"Dusty! I want my new name to be Dusty!"
"Okay," said Ty. "Then you'll need to match your name."
Dustin shivered for a moment, then her body blossomed, her breasts almost exploding out of her chest, the nipples firm and sensitive. Her hair lengthened and lightened to a curly blonde. Dustin felt her waist contract further while her hips broadened and curved seductively.
As her breasts stopped growing, Dustin looked down to see her cleavage shining forth from a tight suede vest. A pair of jeans, faded, faded and "painted-on" tight graced her lower half. A pair of knee high cowbow boots her long, supple legs.
"So, Dusty," asked Ty, "how's the new look?"