He dramatically produced... a plaid necktie. Despite her precarious situation, Rhonda crinkled her nose, making a face of bemusement. "A... tie?"
Lou smiled. "Yeah, it supposedly only works once, but..." He trailed off, grinning. "Well, that'd ruin the surprise. Put it on!" He brandished it out, and Rhonda reluctantly took it, walking over to the bathroom mirror once more to fasten it around her neck. She didn't even have a collar, let alone a shirt on. She just had this dumb tank top.
She tightened the knot around her neck. "Like th- shit!" She let out a cry of shock as the changes immediately began. Her face softened, becoming younger, a little thinner, even as an unpleasant metallic taste filled her mouth. Rhonda drew back her plump lips to reveal braces appearing on her teeth.
Her tank top shifted and reconfigured, pushing her tits up as they became a little springer and perkier, but no less small. In no time at all, a white blouse barely contained a pair of big, black, round teen titties. A plaid skirt fanned out, clinging to more toned thighs than before, the ass and thighs still thick as all hell, but less flabby, less saggy. Rhonda looked barely more than a teenager. An utter teen knockout.
Lou laughed, clapping. "Damn, Rhonda. I wish I'd have fucked you after the change."