You try to fall asleep, but you can't do it. Too many things are bouncing around in your head, and for the first time since you've taken control of her body, you notice the things bouncing around on her chest. You gently grasp them, but pull back and stand up, strolling over to the full body mirror in the corner of the room.
Minerva is pretty, you think to yourself as you examine her. Her long, blue hair looked and felt so soft and light. It felt great when it rubbed against her face, which was unscarred and young. She did seem rather young to be a teacher. Not much older than you. Could there be some magic at work keeping her young, or was she really just a prodigy?
Unlike the generic robes you wear, Minerva's are carefully decorated and custom made for her. She wears a blue cape, with a soft pink inner lining. The top piece of her robes, which is a separate piece from the skirt which comes to her knees, are especially loose, and made of a soft silk. Just wearing these robes felt like being wrapped in a super soft blanket. She also wore a pair of pink pantyhose that matched the underside of her cape. This part of the ensemble felt very odd, as they were a constant reminder that her no longer had any equipment down there.
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