The outfit said, "Party girl," Edwin observed as he looked over the box he had just been given by the Chronivac. He had decided on random, with full mental and reality changes; Edwin wanted the works. Of course, it would be over in 2 weeks, Edwin was sure he could handle it.
Opening the box, he could see that it looked like those neon-bright outfits worn by slutty teen girls in those old eighties movies. The bust and hips in the photo that the machine had provided him were much too big for the bright pink dress with amethyst tights and green high heels, with a red purse, jade hoop earrings with matching bracelets. A little sticker in the box told him that there would be a full makeup kit in the purse. Still, Edwin was excited.
"I can't believe girls wore that even in the movies. I can't believe boys were that color blind or horny that they wanted to bang girls that dressed like that." Edwin muttered to himself before shrugging and pick and beginning to take off his clothes, all except his boxers.
Grabbing the tights, Edwin slipped them up to his legs, his legs becoming slim and curvy as he did so, his hips widening as his boxers became pink panties, his dick shrank, turning into a cunt, as his balls jumped up into his body to become her pussy, womb, and ovaries. Now a girl, Edwin found a bra in the bag and put it on, the bra causing breasts to grow from her chest until they reached 36c cup.
She then slid the pink dress over her head. When the dress touched her waist, it began to pull inwards, turning into an hourglass figure. Her face shifted to a pretty teen girl's face with her hair growing out as soon as her head popped out of the dress. Her mind beginning to change to match the body she was currently getting, she grabbed the earrings and put them up to her ears which became pierced to let the earrings through them.
She put the bracelets on her arms, causing her wrists to shrink and her fingers to get longer and dainty, pink nail polish appearing on her nails. Her changes almost done, she took the makeup out of the purse. She picked out pink lipstick, blush, eyeshadow, as a joke she even puts some blush on her nose.
Her mind now thinking that she was Candy Dias, a wild party girl dressed like the eighties, Candy slipped her feet into her heels, her feet shrinking and becoming dainty as she did so. Once she was done, a pink phone began to ring in the purse, her room beginning to change, filling up with girly things.
"Hey Jen, no, my dad and adopted sister Dawn want me to eat dinner with them tonight, but after that, we're free to head out!" The now Candy said into the phone, answering a call from one of her girl friends.
"Candy, dinner is ready!" Candy heard her sister Dawn call from downstairs. Sighing, Candy went down to eat dinner with her family.