"DEFINITELY not!" "No!" said a panicked Lance
Lance squeezed the totems hand
"I'm a man! I wish I was my former manly self! Please."
"Lance..." Ned said to the near delirious woman before him
"REVERSED"
Lances oversized clothes slowly began to tighten as Lance stood up
She looked down at herself as her clothes began to contort around her. Shifting to hug her curves.
Her trousers started to pull up as Lance realised exactly what was going on.
"You..." She gripped her hands tightly as she stared at the totem
Her growing nails changed color to pink as they began to push into her palm.
"This fucking thing is rigged!" She angrily said
Lance kicked the totem in it's head as it flung and slid across the floor
She started walking towards it, her now knee length skirt formed from her trousers trailing behind her.
Richard grabbed her arm, noticing how small it was compared to before.
"You've got to calm down Lance!" Richard spoke "If you break it then you definitely can't change back!"
"Let go of me!" Lance felt a faint cherry taste as she spoke
She turned and glared at Richard, her subtle makeup and cherry painted lips instantly noticeable
A bra started forming behind the short sleeved blouse her t-shirt had morphed into.
Her breasts were cupped and lifted slightly as she felt a breeze on her thighs.
Calming down ever so slightly, she pulled her arm out of Richards grasp
Uncomfortably she reached and pulled her new skirt down a bit
Her clothes, annoyingly enough, were much comfier than before. Apart from the last item.
The boxers that had formally been constricted by her wide hips, had began to pull upwards.
It's material changing from a grey cotton to black silk, while the waist bands pulled up and over her hips.
A small pointless bow formed over the new panties as they shrunk smaller and smaller.
The crotch line of the panties pulled up between her labia, forming a small crease in the center as her pussy slightly twitched.
Feeling frustrated, Lance turned again to look at the Totem.
