I looked at the donkey, trying to calm it down. I felt funny, but comfortable at the same time. Looking down at myself I saw a pair of small, yet very female breasts push out of my chest. I could feel them being held up by a bra under my long flowing dress.
The feelings. It was beyond erotic. I had transformed myself into girls a couple of times already by my own using the stone, but this was a whole new experience. The feel of the tight silky dress over my pert breasts, the feeling of the open back of the dress, showing everyone who bothered to look a peek of Jennifer Lopez' famous behind. It felt soooo good! Big, but yet so fantastically sensitive.
"YEEEHAAAAWWW" the J-Lo donkey said, with what could only be described as endlessly sad eyes locked on my new, female body. I took a step closer, but I wasn't used to the 4' heels on my new dainty feet, and I fell on my famous behind. Rubbing it as I stood up I said to myself, get yourself together Jon. You can't let this destroy you, I have to think of myself as a woman.. As Jennifer Lopez.
Full of confidence I stood back up and walked with a feminine grace that took ordinary women years to obtain, but I was no ordinary woman. My name is Jenniger Lopez, awarded with the title of Sexiest Woman in The World several times, and more famous for my ass than my music. I walked over to the old Jennifer and calmed the scared animal down, singing in a soothing voice. She calmed down as I promised that I would do whatever I could to change everyone back to their own bodies.
I tried to remember back to what happened the seconds before I was put in this highly sexual body. I wanted to save everyone, but I wanted to protect Karyn even more than I wanted to save my own life.
That's when I remembered the last wish I made before I woke up in a dress and heels: "I wish I could move around here unnoticed so I could find whoever is behind all this, and stop that person." To do so, I would need a body that had access to all the rooms backstage, but only the ones who was going to present awards was alowed backstage. Jennifer Lopez was a perfect choice, as she would be the one who led the after-party, and needed her own quarters for make up and a place to change her clothes. Looking down at myself again, i squeezed my breasts (oh, comon.. don't tell me you wouldn't have done the same thing if you were in my.. heels?) before I decieded that was what I had to do. I knew she was going to perform, and would have another choice of clothing that would be easier to move around in, as most people here was either in shock, or panic.
I ventured behind the scene and found a door with a sign that said "Ms. Jennifer Lopez". "That's me" I said with a giggle, disgusting myself at how feminine I was acting. I opened the door to a room I would love to visit another time, when I was a guy again.
Inside I saw...
