Beryl smiled as she went to her car and drove off. She'd finally quit her hoe job and reached an agreement with Gloria to work at her music shop. It was gonna be nice not having to jerk off guys to take their money. No, this was simple, honest work, and Beryl was alright with that.
She strolled right in, changed into her brown polo and ass hugging shorts, finally getting behind that register. Right on cue, Gloria walked in with a smile.
"Hey there, workin' girl!" Gloria smiled.
"Now remember: make those sales..."
"Okay." Beryl said.
"...and don't let the customers check the discs." Gloria added with a whisper.
'Okay Beryl, you can do this.' the girl thought as a man in a suit walked in carrying some records.
"Hello there." he said casually.
"Hey there bud. What'm I ringing up for you?" Beryl asked.
"Well, I found a record I wanna show my class, but I'm not sure if its scratched or not." the man explained as he showed her the record closed off in a plastic case.
"Oh sure, let's just take it over to the sound test and take a listen." Beryl said as she lead him to a turn table setup.
Out from behind it emerged a chocolate skinned beauty with DD tits squeezed in a tie-dye tank top with a beret.
"Hey honey, name's Kyra, how can ah help you today?" the woman asked.
"We were just bringing this record over to see if it works." Beryl explained.
"And what's his name?" she asked with a smile.
"Ray." he answered.
"Well Ray, ah'm just who you need." she replied.
Kyra popped the record out of its case, holding the font outward as she popped it in. She flipped the switch, but there was nothing but audio feedback.
"Sorry about that, this rig's record player is pressure activated.. would you do tha honors?" Kyra asked.
"Oh, of course." Ray replied and he pressed the record into the player.
Beryl was taking mental notes about how to work the player when she noticed something crawling up Ray's neck. Then she realized what it was when it stopped on top of his lips: one of Gloria's lipstick prints.
His red stained lips puffed up as a rich brown color spread across his pasty white face. Beryl looked on in intrigue as the chocolate brown spread through his entire face, shrinking his jaw and narrowing his chin, shrinking his nose to a petite size, and coating those brown eyes in red eyeshadow and long fake lashes. His hair frizzled up and turned a rich strawberry blonde as those lips turned to a frown.
"What's wrong?" Beryl asked.
"Ah don't know that this is really my style." he said in a thick, feminine ghetto accent.
"Not convinced? How's about some of this?" Kyra asked as she started to scratch the record.
Ray began bobbing to the scratches as his frame shrunk and slimmed down, leaving him as lean and tall as Beryl. The chocolate skin hue spread downwards as his bodyhair melted off.
That's when Ray started to dance along to the music, putting his hands on his hips and swaying them, with his legs spread out. His waist shrunk down to the point where his thumbs were only three inches apart . His fingers themselves were slender and delicate now with pointy red polished nails to boot. With each swing, his hips bulged out a little bit, until his pants ripped open along those thick, browned thighs. The fabric simply fell away to form a pair of cut-off booty shorts, his dress shoes becoming black reebok sneakers.
"Alright, now let's crank this bitch up." Kyra smiled as she loaded another record and began to twist that, too.
That's when Ray turned around and revealed that his dick was gone (the absent bulge and dark stain were the giveaways), and put HER hands on her knees, then she started shaking her ass at Kyra. As Kyra hollored over the music (thank God they didn't have neighbors), Ray's button up shirt started to fill up with rapidly swelling tit flesh. One, two, three, four, the buttons popped off and hit the floor, letting her DDs bob and jiggle freely. then the fabric turned red and the bottom ends tied themselves into a knot that secured the black babes' goods.
Kyra hit an off switch and asked, "How's the set?"
"Gurl, that shit's da bomb!" the girl said as she spun around, giving Beryl an eyeful of an ass as big as the chick's tits,
it looked like she was wearing a homemade thong. She pulled a pair of shades out of her back pocket and put them on, revealing the name "Dj Rei-Rei" printed on.
She rung her up and took her stuff out to her van, a little stunned about what Gloria could pull off.