As a fan of anime, videogames, and fantasy, the thought had sometimes crossed Robin’s mind: a lot of the female characters were drawn with hair in colors that didn’t occur in nature, but what if it did?
She saw a fountain of sparks shoot out of Cassandra’s ring and disappear into the ceiling, and then before her eyes, her hair changed from blonde to pink, a bright shade of pink that almost exactly matched the color of her bikini top.
She blinked at the posters on her wall. Okay, Ariana Grande with purple hair didn’t really prove anything, but was that Mariah Carey with blue-colored tresses? And Scarlett Johansson busting out of a bikini, her hair a tangerine hue?
She caught the edge of color in her peripheral vision and grabbed at her own shoulder-length locks. Pulling a few strands in front of her face, she saw that they were no longer brown, but lavender in color.
Cassandra was looking in her full-length mirror, playing with her hair. “Oh, wow, this looks really cool!” she squealed.
Robin’s mind was still reeling. How was it logically possible? Women’s hair must have changed composition to allow for a much wider range of possible pigments. To say nothing of DNA -- she wondered if Cassandra’s mother now had pink hair, or if maybe her mother had red hair and her father had the genes for white hair, and they mixed, or --
”I should really thank you,” said Cassandra, swaying back over to Robin and sitting down on top of her legs, facing her.
”Wha --“ Robin started to say something, but Cassandra leaned in and kissed her on the mouth.
She leaned back and wrinkled her nose. “Ew, you’re kind of a dead fish.” She moved her hips forward a bit and felt under Robin’s skirt, where despite the insanity of the situation, her wet pussy was dampening the thong that had replaced her panties. “Not so dead down here, though.”
Robin couldn't help it. She'd always brushed off Cass's advances on her and kept their relationship strictly professional. But with her hot new hair, and with her sitting on her lap, she couldn't deny she was aroused.
An alarmed Robin quickly stood up. Cassandra slid down into a seated position on the carpet. Robin stuttered, “Uh, uh, we really do need to work on the tutoring, uh, uh, whether or not --“
”You’re no fun!” pouted Cassandra, but then she said, “Oh, yeah!” and held up the ring. “Uh, I wish you weren’t worried about tutoring me right now, but instead, uh, you were more like a girl from a porn movie who knew just what to do with me.”
A shower of sparks flew from the ring toward Robin, and he soon felt herself expanding in almost all directions. As she grew a couple of inches taller, she yanked off her sleeveless blouse -- it turned into a frilly blue baby tee on its way down to the floor -- to see her formerly scrawny chest now bulging with breastflesh and turning from a pasty white to a well-tanned light brown. Cassandra was now kneeling in front of her, doing the work of pulling Robin's now even shorter miniskirt and thong down legs as toned and shapely as the rest of her, revealing a pussy that was engorged and proudly glistening with fluid.
No one would have believed she was a virgin. Cassandra’s wish gave her the sexual knowledge of an extremely experienced lover, and she eagerly put his skills to work on the voluptuous pink-haired beauty in the room with her. Cassandra came six or seven times, and then Robin, who had been able to delay her wants for the benefit of her partner, had Cassandra eat her out until she came in what almost seemed like a volcano of clear, sticky juices all over Cassandra’s face and breasts.
She tentatively used a couple fingers to licked a bit off and said, “Ooh, I wish this tasted better.” Robin was busy pulling her altered clothes on over her altered body, but she looked up to see Cassandra attacking the fluid with gusto. “Mmm,” she said approvingly, and then, “Now I wish I could lick this up better.” The ring sparkled, and suddenly, Cassandra’s tongue got longer. Within a couple of seconds, it was about a foot long, and an obviously delighted Cassandra quickly figured out how to use it -- it seemed to be fully prehensile.
The wide-eyed Robin decided she needed to distract Cassandra before she did something else to herself -- or her. “Ready for your tutoring now?” she asked firmly.
Cassandra looked up, and her tongue retracted into her mouth until it looked perfectly normal. Robin was a bit relieved that she wouldn’t be an obvious freak. What she said, though, was...