Straddling atop her, Jon saw Buffy drop the stone she'd just been desperately fighting for, and the hand in her hair went from pulling to gentle stroking, but she wasn't paying much attention as her body had once more transformed in a flash. Gone were the dirty brown hair and massive breasts of Jenni, to be replaced by a still decently big, but closer to Buffy sized bust, and thick dark hair. More importantly, she could see on her arms that her skin had shifted to an almond complexion, something that made her only more desperate to investigate who she'd turned into this time.
Unfortunately for her, the magic had kicked back in and apparently decided the best reason for the two supposed girlfriends to be on top of one another on the floor wasn't for them to be fighting like Biff and Jon actually had, but instead for Buffy and her girlfriend to be making out. Pulling Jon's head up gingerly, Buffy locked lips with her and the two new girls felt their tongues begin to explore each other's mouths before Jon's dad's voice came through the door, sounding slightly different than usual even with the muffling.
"Honey, is everything alright in there?"
"Uh, everything's fine, Baba," Jon replied, while a blushing Buffy worked to disentangle herself from her girlfriend. The redhead quickly checked to make sure her laptop was okay, before stowing it back in her bag.
"Yeah, Mister Huang, we were just, uh, studying!" Buffy chimed in, confusing Jon with the sudden new last name being trotted out.
Jon found herself standing up and for a moment her body glanced towards the vanity that was still there, despite the room having changed a good deal too. She didn't have time to take in all those changes, to figure out what kind of girl she was now, but she did at least a good look at herself. The All American Bimbo was gone, replaced with an exotic looking of at least partial Asian ancestry; she was still gorgeous, but sparkling hazel eyes had replaced Jenni's previous pair, and her frame was a good bit daintier, a slightly smaller rear, and more modest breasts by comparison to the possible E cups Jenni had been sporting. If she had to guess she was also no longer an athlete, but there wasn't time for a close examination.
Her clothing was different too. She now wore a tight black turtle neck and a short beige skirt over nylons, plus a freaking beret of all things perched slightly askew on her lovely head. The thing must be held on by some sort of pins or clips in her hair to have not come off while she and Buffy were on the floor. Dark lipstick graced her smirking lips, and there was a possibly drawn on beauty mark on one dimple. If Jenni had been a cartoon bimbo, whoever she was now was a cartoon of artist-type. or at least Biff's idea of one
A chuckle came from the other side of the door, "you don't have to be secretive, Leilani," Jon's dad informed them. "I've gotten used to the fact you and Buffy may want to be .... intimate from time to time. Just be careful and try not to knock anything off the bed. You almost made your mother drop the vase she was potting."
"Yes, Baba!" Jon, or Leilani she supposed, called back, all while snuggling into Buffy's side. The magic was probably about to make her suck face with the transformed Biff again, when her dad finally walked out of earshot and she was in control again.
