Partly out of lust and partly out of morbid fascination, James continued to stare as Ms. Phillips put on the bra he knew was alive. He jumped and gasped loudly when, while buttoning up her shirt, she turned around and saw him.
"James!" she said, almost sounding more pleased than offended. "Watching me change, were you? I suppose you think you're entitled to see that now?"
"S... stop it! Let them go!" James blurted out.
"Let what go?" Ms. Phillips said. "Oh, I see. You witnessed the spell, so the memory effect didn't quite do its job. Well, we can't have that, can we?"
James started to back away, but Ms. Phillips grabbed him by the arm and pulled him into the room, then slammed the door shut. She backed him into the corner, leaving him staring into her cleavage and trembling.
"You've grown quite attached to these, haven't you?" she said, taking his hand and guiding it toward her chest... only to abruptly slam it into the wall. "Well, you can't have them. That position is occupied. I'll be dealing with you another way this time."
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