Natasha's perspective:
Natasha walked home with her friends dropping off Eve, Eliza, Marie, and Lily before heading onward with Naomi. As they walked to their apartment she regarded Naomi skeptically. "You really think she was a real magician?"
Naomi turned to look at her inquisitively followed by a shrug. "Who knows but, if she's real then we got really lucky. If she's not, well... at least it didn't cost us anything, right?" She turned to walk backwards smiling at Natasha.
"I suppose you've got a point, it would be nice to get my wish after all." She primped her hair and then tossed it behind her. She took more than a little time each day to maintain her looks. To be young and beautiful with no effort on her part? That was a dream come true. They came up on their apartment and as usual Naomi rushed up the door to open it for Natasha. "After you Princess..." She said with a grin. With a roll of her eyes Natasha walked inside giving a friendly smile to Naomi in return.
Once inside her room, Natasha divested herself of her clothing and stood before her vanity mirror. Her ample D cups weren't a match for Eve's DD's but, her figure was almost a match for Naomi's. She knew well that her body was the envy of many men and women around her with the stares she always received. Just thinking about their jealousy of her made her body feel hot. As she stared at her reflection, her breathing increased and her face flushed. She laid out on her bad keeping her eyes locked on her image as she slowly lowered her hand covering a heart shaped patch of fuzz over her vagina.
She sunk her fingers within herself and rubbed slowly with purpose as she cupped her left breast in her hand. She preferred to masturbate in front of the mirror, it kept her mind on what was important. She kept the massaging motions slow as she locked eyes with her reflection. As the fluid started to run she picked up her pace, fingers slick with effort. She pinched her nipple for good measure and bit her lip at the first hint of a moan. As often as this happened, she'd prefer that Naomi didn't hear about it, what would she think? Instead, she pulled her fingers giving them a good suck before she grabbed her shirt to bite down on. She returned to the deed at hand with full vigor, the shirt muffling her moans so sweetly. Hips bucking involuntarily she released on the end of her bed, face flushed and breath husky. With the night come to an end, she laid under her covers and slept.
It was almost noon the next day when she awoke. She stretched noticing that she felt so stiff this morning, maybe she could shower it loose. With Naomi out on her morning routines, Natasha had no reservations about walking nude into the bathroom. She hung her towel on the rack to the side of the shower and stepped inside. As she scrubbed her body, she felt that her body was unusually stiff after all, almost hard to the touch. She even noticed that she couldn't reach her shampoo on the top rack... Becoming worried about what was happening she stepped out of the shower and looked into the mirror. There she saw what was happening to her...
Her skin had taken on a dull color as if it had been painted on. She leaned forward to get a better look, her breasts resting on the sink counter as she did. Trying to shake her head failed as her neck took on the painted color and refused to move. Fully panicked she grabbed the door handle with both hands feeling them stiffen as she reached upward. Her heart beat rapidly and her chest heaved in the throes of panic as she stepped onto the circular white rug in the living room. Two steps into the center and her legs froze in a running position as all around her the room grew in size. The only thing that didn't grow was the white rug her foot was stuck to. Soon she couldn't feel her heart or chest anymore, she looked downward with her eyes and saw that her body had frozen in place. Her breasts were heaved upward and nipples stuck out hardened to points. Her last thought was to scream as loud as she could as the change overtook the last of her.
There in the middle of the room standing cheerfully jumping up from its white base was a foot tall figurine. A very beautiful and young girl on full display for the only other person in the room. The person stepped forward from their place on the couch to pick up and inspect the fine details of the figurine. Everything was in perfect detail down to a painted on heart shaped patch over its vagina. Nodding satisfactorily, they placed the figurine on the coffee table. Wouldn't want it to get broken on the floor after all, once last snap laid out some final adjustments for the figurine and apartment. When the person left, they walked out of the single roomed residence of a young college athlete.