"...You girls are gonna LOVE this one. I wish that your moist, wet cunts were always craving a hard cock. I wish that you all acted like hot sluts in heat and that your parents didn't think that anything was strange about your new appearance or behavior."
Jon bit down on his plump lower lip as his groin shift into a deep, moist vagina. He (she?) gasped and moaned as a throbbing wave of NEED began deep in his(her?) cunt. He ran his tongue over his full, red lips and thought "Oh man...I need some dick right now! I'll go nuts if I don't get fucked soon!"
The huge-breasted slut in the whorish clothes suddenly slapped herself hard enough to cause one of her tits to pop out of her tube top. "Get ahold of yourself, Jon! You're a man...or atleast you were! Hold it together and get the stone back!"
Feeling a need to steady herself, she reached into her little black purse (which she hadn't noticed untill just now) and withdrew a cigarette case. She flipped it open and slipped a long, dark "More 120" between her lips. With a practiced flick of her lighter she lit the tip, then drew in a lungfull of the rich, dark smoke. Instantly she felt 100% better. She inspected her tits and found them to be obvious fakes, with the faded scars of surgery in tell-tale locations.
"And a prom queen must be a good student, so I wish your school records were changed to show that all of you are flunking out of your classes. I wish you all acted like dizzy bimbos and that, instead of doing your school work or listening to your teachers, you'll all fuss with your hair, file your nails and snap your gum. I wish that all of you acted like the dim-witted tarts you look like."
Jon suddenly felt a shift in her brain. She knew she wasn't actualy any dumber, but she also knew that she had to act dumb when others were around!
The girls within started to giggle and fuss with their hair, asking each other questions like "Golly, like...where did you get that lip-gloss, Melissa?" and "Jeepers, Erica...I wonder if Sarah would, like...let us smoke?"
Sarah smiled on the five sluts she'd created (not knowing she'd actualy created six) and said "Well ladies, I guess all of you will want to get on with your lives. Far be it from me to stop you. You can leave."
Jon sighed and thought "Thank goodness it's over! Now I have to figure out how to sneak in and get that rock." She stood and waited for the rest of the girls to leave, her left hand resting on her cocked-hip and her breasts thrust forward like a pair of torpidos. She smoked steadily, her cigarette held between her fore and middle fingers and her wrist bent slightly. It felt soooo natural...
