Jen let out a sigh as she lay on the couch, an arm lazily hanging off the side as she changed channels without even thinking. It was another night in for the 35 year old single woman. She was yet again at home doing nothing but lazing about. Few friends, no boyfriend, not even a regular fuck buddy. Instead she had her cat Charles who was off doing... Whatever it was he did.
She sat up sightly, he bra-less C cup breasts sucumbing to gravity as she did. She reached for the reason she sat up, her glass of wine, only to find it empty. "God damn it." She complained as she sat up the rest of the way to go for the bottle she had in the fridge. It didn't take her long to move her pajama'd ass over to the fridge and reach into the brown bag to pull the bottle out.
Except.. it wasn't wine. Instead of a glass bottle filled with the adult version of grape juice, it was a spray bottle. Jen looked at it as she pulled it out and saw 'Salve of transformation' written on it. She read part of the label to herself. "Apply for wonderous changes.."
It was odd. As she held the bottle she felt a weird compulsion to use it. Maybe it was the wine thinking. Maybe it was the bottle affecting her. Maybe it was her supreme boredom. Either way, she decided to...