"What's this all about?" Katie asked.
Greg just smiled, then opened the case and took out a spray canister. This one was labeled SLUTTY. He turned the canister towards Katie and sprayed her with it.
The effect was almost instantaneous. After coughing a bit, Katie's clothes and demeanor changed. Her conservative white blouse became tighter, as its neckline dropped to show off her somewhat ample cleavage. Her ankle-length skirt also became tighter, as its hemline retracted all the way up above her knees. Greg couldn't see it, but her shoes had also changed. Now, instead of 2-inch heels, she wore a pair of 4-inch heels. To say that Katie was shocked by all of this would have been an understatement. But oddly, she didn't feel embarrassed, although her memories told her that she should have been. Never in her life had she ever worn something so revealing ... something so sexy. It just wasn't her style. She was much more conservative than that. But now ... now she felt differently. And that kind of scared her.
She crossed her legs and leaned back in the chair, feeling more relaxed. Why did she feel like that all of a sudden? Why did she feel so fine about how she looked? She should be trying to cover herself up, especially her chest. My god, she thought. I might as well be naked.
But for some reason it didn't bother her. In fact, she started to like the idea of showing off. No, she wasn't naked, of course. She was too conservative for that, but there was nothing wrong with showing off her body, was there? Especially if she had a great body to show off.
As the confusion and shock drained from her face, a new expression replaced them - contentment. She liked how she looked. And she didn't see anything wrong with that.
"How do you feel?" Greg asked.
She looked up at him. She had totally forgotten that he was there. She smiled.
"Are you happy?" he asked.
She licked her lips. "Now I am," she purred. She leered at him, roaming her eyes over every inch of his face. She had no idea how good-looking Greg was. He was quite the hottie. Wait, did I just say "hottie"? she thought. A second later, she didn't care. In fact, she started to think about Greg even more, in that context. And soon her mind shifted towards what was in Greg's pants. She wondered how endowed he was down there.
Then suddenly, she snapped out of her daze.
What am I thinking? Good lord, I've got a husband! She turned away, trying to not look at Greg. What was happening to her? It wasn't just her clothes that were different ... she was different. She had all of these evil sexual thoughts ... and she couldn't stop thinking about it all.
She tried to think of something else. But the moment she focused on something, she suddenly began to think about men's penises. It was disgusting. But at the same time, it was so enticing, so alluring.
Katie stood up suddenly and wobbled a bit on her new higher heels. "I ... I have to go," she stammered.
