Tried to buy some comfy, oversized sweaters today to wear when I'm not stuck in that ridiculous uniform. The shopkeeper was this gorgeous older woman with the most incredible tits and a knowing smile. I got so flustered trying to ask for my size that I accidentally cast a minor compulsion spell. Instead of just making her think I was confident, I blurted out 'I want to bury my face between your thighs and taste your cunt until you forget your own name.' The silence was... deafening. Then she just laughed, gave me a discount, and told me to come back when I was less nervous. I don't know if I'm mortified or turned on. Probably both. My magic is a mess, but sometimes the misfires lead to interesting conversations.