As Jon ran to the car with his mom, he couldn't help but notice how light his body felt. He was also practically dancing on his tiptoes out the door; he just couldn't help himself.
He sat in the passenger seat, noticing how small his ass felt. In fact, his entire body was quite thin and his breasts were small. In the back of his mind, he knew this helped his dancing, but he certainly wouldn't mind "borrowing" some better assets for a bit, but not quite yet.
He arrived at the dance studio and noticed many jealous faces. They all knew he was the best -- likely because he did have the body of a professional ballet dancer right now -- but with all the scowls, it was hard for him to find a pretty face amongst them. That is, until he saw her.
He wasn't sure of her name, but her face was to die for. And perfectly framed in that blonde hair of hers. He decided he'd take that too. Sure enough, he was soon a perfect woman with the ballet body he had taken before and the face and hair he had taken just now. And it all felt so...right.
