Sofia realized that it was a lame and stupid and nonsensical plan to punish Ben for raping her by trapping him in a girl's body with her as her mother. Her change was secured by an ear ring that ensured that ensured that she stayed as Olga. Ben's resistance broke its hold but as far as she had known, her 'husband' and two other daughters hadn't noticed shit.
She reached for her bag under the spare tire which contained her Sofia ID, money, clothes and other items essential to becoming Sofia. Anna was contained by a pair of enchanted panties and bra, if the panties had worked, that were a part of her body. If Ben broke Anna's hold over him, the panties and bra would emerge out of his body, and drained of their power, be simple teen girl's underwear.
Olga had an earring that was not on the lobe but higher on the ear, hidden behind her ear and covered by hair. Nude Olga stood. Her body was that of a 5. 9 model with dyed blond hair and breasts drained by having three kids. If she had a fault it was that she was too toned, trying too hard. Sofia's body was that of a woman some 15 years and three kids younger. Light swimming and youth were enough to keep her figure.
The Chinese man and his daughter had assured her that in this alternate reality time would pause. How Sofia kept having moving sickness when she was only just pregnant, then 20 weeks, in her dream she couldn't explain. Perhaps she should have mentioned the pregnancy to the couple. She couldn't give a fuck about the baby, only her future ability to be a mother.
She reached for the sapphire in the ear ring and unscrewed it like a light-bulb from the socket. Once the sapphire was free of its holder she staggered as the changes took over. She shrank by several inches as she took on her normal form. Her hair darkened to that of her Italian background as her figure became fuller. Her breasts expanded as did her ass, her booty worthy of an Atlanta stripper.
Her grey eyes darkened to liquid brown and her face became less angular and more round. More pleasant looking than Olga's of late. The small cleft in her chin appeared that was a trait of her mother and grandmother. She massaged her large breasts like lost children 'Welcome back girls...' she moaned.
Being Halloween she had a costume for her purposes of blending in with the crowd. She reached for a black bra designed to show her cleavage but not her nipples and pulled on a glittering red tank top, a headband with two battery lit red horns adorned her head. Black panties with black cut off shorts, with black knee high boots that zippered up to her knees. Within a minute she looked like a succubus performing Satanic rights.
She spent another minute tucking in her at times unruly breasts, she applied blood red lipstick to her full lips and reached for the gun Olga had. It was a purse gun from after WW2 Google had informed her, clone of James Bond's Walter PPK. She had cleaned it because she didn't want the real Olga done for what she was about to do. Likewise she had kept it, she had read online that being made in the late 1940s and in a country that no longer existed meant that she had something untraceable.
She had been shooting with her police cousin more than once, thinking he could fuck her for showing her how to handle a pistol. Sofia was a reasonable shot and had to drop Anna before killing him. She had her story in place, she was a babysitter and he had drugged and raped her. DNA tests of her child would show that that he had fucked her.
She hadn't ruled out finishing herself off.
She looked like a Halloween villain but she was a crusader going to kill real evil and she wanted to look Ben in the eyes as she ended him...