Maggie's hair turned a lustrous blonde. She was gazing at herself in the mirror. "Nice" she said. She looked down. "Bigger boobs?" Her c-cups changed to d's. "Big ol' curvy butt?" Her athletic, toned butt became soft and billowy. "Kind of a classic, heart-shaped face with blue eyes?"
"Like a young Marilyn Monroe?" said Taylor. She found the classic blonde beauty Maggie had become weirdly attractive. She hadn't thought that was her type at all, but knowing it was still Maggie inside there made it intriguing. "You want that kind of high, breathy voice?"
"Yeah, and make it so that I giggle easily." Maggie giggled. "I want people to look at me and think I'm a bimbo, even though I want to be just as smart as I am now."
"Done" said Taylor.
"Now" said Maggie "I want to go to a park and sit on a bench and make out with you, in public. Not here though, some other town far away where we don't know anybody and they haven't been influenced by you the way people have been here. And if anyone objects, you can turn them into newts." She giggled.
"OK" said Taylor, "But first." She snapped her fingers, and where Taylor had been standing was a muscular, crew-cut, girljock. "Yum" said Maggie, as she found herself on a park bench, making out with her girl.