"Megan." Sam said confidently as she turned back to look into the mirror.
"Her name is Megan? No last name? No back ground?" I asked feeling confident I had caught her trying to manipulate me. Sam let out a sigh and turned back to me. "Fine." She crossed her arms creating a canyon of cleavage. I forced myself to look away so that she couldn't continue to distract me with her breasts. She let out another sigh. "Fine. Her name is Megan Singh.... She's an astronaut.... That's been to the international space station 5 times." Sam said flatly. It was clear she was making all of this up as she went.
"Megan Singh? That's an interesting name.... Singh... What is that? Pakistani?" I said trying to make Sam continue her ruse. There was an awkward couple of seconds of silence while Sam was obviously coming up with a bio for the fictious Megan Singh.
"No Pete it's Indian. Her parents immigrated from New Delhi, and a couple years later they had Megan. I can't believe you didn’t know this?" Sam scoffed. "Megan was a super smart student and a really good soccer player. You know you need to be more than just smart to be an astronaut." I just nodded my head letting her continue. "On top of being smart and athletic, she's also beautiful. Like she is the total package Pete. I am shocked you've never heard of her."
I was actually impressed by Sam's quick thinking. "There's no way douchey Jock Sam was this clever." I thought to myself. Sam continued telling me more about the made up Megan Singh, though I was only half listening. I had begun thinking about the a couple of the cute Indian girls I knew in college. I always found them sexy in an exotic sort of way. "Man Prisha had such great hair... And Diya was so cute.... It's too bad they were both pretty flat chested.... Then again they both pretty skinny... and they both had really nice bubble butts...."
"PETE!" Sam said getting my attention back on her. "Are you listening to me at all?" Sam asked slightly annoyed. Focusing back on Sam, something seemed off. "Wait... Is she getting tan...." I realized my day dreaming about Prisha and Diya seemed to be altering Sam. I just grinned and watched as small changes began to appear across her head.
"Pete?.... Shit!" Sam recognized what that grin meant as she spun back to the mirror. We both watched on as her skin darkened to a light caramel color. Her brown hair began to darken as it grew thicker and extended down to her midback. Sam brought a hand up to her face as we watched her eyebrows become thicker and her nose more prominent. Her face widened slightly as her chin shifted to more of a point. Her big brown eyes took a slightly more almond shape as the changes to her face seemed to finish.
Sam blinked a couple times. It was like she couldn't believe that the now cute Indian face in the mirror belonged to her. As she inspected her new face I realized the changes were moving down her body. Her upper body began to look thinner, as her melon sized breasts began to lose mass. Luckily those changes quickly subsided sparing her from ending up flat chested and leaving her thin, but not overly skinny.
As the wave of changes continued on I watched her hips widen slightly as her butt rounded out leaving her with a nice bubble butt. Her smooth caramel legs thinned slightly as I saw her lose a couple inches of height. When the wave of changes final subsided I was quite happy with the end result. Sam's old form had been infused with all of the traits that I found so attractive in Prisha and Diya. Sam now stood about 5'5" and looked to be a bit thinner than she was a moment ago. Her thin waist and lean arms and legs gave her a delicate look, while her new found bubble butt and moderate breasts added a dash of sexiness to her lean body. The cherry on top was her beautifully exotic face. She looked like she could be an Indian actress or model.
"Pete! WHAT THE HELL!" Sam said shocked at her new appearance.