The tune came on with a pounding beat and electronic BLLLOPS. You wanted to groan, you hated dubstep afterall. But something possessed you to turn the music up instead of leaving.
Your hair was the first thing to change, becoming thicker, messier, and turning unnatural shades of electric blue and green. Your body hair disintegrated, leaving it lustrous and smooth as you start to raise your arms into the air unvoluntarily. All you muscle slims down to more or less nothing, as your waist bows in. You didn't care about anything that was happening to you (not even growing a nice pair of CC cup tits), the beat has you so pumped up.
Your outfit's top melts away until you're in a belly exposing zipped on vinyl and fabric top with "DJ H0TT13" emblazoned across it. Your butt and hips evened out with it in response, becoming wide, round, and squeezable; you pants and underwear morphed into white shorty shorts and a visible thong. Your nails were even long with wild blue and green polish. You don't care: DJ H0TT13 isn't much but a loud, fun party girl with a passion for DJing (duh!), if her top, shorts, and shiny candy colored sneakers weren't a dead giveaway.
You lick you're now full, chapstick polished lips as your hungry blue eyes shine at the thought of the lucky guy or gal that'd be dating you.
The song ends as you pull of the headphones in disappointment, and realize the song is on the shelf with more tunes like it. You buy the tunes and immediately want to play it, then you see... them. This makes you remember your date with....