Ayane feels her clothes getting tight. Her bra pops loose first as then button from her blouse begin to fly about the room. at this she jumps up and looks in the mirror for what is happening. One looksee and she begins to sweat making what is coming all the richer of an experience.
A pretty face in any crowd is now showing the obvious growth of fuzzy hairs. worse yet for her soughtern racist mindset she is seeing her perfect white skin darkening to tannned, then brown, and finally black. It is as she touches the black skin it has the feelings of something thicker and rather leathery.
This all is more terrible than she ever thought she could stand to see happen, but it gets worse as from under her long red hair comes poking out ears, pointed furry ears.
As tear burst out and ran down over fuzzy and hairy cheeks Ayane could only stand and watch as her pouty blessed breasts began to deflate.
Turning quickly she knew it had to all be the result of that cream. It was late, maybe too late for her but definately time to read the fine print on the label.