Jennifer, the new Pink Hottie, was feeling conflicted. She had of course been shocked and horrified at the changes in her costars and teammates. She couldn't imagine how terrible it would be to suddenly be turned into a boy, and she figured it was even worse for the new girls since their bodies were so ridiculously sexy now. On the other hand, she was kind of enjoying the changes that she had undergone herself. Well, most of them.
Like the other Hotties, her hair had changed color to match her title, and now fell down to the top of her slightly expanded rear in fluffy pink curls. "I look like I fell into a cotton candy machine," Jennifer observed bitterly. But on the plus side, she had grown to just a little bit over six feet in height, making her the tallest of the team by several inches. Her body had also been improved. She still looked pretty much the same as she had before, but her build was much more athletic now, with tight muscles that managed to make her look strong but not bulky. In fact, her body was a bit curvier in general than it had been before, with a nice tight ass and breasts that were slightly larger, going from Bs to large, firm Cs.
With her new improvements she figured that she'd be the most attractive girl in just about any room. "At least I would be if the rest of the team wasn't around," she lamented to herself, surprised that she was actually feeling a little jealous of her co-stars' new bodies. "It's just not fair! I'm the only one of us that started the day with breasts, and now that they're bigger than ever I'm the smallest one here." Jennifer, although not small chested, was now easily the least endowed of the Hotties, the second smallest Hottie, Nathan, being a full cup size larger.
"At least my new uniform is kind of cool, although it is a little too skimpy," said Jennifer as she consoled herself. "Although not nearly as embarrassing as those pants that Don's wearing, or that flimsy thing that Matt has on. And even those are way better than just wearing leaves like Terrance," she thought shuddering at the mental image of her wearing any of her teammates' new uniforms.
Jennifer's uniform did seem more practical, although not by much. She now wore knee high metal boots and metal gauntlets, providing her limbs with a good level of protection. The rest of her body was not quite as well shielded. Her only protection for her upper body was a metal demi-bra that left her midriff completely exposed. Her waist was protected by a series of small metal plates that hung around her hips in a skirt-like fasion, under which she wore hot pink panties. In fact, all of her armor was now pink, with intricate patterns of hot pink detailing over a light pink base to give it personality. The whole outfit looked like something a Valkyrie would wear for spring break in South Beach. Unfortunately for Jennifer, her body and armor were not the only things that Narayanne had changed about the girl in pink.
"Evil minions!" began Jennifer as she rushed toward the ninjas. "Prepare to be defeat-AAAAH!" she continued, her battle cry interrupted by her face crashing into the ground in front of her as she tripped over her own feet. She was too distracted to notice the delicious way that her butt stuck out in the air, her metal skirt having flipped up to showcase her taught pink panties. "Ouch," she groaned while regaining her feet, "Stupid heavy boots making me trip." While her boots, and the rest of her new armor, were all quite heavy, that was not the reason for her faceplant: Narayanne had made her a complete klutz.
"As I was saying," Jennifer continued, trying to regain her composure. "Prepare to be defeat- why are you staring at me like that?" she asked, confused at the way that the ninjas had stopped advancing and were now just standing around staring at her. As she followed where their eyes were looking she soon discovered the reason. "EEEEP!" Jenifer squeaked out, gauntlet covered hands quickly moving to cover her bare breasts. Her metal bra lay at her feet, having fallen off during her fall.
Narayanne chuckled to herself. She was a sucker for stereotypes, so one of the team just had to be the klutz, and Jennifer seemed like as good a choice as any. But some occasional tripping and bumbling didn't seem like enough of a change for her, especially compared to what she had done for the other Hotties. So she combined the new clumsy nature with a little bit from one of the other gifts that she had given out today. She figured that it was alright to double dip a little since the other recipient wasn't one of the heroines. She wanted variety in the group to keep things entertaining.
So now, instead of just being clumsy and occasionally inattentive to her surroundings, Jennifer would be so in as embarrassing a manner as possible. Basically she would be the team's living embodiment of fanservice. If she wore a skirt, she'd constantly be flashing her underwear, whether due to her stumbling around or due to the almost constant wind gusts that she'd attract even in closed rooms. Well, that would be assuming she remembered to wear any underwear, otherwise she'd be flashing a lot more than just fabric. If her top ever managed to get caught on something, which it would with uncanny frequency, it would be more likely to rip off her body than it would be to rip away from what it was snagged on. And, as Jennifer had just demonstrated with the ninjas, if she was distracted in any way she would not notice any of her wardrobe malfunctions.
"I can't wait to see how she'll react to what will happen when she gets distracted by talking with the other girls in the showers after gym class," Narayanne said to herself. Should that happen, and Narayanne's magic would make sure that it would at least once every few weeks, both Jennifer and whoever she was talking to would find themselves forgetting to get dressed and going to their next class dripping wet and completely bare. "After all, we have to share the fun. I should make sure Matt ends up talking to Jennifer in the showers sometime. Her blush in the next class would be too cute!" Narayanne schemed, imagining the red spreading over the girl's giant rack. She'd also make sure the fire alarm got pulled at least once after gym just to see how many other girls Jennifer could get caught in her aura of naked distraction. Narayanne was hoping for a whole naked class plus a nude teacher. If not, well, she could always try again and again. "I'm sure the boys at the school wouldn't mind," Narayanne surmised mischievously.
While Narayanne was busy musing to herself, Jennifer was struggling with her skimpy metal top, her gauntlets making it hard to secure the latch in the back. It was even more difficult to secure it while dodging the ninja's attacks. She finally managed to re-attach the latch after she fell on her cute behind while avoiding a kick, having taken advantage of a brief lull in the action to finish the job. She blushed when she discovered that the reason for the lull was that the ninjas were busy gawking at her spread legs and pronounced camel toe. "Stupid skirt, I might as well not have it on if its going to keep flipping up like this," Jennifer lamented while standing. "I need to finish this quick before all of my armor falls off." And with that, she started preparing her first new attack, unaware of the embarrassment that it would cause her.
"Buns of Steel!" Jennifer found herself shouting. With her attack declared, the back of her skirt flipped up on its own, once again exposing her pink covered ass to the ninjas. She was even more surprised when she felt her body move on its own and butt-bounce from one ninja to another, striking most of them in quick succession. The strikes sent the hit ninjas flying several yards, but it wasn't until they got back on their feet that the attack's full effects became obvious. The ninjas ran their hands over their bare legs and plump rears in shock. They were now completely female from the waist down, with skin-tight solid steel panties encasing their flat crotches and tight buns.
Jennifer was also holding onto her behind, but for a different reason. "Gah! What was that!" she whined, "It's going to hurt to sit for a hours." She then turned her anger toward her opponents and began her second attack.
"Breast Plates!" Jennifer declared while spinning in a circle with an arm stretched out toward her targets...and then losing her balance and falling on her already sore ass. But before her fall a series of steel plates had appeared along the arc of her arm's path. The plates quickly shot out toward each of the ninjas, striking them in the chest and then wrapping around their torsos and sealing together into one solid piece. All other clothing from the waist up disappeared while two round indentations formed on the front of the metal tubes, growing larger and larger as fleshed filled in underneath. The ninjas winced in pain as the bottom of the plates began to shrink inward, squeezing their waists into shapely forms. When the changes stopped all of the ninjas now sported solid steel corsets, with large breasts and a tiny waists to match. The few ninjas that had missed the first attack were now female from the waist up, while all of the others were completely so.
"What's with these attacks?" Jennifer wondered to herself. "I'm sure its disorienting, but now they've got better armor than I do! At least it seems to be slowing them down." The ninjas were having a hard time moving due to the weight of their heavy metal garments and also due to the discomfort from the rigid material, but they were quickly reorganizing for an attack. "Hopefully this last attack is more useful," she said with her fingers crossed.
"Iron Maidens!" Jennifer shouted, thrusting her palms forward. Waves of iron filings shot out from her gauntlets, completely covering all of the ninjas When the air finally cleared, all of the ninjas had been transformed into cast iron statues, each one posed with their arms covering their naked bodies as if embarrassed.
"Well that was weird," Jennifer commented, "but at least it did the job." She took a step forward to make sure the ninjas were incapacitated...and promptly fell flat on her face. Just like the last time her metal skirt had flipped up to provide a clear view of her butt which was again sticking up in the air. However, unlike the last time, this did not provide a clear view of her bright pink panties...because they were currently wrapped around her ankles, having gotten caught on the ground during her last fall, and causing Jennifer to experience her most recent fall. The cameramen were careful to film her from the side since the view that she was presenting from behind was definitely not suitable for their target audience.
Jennifer groaned as she stood up, brushing dirt from her face. Her face took on a bright red hue as she discovered the cause of her fall, and then got even brighter as she remembered the position that she had just been in. As she quickly pulled her underwear back up, she decided that maybe her changes weren't as great as she had previously thought.
