The Perfect Woman: Arms, Hips and Waist

... my new legs were but the first of the changes as the magic swept across my body. I gasped for breath as my ribs were crushed together, forming a slim waist as I glimpsed for just an instant another man's fevered fantasy involving corseted women, of muscular hands engulfing my waist... But the sensations soon swept the image away as I arched my back, my hips and rear thrusting outwards, curving into lines culled literally from mens dreams... I see a popular singer strutting her stuff on the stage - and she is me... I feel a hand on my ass while on a train at the same moment i smell the musk of th candles as I bare my flat, sensouos midriff in a dance for my Sheik... In my head I try to fight off the images with as much vigor as I fight the physcial effects, but it is useless, and soon my arms too have lost their manly muscles and have been relegated to the weak softness that a man might ling to touch, topped by slender, graceful hands that a man longed to feel on his body... which were made to feel a man's body...