<b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(147, 101, 184)"><u>"Kay" Stevens</u></span></b><br/><blockquote class="bbCodeBlock bbCodeBlock--expandable bbCodeBlock--quote js-expandWatch" data-attributes="member: 36927" data-quote="AbbeyChase" data-source="post: 2666774">
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(235, 107, 86)">"This must all be a bit overwhelming for you, coming from the mundane world, discovering a totally different world filled with magic. And I imagine that all this skintight latex must be pretty unusual for you. You know, you and the two other mundane girls are all the talk right now. I mean, being sorted into The Order is already something pretty rare, but the three of you are the first three mundanes ever to be sorted into the order, you should feel proud. So, what's your story?..."</span>
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</blockquote><br/>After a bit of a pause, Kay turns to Sophia and responds,<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(147, 101, 184)">"Yeah, I'm not actually really into the whole... witchcraft school thing. I'm just kinda... temporarily crashing here while uh... I guess the magic cops do paperwork? See there was this... demon I guess? Who was doing this whole... musical chairs thing, like, switching brains with people somehow. So like, it was in this body, and fighting some... witch I guess, all bragging about 'the incredible potential' of this girl or whatever, then swapped with me, and... I mean I kinda lost track of how things went down after that, but the witch said she 'took care of things' so, OK, no more demon, and I'm figuring I just have to sit tight here while some... wizard or whatever just tracks down everyone who got swapped around to swap back right. And then I guess I'll go home and the girl whose body this really is can come here and be this fancy magic phenom or whatever. Like, she must have done the entrance exams for this place before this whole mess if this is the really elite group?"</span><br/><br/>She looks a little unsure as she continues.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(147, 101, 184)">"Everyone's right about being scrawnier than everyone else though. If it takes more than like a day or two to fix all this, I definitely need to really hit the gym, get some gains and really tone up. Just kinda seems like the thing to do. Like when you crash at someone's summer place, you clean up before you leave, right? And until then I just need to... deal with the weirdness here. And these uniforms. I mean...."</span>She looks down and gives her rubber coated chest a bit of a pinch.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(147, 101, 184)">"These are really... a lot."</span>