“Jon! What the fuck are you wearing!” Karyn shouted at him/her, causing them to stumble and fall flat on their ass, thankfully their ass cushioned the fall so well. They grabbed their head as it felt like it was splitting open.
They quickly pulled themselves back to their feet, tits jiggling slightly in their tight corset. They took a few dizzy steps back to the doorframe to the closet and took in their body in the mirror. Taking in the damage. “What the fuck is happening to me!” Jonoria shouted into the mirror, quickly spinning around to look at the one who pointed out the changes in the first place.
“What the fuck happened to you?” Jon asked in a breathy voice, that Jon couldn’t help appreciating how sexy it sounded and wondered how it would sound pinning a hard body down beneath…
Vic slapped himself to stop the thoughts. “Karyn you changed too!” In Karyn’s place stood a tall vaguely northern European woman. She had always tanned well in the past, owing to her family's origin in Greece and Italy.
But now, there was no way that that shade of bright strawberry blonde, or her now brilliant green eyes or her now paler skin could come from someone in the south of Europe. Victoria’s brain short-circuited again as she looked lower.
Karyn’s tits were now at least G cups and at some point, Karyn had unbuttoned her shirt, showing her ample cleavage. Victoria particularly appreciated how the plaid dress stopped just short of her tits, only pushing them up more. Her eyes drank in the rest of the package.
Her waist was almost impossibly small and the same was with her hips just in the other dimension. She drank in the slightly tanned pale skin that showed through the small slits in the side of the dress. Marveled at how short it was. If it was 6-7in higher you would be able to see her whole ass. And even with the boyshorts, she liked to wear it would be marvelous and…
“Goddammit! Victoria, get your head out of the gutter, we all know you’re a bit of a slut but you got to control yours…” Karyn froze as she realized what she was saying, you grabbed her head. Most likely fighting off a similar headache to the one Victoria had just a minute prior.
Victoria wanted to say something. She was going to ruin her makeup, which would suck after how much time they spent on it.
“Jon…ugh… Victoria, whoever you are, snap out of it. We need to solve this. I just found the rock and I was going to come find you but… you’re all…”
Karyn’s eyes hungrily drunk up Jon’s body. He remembered not having it less than a half-hour prior, but he didn’t care. Perhaps Karyn would finally open her eyes and want to be something more than what they always had been. It was probably a false hope. She never showed much interest before and she was probably just shocked at the changes. No matter.
“Give me the rock, I’ll fix it,” Jon demanded, blinking in recognition of how it practically sounded like a proposition of some sort coming out of his now pillowy lips.
This seemed to bring Karyn back to the moment. “Of course not, you’re the one who got us in this situation in the first place. I don’t trust you with it anymore. You’ll just make it worse.” Karyn opened her mouth to continue her tirade but was interrupted by the door to the room slamming open…
That shouldn’t have been possible, Jon thought. But the door handle was now a lever and hanging out of the door was a pair of keys which hadn’t been there before. Beyond the figure in the door, the party raged. Though there was also something distinctly wrong with the party behind. Not that Vic or Karyn had any time to parse the change, for, standing in the door was a familiar, if not altered, face.
“Please help me,” came the quiet voice of Sarah McMillian.
