As soon as Gloria reached the top of the stairs, she couldn’t help but feel that she’d made a mistake. The rest of her adventuring party was only a yell away, she knew, but for some reason she had a crushing sense of isolation washing over her. Like she was completely alone in this place.

Well, no wonder the manor had a reputation for being haunted, then. Everything about it screamed doom and gloom. The dark wallpaper, the creaky floorboards, the cobwebs hanging from every corner… This oppressive atmosphere was just the icing on the cake.

The thief shook her head. She couldn’t let herself get distracted. Cora had managed to get herself separated from the group, and she needed to figure out where the warrior had ended up before she got into trouble. Then they could handle this quest together, and figure out how to deal with this place. The barriers that had appeared to block their escape certainly made it look like the haunting might be real, after all…

A-and that was fine! It wasn’t like Gloria was scared of ghosts or anything, no way! This was just another step on the path to being a legend! … Just as soon as she found the rest of her party, anyway.

Now where could Cora have gone? She’d disappeared through the wall around here on the floor below, so… Following the hall a little to look for another way down seemed like the best way to find her.

But… Mmm. The hall didn’t go far. And unfortunately it didn’t end in an obvious set of stairs. Just a few wooden doors that looked like they hadn’t been opened in decades. Not promising. Surely there was a way through, though. Old mansions like this were riddled with passageways, secret and normal. They were how servants moved about unseen, or how the lord did their secret bidding. It was how these kinds of buildings worked – and where she, as a thief, came in handy. No one found hidden doors better than her.

Except Cora, apparently, but that didn’t count.

Biting her lip, the Adventurer looked around, and failed to see a better option. She couldn’t just dart back to the others already – what kind of legend in the making did that? But, you know, once she’d checked out these rooms and found nothing, maybe she could link back up with the main group and come up with another plan.

So, sneaking down the corridor, and trying not to jump at every creaky floorboard, the thief hurried on. The first door she found opened to reveal an old lounge, long lost to dust and decay. She poked her head in, scanning the walls for signs of sliding panels or secret compartments, but didn’t spot anything. Next up, just a little way down the hall, was what turned out to be a dining room, with a bare table serving little more than spider husks on the menu. No sign of any secret passages here, either.

Great! W-well, wait, no, not great, but, you know, fine. Gloria had clearly tried her hardest to find Cora, bravely, on her lonesome, and now it was only sensible to head back. There was only one door left, barely worth checking, and she’d just take a peak to make sure it was just like all the others before-

“Late!”

Huh?!

The thief blinked, stunned by the sudden appearance of a woman right in front of her. Standing there, bold as you please, was a woman with black hair tied up in a firm bun, dark rimmed spectacles shielding a pair of judgemental brown eyes. dressed in old fashioned clothes – a ruffled white blouse and a long, flowing skirt. In one hand she held a wooden ruler, tapping it against her other palm. But the most important thing, the part that drew Gloria’s horrified attention first and foremost, was the fact that she was also mildly transparent.

“Gho-?!” The thief tried to react to the presence of an obvious spirit, sucking breath in to scream, but before she could quite do it the pale figure shot forwards, pinching the brunette’s lips closed.

“And talking in class already as well! I can see I’m going to have my work cut out for me!” The woman snapped, glaring. “Well then – let’s get right to it.”

Then, before Gloria could fight her way free, the spirit bent down and pressed her lips against hers. A shock of cold ran through her – and then the woman’s form burst into mist, and flowed in through her mouth and nose, rushing in through her unblocked senses.

It felt like she was taking a drink from a frozen fountain. The thief coughed and spluttered, clutching at her chest as a wave of chills rushed down her spine. “Wha- Guh! What was-?!”

She tried to raise her voice, tried to yell in alarm – but instead she found her throat relaxing instead, her shouts turning into empty whispers. The chill focused in her chest for a moment, before spreading out through her body – and to her horror, she found her limbs starting to move on their own.

“Hmm, hmm…” Her tongue clicked, her arms reaching down, hands stroking around her sides and squeezing her ass. “Not bad, but room for improvement,” her tongue muttered, to her own total mortification. “Especially up here,” she added as she pulled at the collar of her leather top, frowning down at her chest.

‘Stop that!’ she tried to tell herself, even though her lips refused to move. ‘What’s happening to me?’

‘My, you are frightfully slow on the uptake, aren’t you dear?’ The woman’s voice rang in her head, even though her ears told her no one was speaking. Her body continued to pat her down – and, to her increasing alarm, throwing aside her weapons, tossing her knife belt and her item pouch to the floor. ‘You must be desperate for a proper education. Thankfully, you’ve found yourself just the place!’

‘What?’ Gloria tried to wrench control of her body back, but a rush of cold warded her back. ‘Who are you?!’

“Heh.” She felt a smug smile tug at her lips. “You will address me as Lady Tremaine. I am the manor’s tutor, and it is my job to turn ruffians like you into proper, productive members of society. Welcome to class, Gloria Vexx.”

Ice ran down the thief’s spine, and this time it wasn’t because she was being possessed. ‘Where’d you learn that name?’

“Oh, everything I need to know is in here,” ‘Lady Tremaine’ chuckled, tapping a finger against her head – which was to say, tapping Gloria’s finger against Gloria’s head – as she stepped the thief’s body out of the hallway and slid the door shut behind her. “Your mental defences are nothing special, I’m afraid. Hardly fitting for a ‘Legendary Adventurer’ aspirant – but no matter, I can find you a far more fitting position in life.”

‘Hey! Screw you, I’m absolutely a Legend in the making!’ The thief snarled, even trapped inside her own head, and in a surge of emotion she struggled hard enough that her fist actually clenched for a moment, before the ghost’s icy control solidified around it once more.

“Now now,” she heard her own voice patronize her. “Calm down, dear. Throwing a tantrum isn’t going to get you anywhere. If you can be a good student, it’ll be over before you know it, and you can be as Legendary as you like. But for now, you’re in my classroom, and you will comport yourself accordingly.”

Gloria’s eyes looked around, and she was forced to take in her surroundings. And, indeed, she found herself standing in a classroom, with a good dozen or so desks arranged around the floor, all of them facing towards a blackboard on the back wall. There were still plenty of cobwebs and piles of dust around – the place looked no less abandoned than the rest of the manor – but it wasn’t so decayed as to be unrecognisable.

Then she stumbled, blinking as surprise as she suddenly found herself back in control of her body. Was she free? She could still sense the presence of that spectral schoolmarm in the back of her head, but maybe the ghost’s powers had finally run out?

Time to get out of here!

She spun on her heel, reaching for the door handle – only to freeze in place, almost literally, as the ghost seized control again.

“The bell hasn’t rung yet, Gloria, and class is in session.” Her lips chided her. “Be a good girl and take your seat. If you behave, you will be rewarded. If you do not, you will be punished.”

The thief found herself stepping back, turning away from the door… And then she was back in control once more. In front of her, a desk slid into the middle of the classroom, a chair pulling out behind it, waiting for her.

She glanced around frowning, wondering if she could try to yell for help, and felt the slightest tickle of ice around her vocal chords. Wincing, the Adventurer realised she didn’t really have any choice. Grudgingly, she stepped forward and took a seat at the offered desk.

Now how was she going to get out of here…?

‘First lesson!’ The spirit chuckled, its voice echoing through the thief’s head. ‘Movement. Your level of grace isn’t bad, but you use it all wrong, dear. You’re not supposed to avoid people’s gaze – you should be drawing them to you!’

“Huh?” That was the opposite of what a thief wanted! Gloria had put years of training into ducking people’s attention – her stealth was one of her proudest skills. What on earth did this woman expect from her?

‘I’ll show you~’ Before the thief’s eyes, white chalk began to float up in front of the blackboard, hovering seemingly freely in the air, before sketching itself along the board with a series of scratchy clacks. Under its tip, a shape began to form – one of a long oval, and then, just below it, a rounded circle with a straight edge. Together they made a familiar image – a footprint.

And soon, it was joined by another, and another, forming a chain around the edge of the blackboard, a long line of carefully placed tracks. It was like the ghost had drawn out the steps for a dance, but that wasn’t quite right. There was no real complexity to the footsteps – just even, if a little wide, spacing, and a slight crossover of the feet. To walk like that, one would have to plant their left foot on their right side, and then swing their right leg around to plant it on the left side…

… A strut? Was that it?

‘Now you try.’

Gloria blinked as she felt a ghostly force shove her back to her feet. “Huh? Wait, try what?”

The chalk smacked against the blackboard. “You’ve been given instructions, dear! Follow them, or face your punishment. This is your only warning~”

Uh. She wasn’t sure she wanted to know what punishments a ghostly schoolmarm could inflict while possessing her, but her imagination was providing her with plenty of reasons to not find out.

‘Oh, that’s a fun idea…~’

Reasons that her traitorous brain was supplying straight to the other-worldly woman herself! Nope, nope, she didn’t want to make this any worse. Best to just get on with things and get it over with.

So, Gloria stepped forward, licking her lips nervously. Okay, she just needed to-

Smack!

“Eep!” She yelped as a phantom palm smacked her rear. “What the hell?!”

‘Language!’ The ghost scolded her, as if she hadn’t just groped her ass. ‘Do it properly.’

Rgh. Right. Of course that was what she wanted. The Thief rolled her eyes. “I was getting to it,” she muttered, as she carefully extended a foot in an imitation of the track on the board and then swung her other leg around. Her hips swivelled automatically, swaying from left to right with a full shimmy.

‘You call that a strut? Shake those hips!’

Gloria resisted the urge to grind her teeth, instead just trying to comply and get this over with. Her hips swung from right to left, further this time, their sway graceful and slow, carrying an inevitable weight from side to side.

‘Better. Keep going.’

Right. Not so difficult. Carefully, then with growing confidence, the Thief walked forwards, enduring the ghost’s gentle touches as her posture and gait were steadily corrected.

Strut… Swing… Sway…

Soon enough the walk felt completely natural. Even when the brief lesson ended, she found herself struggling to stop swinging her hips – though, honestly, she didn’t try too hard. No need to annoy this spirit any more than she had to.

‘Good girl. You can be taught after all!’ The ghost chuckled, and Gloria felt a small swell of pride underneath the flood of annoyance in her heart. She couldn’t help it, she’d always liked getting praised.

‘Now for an advanced technique.’ She felt her body seize up again as her passenger seized control. Her hands reached down to her belt and pulled out a knife – but before her heart could start hammering in panic, she quickly dropped it on the floor. ‘An inelegant tool, but it should do. Pick it up.’

… The hell was this lady doing throwing her stuff on the floor and then demanding she clean up the mess? That was just rude. But she could feel the spirit’s annoyance at her growing already, so she quickly knelt down to-

‘Incorrect!’ Another slap to her behind and another yelp of surprise. ‘Stand up straight. No kneeling.’

Seriously? Gloria felt her eyelid twitch. Restraining a grumble, she straightened up and bent over, straining the back of her legs so that she could reach all the way down to the ground. Not a particularly pleasant burn, but she’d always been flexible, and soon her fingertips were closing around the handle of her blade…

Only for them to spread open again, and her back to straighten up once more.

‘Better, but not quite. Bend lower, dear. And your skirt is never going to ride up all the way if you keep bending your knees like that.’

Wait a second. Pieces began to slide into place.

“I’m not doing that!” The thief yelled, too appalled to think twice about it. Sure, she pilfered the occasional pocket, but just because her morals were a little loose didn’t mean her panties were too!

Her defiance wasn’t long lived, though. The cold seizing of her muscles let her know that she’d just made a mistake.

‘Dear oh dear. You were doing so well. But I suppose it had to happen eventually. It doesn’t do to spare the rod on a girl like you, it just makes you think you’re smarter than you are…’

Gloria tried to snarl at her, but all she managed was a quiet sigh as her body walked up towards the top of the class, stepping around the teacher’s desk and opening a cabinet door on its front. And she was completely unable to stop herself from reaching inside, pulling something out to put up on top of the desk.

It was an orb – a round, clear crystal, filled with pink, swirling light. It was weird, she could see it so clearly, but despite knowing there was a clear shape in there, she couldn’t make it out. Her focus kept slipping, shifting away as the cloudy image spun around and around…

“What… is… this…?” She managed to ask – too enraptured with the light to notice that she had control of her body again. A strange feeling was stealing through her. A tingly, relaxing feeling…

‘That? That’s the Discipline Orb. A little device that the Mistress of the Manor brought back for me years ago to help train rude delinquents like you. It’s a rather dangerous thing to rely on, but when needs must, they must – and your needs clearly must.’

The Thief licked her lips nervously, trying to untangle what the ghost was saying – but every time she tried, her attention would hook on another part of the cloudy pink spiral, and she’d lose track of her train of thought.

“I feel… weird…”

‘That’s just the Orb sanding off all those sharp edges in your head.’ Lady Tremaine’s voice echoed in her mind condescendingly. ‘Draining out the defiance, whittling your wits, adjusting your attitude, and curbing your cleverness. You’ll be much easier to deal with once it’s done.’

“Wh-What?” The brunette’s eyes widened, even as they remained rooted on the orb. “You can’t… You… You can’t… Um… You… What did you just say…?”

The memory of her anger and of the teacher’s words had just vanished from her head, sucked down into the churning pink mist and disappearing forever, leaving nothing but tingles in its wake.

The spirit chuckled. ‘Suffice to say, the longer you stare into it, girl, the dumber you’ll get.’

“Wha…?” Gloria’s eyes were crossed now, so intently focused on the orb in front of them, practically swirling themselves with reflected pink light.

‘Don’t worry, my mind is strong enough to resist it. Yours, however... Mmm, I'm afraid not. So I’ll just give you a little time to cook.’

The ghost fell silent, leaving Gloria alone with the orb. And she was in control. She could look away whenever she liked. But the idea just never occurred to her. Why would she want to look away when she was so close to… to… to…

… Uh… What… What was she thinking about again? She just…

Ah…

… Um…

… Pretty…

The Thief stood in place, staring, her body relaxed, her head empty. It was a pleasant experience, all of the stress, worry, and fear that had taken hold of her since she’d entered this manor just sloughing away, smoothed out of her brain by the gentle, delightful spin of the spiral. Facts just started falling out of her mind, sucked away by the whirlpool in front of her, leaving her thoughts so soft and few in number…

It wasn’t until the pink light faded, her body moving itself to shut it away in the closet again, that awareness returned to her glazed eyes.

Her lips smacked slowly, her mouth feeling dry. What… What had she just been doing…?

The chalk tapped against the board again. ‘One more time, Dear. Pick it up off the floor.’

“Oh!” The brunette’s eyes lit up. “Right! Duh! I totally remember now.”

And with a giggle, she bent down at the waist, shamelessly shimmying her hips as she gingerly plucked her dagger up off the floor.

‘There’s a good girl,’ the ghostly voice said, an invisible hand gently petting the brunette’s head. ‘Isn’t it so much easier when you stop being so defiant and just listen to your betters?’

Gloria cooed in delight at the touch, before shaking her head. Wait, this was bad, wasn’t it…? Her memory was all sticky and pink, but she was pretty sure she wasn’t supposed to…

‘Lesson two!’ The chalk clacked again, startling the Thief out of her thoughts. ‘Appearances. Time to spruce up those looks of yours, girl. Honestly, it’s like you’ve never even heard of makeup…’

Suddenly Gloria found herself marching to the side of the room, seating herself at a new desk in front of a mirror. Looking down, she saw a good dozen or so makeup containers, complete with brushes and dusters.

“Oh cool!” She gasped, slowly recognising where she was. “A beauty station~”

‘Exactly dear. Now.’ A picture appeared, floating in the air in front of her, before sticking itself to the top of the mirror. ‘See if you can copy this look – it’s modelled by one of my favourite girls~’

The picture was of a woman smiling at the artist, wearing a tasteful among of makeup, a touch of pink blush and ruby red lips. She looked quite good – and despite how foggy her head felt, Gloria didn’t see much challenge in copying her look. Dipping into the selection of beauty products, she quickly began to apply the same shade of red to her lips, dusting her cheeks with a light coating of pink…

‘No.’

Only to find herself stopping dead, and then cleaning the makeup off with a wipe as the ghost seized control of her again. “Huh? But, like… I was doing that right!”

‘I know, I know, but that look just doesn’t suit you. Let’s try this one instead.’ The picture vanished, replaced by one of another girl – this one much more heavily made up. There was eyeshadow, eyeliner, and much thicker lips on display.

Gloria’s brow wrinkled, still unsure of why the last look hadn’t worked, but unable to marshal her thoughts enough to complain or object. Instead, she slowly reached back down, and began trying to copy the look. Careful with the eyeliner – Lady Tremaine’s hands occasionally correcting and guiding her strokes – and gentle with the shadow. More rouge, duh. And when she got to the lips, she carefully selected the colour, and began to run the stick along her mouth…

… Huh. That was funny. She could feel her lips tingling as she spread the dark red over them, and in the mirror she could swear she could see them thickening right in front of-

‘Still wrong!’

Again, the ghost interrupted her thoughts, dropping the lipstick and cleaning her face once more. Though, oddly, her reflection’s lips still looked pretty thick…

“H-Hey!”

‘Sorry, dear, but we need to get this right. You’re not going to attract nearly as many customers as you should if you don’t look your best.’

The Thief pouted – her lips glistening in the mirror – but didn’t argue. Well, when she put it like that, then… Hey, wait a sec, what customers? What’d she mean?

‘Here.’ A new picture appeared, replacing the old one. ‘This look belongs to one of my most popular girls. I think this one will work for you.’

Huh. Gloria looked at the latest picture nervously. This girl was wearing a lot of makeup – and by the look of things, no clothes at all. “Um,” she mumbled, “I dunno. She kinda looks like a whore…”

‘Exactly. No mistaking this bimbo for anything but what she is~’

“Eh?!” The Thief jumped to her feet, immediately forgetting how much power the spectral teacher had over her here. “Wait, why would you wanna make me look like a bimbo?”

‘Because this is Bimbo Class, dear. I know you’re not very smart, but do try to keep up.’

“What?” She paled, her thoughts finally coming together as she realised what these lessons were for and why they made her feel so uncomfortable. “No way am I gunna let you turn me into a bimbo!”

‘You’re already most of the way there, you know~’ The ghost was teasing her now. Anger gathered in her chest. If anything, it made her more determined to break this woman’s control over her.

“I’m not gunna-!” Gloria turned around, and found herself staring directly into a familiar pink orb.

‘Such a difficult girl. But I know how to handle difficult girls dear.’ The ghost chuckled as she began to drool. ‘Let’s just remove a few more points from your Intelligence score, shall we? You won’t be needing it when we’re done.’

The Thief was in no position to argue. Entranced immediately, the spirals spinning in her eyes already, all she could do was stare. The pink light swirled in front of her, and all of her objections just seemed to melt away… Along with most words longer than three syllables.

A smile spread over her face, her shoulders slumping, her arms going limp and she just stood there, watching the spiral turn.

Eventually, she returned to herself, sat back in front of the mirror. Her memories of the past few minutes were a mysterious pink fog that she couldn’t penetrate… Something about bimbos and… makeup? Um…

She put a finger to her plump lips, brow furrowing as she tried to remember… But the train of thought quickly got away from her, and she found herself staring blankly at her reflection, vapid eyes staring right back at her. What had she just been doing again?

‘Makeup, dear.’

Oh right! She was trying to copy the picture, wasn’t she? With a ditzy giggle, the Thief went to work, having absolutely no concerns about mimicking this lady’s look now – who cared how slutty she looked? She was hot, right?

So on went the blush, on went the eyeshadow, on went the liner, the lipstick, oooh, her lips looked super cute and plush…

Until finally, she blew herself a kiss in the mirror, fluttering her eyelids. “How do I look?”

To her surprise, her teacher still sounded uncertain. ‘Hmmm…’

“Hey! I look super hot right now!” The thief protested. She’d worked totally hard on this lesson.

‘You do, but there’s something…  Almost… Ah! I know!’ A hairbrush rose up, floating in front of Gloria’s face. ‘Here. Use this.’

Confused, the brunette took the brush, and with a shrug, lifted it to her head. But after one stroke, she stopped, blinking at her reflection. Her hair… The hair which she’d just run through the ghost’s brush was no longer that dark, muddy brown. Instead it was bright blonde, shining like the sun. Was this thing magic or something…?

‘Keep going.’

Gloria paused, brow furrowing again… But nope, despite feeling weird about it, she couldn’t think of any reason why she should stop! So, she lifted the brush back up, and began to steadily convert her long brunette locks into spun strands of gold. Soon, the job was done. There wasn’t a trace of colour left on her head, save luxurious waves of platinum hair.

And her teacher couldn’t have been more pleased. ‘There! Now that’s the look of a proper bimbo!’

The Thief stared at herself in the mirror, and found she couldn’t disagree. Long blonde hair. Thick, slutty makeup. Vapid green eyes. Yeah, know, even she knew the woman in her reflection was a total bimbo, no questions asked. Her reflection put a finger to her cheek, looking adorably dim.

‘Now now, dear, there will be enough time for vanity later. Trust me, it’s statistically certain that any time you’re not spent on your knees or on your back, you’ll be preening in a mirror.’

“Sastically… Huh?” The new blonde blinked, her eyes crossing as she tried to make sense of what the funny voice in her head was trying to say. But her feeble efforts were soon thwarted as the spirit hoisted her back up to her feet.

‘No time for your nonsense, we want to get you working as soon as possible – so let’s get to lesson three, and do something about that figure of yours, shall we?’

Gloria was finding it a bit hard to follow the other woman at this point – she kept talking so fast! – but she did catch that pointed comment about her body. “Huh? Hey, my figure is, like, totally cute!”

‘Dear.’ The voice just sounded patronising, even if that word was now well beyond Gloria’s vocabulary. ‘Please. I hate to say so, but I almost confused you with a boy when you walked in here.’

The Thief gasped with shock – which was all the opening that the ghost needed to strike. A glass vial containing a glowing pink liquid materialised in the air in front of her, shooting forwards and pouring itself into her open mouth in a flash.

“Mmng!”

‘Drink up, girl,’ Lady Tremaine sighed. ‘This should solve your problem. I made it extra potent, considering how dire your condition is.’

“Hmng?” Gloria tried to ask something around the bottle at her lips, but that proved to be a difficult task – and a pointless one, as it turned out, when her eyes rolled up in her head a few moments later. A wave of heat and pleasure bubbled up inside her, blossoming in her chest and throwing her thoroughly dimmed mind into a haze.

And as she stood there, basking in the joyous sensation, the magic of the potion was going to work.

Her leather top creaked as it stretched, suddenly straining to contain the woman inside it as her chest began to swell, her breasts expanding outwards at an astonishing rate. As Tremaine had somewhat snarkily implied, she’d always had a fairly lithe figure, short on curves, heavy on grace – but now her curves were quickly gaining weight of their own. Soon, her top was ripping open entirely, straps snapping and falling aside as her bust burst through the seams, both breasts now inflated to a size far larger than her head!

The rest of her wasn’t getting left out, either. Below her proud chest, the remnants of her top hung a bit loose as her waist inched in – but they were soon caught on the slope of her hips as her ass thickened out, plumping up to incredible size, one that could match, or perhaps even beat her chest if she sat down in the right way.

Of course, her pants didn’t take the change well, and snapped quickly, toppling to the floor along with her toolbelts and her daggers – but honestly, there was little chance of her using any of those things correctly with this kind of figure.

‘Oh yes – let’s get rid of that garish Adventuring gear. You won’t be needing that any more.’

The torn clothing was quickly ripped away by invisible hands, leaving the curvy blonde swaying in the otherwise empty classroom, utterly naked – and still too blissed out to care.

‘Instead, let’s get you into something a bit more seductive…’

Threads materialised out of thin air, wrapping around the transformed Thief in a shockingly quick weave, a dress stitching itself together from nothingness. Yellow fabric squeezed around her hips, pink lace cupping her boobs, all of it drawing a moan from the blonde caught in the middle of it. Her trim middle was left bare, while heeled shoes were slid onto her feet, and even some glittering, if cheap, hooped earrings were clipped into her ears.

By the time this last ghost trick faded, Gloria was completely clothed – though the tight, revealing clothing left no question about what kind of role in society she was expected to operate on.

Even she could see it, as her dreamy pink haze ended just as a mirror rolled out in front of her. “Oooh,” she giggled, licking her lips as she drank in her reflection. “What a dumb looking whore~”

‘Exactly, dear. Maybe a bit on the cheap looking side, but that’ll just get you most customers.’

Gloria stared into the mirror, cooing over the hot babe and ignoring the annoying bossy voice in her head. She was always talking about weird and confusing things that the blonde didn’t get. But there was something about this bimbo in her reflection that kinda, like, bothered her, y’know? Something she couldn’t quite put her finger on. Though she could put her finger on her lips and suck on it a bit. That’d help her concentrate! And hey, look, the blonde in the mirror did the same thing too! Man, she looked so dumb~

Slowly, like treacle steadily trickling down a sticky spoon, a realisation began to fall into place.

“Heeeey,” the Thief said, her brow folding, ruby lips pouting. “Wait a second… Is that, like… me?”

‘In the flesh!’ The ghost sounded proud of her work. ‘I must say, you came out very nicely, despite your shortcomings as a student. Some of my finest work, I dare say…’

“Ohmigod I look so hot~” Gloria giggled, twirling and admiring her curves – hey, she’d always had a narcissistic streak. But then she paused, frowning again. “No, wait. I didn’t wanna be a whore! I’m supposed’ta be a Legendary hero! Turn me back!”

‘Dear, please.’ Irritation rang through the Thief’s head. ‘Do you really have no appreciation for the gifts I’ve given you?’

“I said turn me back!” The blonde stomped her foot, her curvy body jiggling as she pouted, not having any of it. Once, this would have been an embarrassing show of defiance from the skilled Thief. Now, it was the most impressive display she could manage.

There was a spiritual sigh. ‘Alright, alright. I can see there’s no point in arguing with you.’ The ghost assumed control of Gloria’s body once again, marching it over to the teacher’s desk again. Her feet naturally formed a swaying strut. ‘Here, let me fix you up properly.’

Perhaps the way she spoke, or her ambiguous wording, or the fact that Lady Tremaine had shown absolutely no interest in doing anything that her student wanted should have warned the Thief that something was up. But the odds of her noticing any of that had evaporated out of her ears like two lessons ago.

So she just smiled smugly as she waited for the ghost to ‘fix’ her. And that smile remained, frozen perfectly on her face, as the glowing orb came out again, her mind falling straight back into empty headed silence once more. Her eyes filled with spirals.

‘One last lesson then,’ Tremaine said. ‘Your finishing course.’

‘Let’s get rid of those last few stubborn pieces of the old you. Forget all about adventuring. Forget all about your goals and dreams. Forget all about Gloria. You are a blank slate.’

“I’m… like… a blank slate…” The blonde repeated, her voice empty of emotion or inflection. The thoughts and concepts that had defined her life, defined her existence, defined her, were being obliterated under the pink, swirling light reflected in her eyes. The idea of adventuring became a fairy tale that she could no longer remember. Her goals of being a legendary, world saving hero became a scramble of confused, formless static. Even the name Gloria lost meaning, turning into a collection of unconnected letters, before melting entirely into slush.

One by one, these foundational concepts were erased, scrubbed, scoured from her head, completely and utterly. Fairytales, static and slush evaporated out of her head, forgotten forever.

And Lady Tremaine’s voice continued to echo through her mind.

‘You are Gigi. You are a whore. Your only want in life is to go out into the world and gather gold to bring it back to the Manor, either by spreading your legs or picking clients pockets.’

“I am Gigi,” Gigi sighed with relief as the empty space in her brain was filled once more. “I am a whore. My only goal is to gather gold for the Manor.”

A new identity took shape behind her vapid eyes. A slutty, shameless strumpet, a willing, wanton whore. A woman always looking out for the next client, the next fool to part from his money. Hot, horny heat blossomed in her heart and between her thighs, an empty headed desire for pleasure and gold taking control, whatever she needed to do to get them.

‘You will serve the Mistress of the Manor for the rest of your days.’

“I will serve the Mistress of the Manor for the rest of my days.”

The vow wrote itself into Gigi’s soul. She couldn’t hope to resist it – it would be like trying to resist the rising of the sun – or the urge to spread her legs.  She was Gigi the whore, and she would serve the Mistress of the Manor forever more~

‘There.’ There was a sudden release of pressure, as if something gripping her soul had finally let go. Ice cold mist poured out of her mouth and ears, forming into the shape of the ghostly Lady Tremaine, who moved to hover in the air in front of her. “I think we can say you’ve graduated with distinction, dear.”

The blonde just drooled.

“Oh right.” Smirking, the spirit gathered up the orb and slid it back into the cabinet – just as the door to the classroom opened, and a new pair of women walked in. One was a complete stranger to Gigi, wrapped in a dark cloak that hid most of her features – but the other, she would once have recognised as a dear friend (even if they argued a lot). Yes, following the cloaked woman, a leash around her neck pulling her onwards, was Celestia, the party mage.

“Moo?”

Although right now, she looked more cattle than caster.

“Am I interrupting?” The cloaked woman asked, stroking the cowgirl’s head as they came to a stop.

“Not at all. You’re just in time, in fact.” The ghostly teacher chuckled, before turning back to her student. “Gigi, this is the Mistress of the Manor – your Mistress. Why don’t you say hello?”

Her words seemed to rouse the blonde. She blinked, the spirals clearing from her eyes at last, and looked around – her gaze finally landing on the new arrivals. Her reaction was instant.

“Ohmigod, Mistress!” She flew forward, dropping to her knees and looking up at the woman with awe on her face. “I’m, like, totally your biggest fan! Want a freebie? I’m, like, the world’s bestest whore. I’m gunna be a legendary fuck some day~”

“Oh, very nice~” The mysterious Mistress of the Manor laughed, reaching out and stroking the bimbo’s hair fondly. The bimbo giggled and preened, sticking her chest out to give a better view. “Wonderful work, teacher. I’ll have to try her out once the rest of these intruders have been properly dealt with.”

“My pleasure to serve, Mistress.” Lady Tremaine bowed, a smile on her face. “Will you be needing me to handle any of the others?”

“No, no, I have some other ideas in mind. But I’m sure I’ll be calling for your services again before too long. And in the meantime…”

The cloaked woman turned and walked for the door, beckoning the whore on, even as she pulled Celestia after her by the leash. “Come, new girl. Let’s go see how your former friends are doing…”

Scrambling to her feet, Gigi hurried to do as she ordered, following after her mistress, a wide smile on her face. Lady Tremaine watched her go, smirking as she watched the way the blonde’s ass swayed from side to side, her legs sluttily strutting with every step.

“Damn I do good work,” she chuckled, vanishing into thin air… And leaving just two more adventurers left in the Manor…