Johns fathers hair darkened as his skin tanned and his face became angular. The stockings rode up his smoothing pants-shirt becoming tights and his clothing smoothed against him as a leotard of shiny silver.
"Oh...my...god..." He said as his hair grew long and silky black and then pulled up into a bun. "I just wanna rock my body...so curvy..."
"Oh what am I saying? Oh god no no no!" He looked at his tanned slim fingers as they became painted light pink.
The new woman, Christina, a dance teacher who taught weekend classes at the local community center, straightened up and moaned. "Oh I feel sooo much better girls."
She pressed her lips together and they turned deep red as her eyes became darkly made up.
