Cassandra stopped for a second. Something wasn’t adding up. She had gotten everything. The looks, the status, the life that she always wanted, but what was the point if she was just going to be as stupid and bitchy as the other girls I’m her school. Before Cassandra could do anything to change herself back, her breasts grew from a K to an N cup, closer to the size of globes than actually breasts. Her nipples an inch in length and diameter and her areolae were puffy and at least three inches in diameter. Her breasts were perky and firm yet extremely squishy. Her ass plumped up, now double the size of her breasts. Her thigh gap disappeared in an instant as her thighs fattened up. Her hips cracked out and her waist crunched in making her look extremely curvaceous. Her lips went from a sophisticated red to a girly pink and filled up, covering a large portion of her face. Her nails following suit and grew even longer. Her deep green eyes turned bright and the mischievous twinkle in them disappeared as any sign of intelligence disappeared. Her wavy blonde hair gained much more volume and grew down to her knees. Cassandra had a little trouble speaking because of her lips, but that soon wouldn’t be a problem.
Cassandra watched as nude photos of various men and women appeared in her room, it seemed she was now bisexual. Everything turned pink and the clothes in her closet turned into things that only a stripper would wear. The v neck she wore transformed into a pink buttoned crop top with a single button in the middle, with no bra underneath, and her slutty yet still sophisticated black miniskirt turned white and shrunk even further. Her room resembled nothing of the person she had been moments prior. She started to gain new memories and her intellect started to slip. Her name was Camila or as most called her, Camie the Bimbo. She was popular in school, surprisingly enough most boys and girls loved the stupid slut that you could fuck once or twice now and again. She couldn’t remember if she had a boyfriend or girlfriend but she was definitely bi. She was the captain of the cheerleading team and was now a senior in high school. People didn’t love her for her routines, they loved her for how her tits bounced when she did them.
Cassandra clutched her head and her IQ of 105 started to diminish. 90. She lied down. 80. She closed her eyes. 70. She started to cry. 60. She sobbed on her silken sheets. 50. Her libido spiked and she was hyper-sensitive, even the slight blow of wind could put her on the verge of masturbation. 40. She stopped crying and started to drowse off, giggling about nothing.
Cassandra jolted awake. She could tell she was much dumber than before but it had only been about 20 minutes and the changes hadn’t fully settled in yet. Cassandra still found the ring on her hand and made a wish...