
There is no spell.
There is nothing forcing me to act like a shamless slut….