Liz wondered where to take her look next. She felt almost fairy like, and
increasingly magical. She had an idea.
First Liz took her bust size down from the man pleasing C's to a waifish A.
She took out a lot of muscle and tone as well from her arms and legs. Then
she dropped her size to an incredibly tiny four inches.
She let her eyes glaze over all white and conjured gossomer reflective double
wings on her back. The final touch consisted of bits of green leaves sewn
together to make a brief skirt and midriff shirt for her to wear.
Lizzy couldn't see herself in the mirror anymore. She was standing below the
bottom of it. She let herself kick off into the air and her wings started beating,
keeping her afloat. Liz felt so light, excitement bubbled up inside of her as
she looked at her new form. A small white haired pixie hovering in her mirror.
Lizzy zipped around the bedroom laughing and giggling with her newfound
freedom.