"Danielle! I want my new name to be Danielle!"
"Okay," said Ty. "Then you'll need to match your name."
Dustin gasped as his waist contracted further. Her body was thinning, becoming waifish. Her hair shortened and darkened. She looked down at her clothing, which was becoming a tight, striped swaater over a pair of tight black pants. A beret topped her exotic brow.
"So, Danielle," asked Ty, "how's the new look?"