Melissa was absentmindedly looking through Erika's clothes. She had notice that her friend had a magnetic pull over her, she was pretty sure that she was also younger than she looked. Years of nutrition, chemicals and vitamins meant 13 was the new 15 or 16. However wasn't Erika 11? She couldn't remember.
Anesthesia was something that came from the Salve, although Erika remembered clearly who she was Melissa and Cole had only vague notions. Her parents were even more absentminded about Erika, it was like something that teens could see but adults were immune to it, dark glass cut them off from their guardians. She had been broadcasting her interest in Erika on all frequencies including out and out foreplay.
Some strange instances had happened in the dead of night. However she felt Cole had made a pass at her Juliet. Melissa was pissed. She considered dying her hair but she felt that she needed to more to make her body have an edge over her brother. Melissa felt a strong urge to try anything. She had had dreams about this bottle in her hand.
It was pleasantly hot in her hand. She thought Erika and that she communicated mentally and verbally to this bottle: "make me look hot to Erika." Her bottle glowed and was very hot. Stripping her body down to her panties she looked at her body. So bland, black hair and olive skin with small breasts. Her body was a mix of Mexican, Italian and Irish.
"fuck it." She turned the nozzle to her body.
Like pointing a knife at her heart. No, like a gun. She sprayed her body massaging it into her stomach, breasts and her face. Her upper body burned as she dropped the bottle but it didn't smash let alone spill. Her black hair started to change from raven colored to dyed aqua blue, then with strips of black. Her hair then changed from aqua blue to reddish pink and with streaks of platinum blond.
Blue ink spread across her the top of her panty line just above her vagina and spread across her side of her body, along her back in line with the parting of her ass cheeks. They took the shape of tropical flowers that you would see in Hawaii. They bloomed in real time from buds to full bloom. Her body was now covered in simple but beautiful tats of flowers.
Pain flared in her belly button as a piercing occurred and then out of thin air a cheap bit of jewelry appeared. A flash of nickle silver, a ring with a chain dangled a plastic five pointed star made of bright green plastic appeared at the end. Her hands massaged her breasts as the pain flared in chest as her odd sized breasts shrunk then regrew. Nipples became dark brown as her nipples expanded in perfect 45 degree angles from her chest. Fatty tissue piled up as her breasts swelled through A to C cups.
Droplets of the salve fell onto her buttocks adding fat to them, making her flat backside become more like a booty of a model. Each cheek was now perfect, free of moles and could be cupped by a man's hands. Bleary eyed the pain she knew the changed were stuff she could do her self. But they had Erika's desire guiding her changes. Dyed hair, belly button piercing, cool tattoos over her body, bigger breasts and a sexier larger butt.
She cupped her breasts looking in the bathroom mirror her stomach was toned, the white skin was was free of blemishes and moles. White like porcelain china and her dark brown eyes were now baby blue. So Erika wanted a white girl with color? Like a white page with plenty of color. Did that mean that Erika was racist, even subconsciously?