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Arahim sighed as soon as he realized what she was leading up to, and tuned her out entirely as he mulled over how to continue. He hadn't wanted to get too extreme with his enchantments, but if it was necessary, he would attempt to push the boundary even more. At a certain point, the new interests and urges should distract her from any old ones, and hopefully point her towards the future instead of whatever past traumas had brought on this delusion. If it only continued to hurt rather than help, he'd undo all he'd wrought and try something else, but he still believed this girlishness thing could work. As she was midsentence, he waved his hand, and he saw the alarm in her eyes for a split second before she crumpled, again deeply unconscious. And again, he got to work - this time also erasing her most recent memories, of the last half hour or so. That, combined with a simple hex of distraction should keep her from realizing these changes were originating from him. When Fred woke up this time, she found herself overpowered at once by a multitude of thoughts and feelings that felt both familiar and unfamiliar all at once. She saw a selection of clothes hanging in her room - three dresses this time, relatively simple but quite elegant and beautiful at the same time. She crossed the room in excitement and began examining each of them, considering their color, their style, how fashionable they were considering what most women were wearing recently, and how well they'd complement her features. After letting the choice consume her for almost half an hour, she made her selection, and quickly got to prettying herself up in front of the vanity. She began to realize, as she twirled in front of the vanity, admiring her dress and her long hair, that she didn't really know the first time about dancing in a body like this - that seemed like something that should change, shouldn't it? Not to mention embroidery, and etiquette, and taking care of a family... All at once it came to her how wrong these thoughts were. She was Fred! But... but the thought of going back to being him, clumsy, tall, hairy him, was something that truly revolted her. Her lower lip trembled, and she pressed a kerchief delicately to her eyes, trying to preserve her makeup.
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