As 18 year old Alice was sweeping the front porch of her parents’ house. She felt a warm tingling come over her.
Her hair turned from red to a shade of brown so dark that it looked black. Alice’s pale freckled skin began to darken. First to a light tan, then to a deep olive tone. She dropped the broom she was holding in shock.
As she ran to her bedroom, all of her hair grew thicker, starting with the hair on her head. It grew long and wavy down her back. The fine, light body hair she had on her began to darken next. As Alice looked in the mirror, her eyebrows became thicker and a faint unibrow grew between them whilethe nearly invisible peach fuzz in the corners of her mouth turned darker and more noticeable.
Her hairline advanced on her forehead and wispy hair grew down the sides of her face, thicker by the ears and becoming feathery the closer it got to her jawline, leaving her with feminine sideburns.
Her chest pushed out more as Alice’s new genetics blessed her with a nice pair of D cup knockers albeit with a one or two dark corkscrew hairs on her big aereolas. She grew a few inches to about 5’10 and her hips widened as she gained a curvaceous almost hourglass figure complete with a nice butt.
Dark hair grew on Alice’s forearms and under her arms. More hair sprouted on her abdomen where a happy trail spread down to the thick bush spilling out of her panties. Faint hairs grew on the back of hands, her knuckles, the top of her feet and her big toes.
“Mooom!” Alice practically screamed as she ran downstairs. Her mother answered with an Italian accent, “What is is Alessandra?” Alice jumped when she saw her mother. Her usually short, fair skinned, red headed mother was a tall 5”8, olive skinned woman with impressive DD’s and a curvy figure. She had a bottle of wine in one hand and tossing a pizza in the other. Tiny bits of Pizza dough stuck to the dark hairs on her forearms.
“Mom?” Alice said under her breath.
“Why don’t you help me with the food so your father and I can eat before we go to the opera?”
“Amore” said an olive skinned man as he kissed her mother. “Is the food ready yet?”
“Hi Dad.” Alice said softly.
Her father didn’t look quite as radically different as her mother did. He was still 6’2 and slightly muscular. The only differences Alice noticed in her father was that he was a little hairier and a little darker. He sported a thick mustache with a five a clock shadow and his unbuttoned collared shirt showed off quite a bit of chest hair sticking out.
Alice’s memories began to change. Instead of going to the Irish festival in the summer, her family went to a family reunion with all of their cousins. Instead of her parents brewing beer in their spare time, they made wine each year. Alice remembered all the recipes her mother and grandmother have taught her. She loved to cook.
“Tony’s working tonight so I could use your help making dinner darling.” Her mother asked.
The mental changes finished
“Sure Mom.” Alessandra answered smiling.