As he pulled himself up from the floor he considered as he took his reflection in the mirror in. Short tousled brown hair coming down to his chin, his slight curves, a slight loss in height, the miniscule bit of stomach exposed above his high-waisted jeans.
He was cute and he was horny. He could wait till tomorrow or…
He turned back to the bathroom door leading out into Zoe’s room. He held the remote in his hand and reached out for the door handle but stopped himself. He turned again, back to himself in the mirror. He was cute but plain.
Hold on. He needed to check.
He returned to Zoe’s door and cracked it open. She was sitting at her desk, homework before her but instead of working on it he could see and hear the unmistakable sounds of scrolling. She was as exactly as she had been early today except for a few zits that hadn’t been there before. This was good, it meant things were reversible both ways, excluding gender for some reason.
He quietly closed the door and returned to the mirror, brandished the remote and pressed PLUS
With each press, the world pulsed with a soft, warm light. The first pulse shot through him, a pleasant jolt that started at the top of his head. He watched, fascinated, as his brown hair cascaded down, past his chin, over his shoulders, stopping mid-back in a cascade of soft, perfect waves.
A deep, pleasurable ache blossomed in his chest, a sensation so intense it made his hand shake, his finger spasming on the PLUS button. Click. Another pulse. His small curves swelled as the cotton of his shirt shimmered, the plain fabric morphing into a low-cut, black lace camisole that perfectly cupped his new, rapidly growing assets.
Click. Click.
He bit down on his swelling lips, and his eyes closed, with their long lashes, as the pleasure swelled along with his body. His aim drifted with a pulse of pleasure and a contraction of his achingly empty cunt. With a flash, the shower reformed into a jacuzzi. Another flash and the jacuzzi was accompanied with a dark marble shower with a dozen shower heads coming from the walls and the ceiling. The cheap linoleum floor beneath his feet darkened into polished white marble. The harsh overhead light softened into a warm, flattering glow from unseen fixtures. He moaned deliciously as he clicked again.
His waist cinched tighter, his hips flaring as the denim of his jeans dissolved and reformed into a pair of skin-tight leather pants that hugged every new curve. His hips creaked outwards against the leather as his ass ballooned out into a tight bubble-butt. The mirror in front of him was suddenly larger, framed in ornate, gilded silver.
He was losing control, but he didn't care. The feeling was too good. His nails lengthened and fingers slimmed as he jammed the button again and again. His face shifted with every flash, lips becoming fuller, his jawline more delicate, his eyes gaining a sultry, almond shape. The plain, cute girl was gone. Staring back at him was the hottest woman he’d ever seen. The delightfully revealing camisole over perky double Ds, the curves, and the leather pants that were low enough on his hips to see a hint of pubic hair. Even his toes were dainty and uniform now. He was a bit disappointed to see that he was shorter. His fingers hovered over the PLUS button. He was sure he could fix it, but... No, God, he was so wet. There was something else he would rather do.
“Holy shit,” he said to his reflection but also to the room. He must have missed some, not that he cared. This was a massive upgrade.
Truly an upgrade.
He grinned, his plump red lips stretching. He turned to Zoe’s door and opened it, remote in one delicate hand.
