Mandy closes her eyes. She seemed to be thinking hard, paying you absolutely no mind as you stare concernedly at her.
Her hair starts to shrink, pulling up from its normal below the shoulder style and stopping mid-neck. It becomes fairly straight, with only a hint of a wave to it. Mandy lifts up a hand and tucks the hair on one side back, where it is suddenly held in place by a white hair clip. The strand she touched is reddening from its normal brunette color.
A wave of color washes smoothly over the rest of her locks, her short hair settling into a warm copper color.
Mandy's white t-shirt starts to shift, turning a mustard yellow while a collar stretches out from the neckline. An indentation forms in the center of the shirt, quickly dividing itself fully. Before it has a chance to spread apart, buttons start to pop into being, one by one, in a vertical line down from the collar. The top button remains undone.
Moving downward, her jean shorts start to go from denim to cotton, darkening to a rusty brown. The stitching on the legs tears itself open with a sound like Velcro being tugged apart, and the frayed fibers jump horizontally and spin themselves together. Another line of buttons extends down from her waist, and her front pockets enlarge, moving more to the front of her new A-line skirt.
She clicks the heels of her white Nike's together, and their form starts to deteriorate. The laces undo themselves, sliding out of sight back into the shoes, while the tongue and topside of the shoe starts to vanish. The white material starts shifting to a dark brown leather, and the sole turns to black rubber. In moments, her running shoes have been replaced with a prim and proper pair of penny loafers.
Her white no-show socks just barely peek out of the edges of the shoes, but very quickly they started to extend, devouring the surface of Mandy's small feet before moving up her legs, the soft cotton stopping 2/3 of the way up her calves.
You look up and see her smiling down at you, and as you watch her pale face gains a smattering of freckles, while her eyes turn an inviting brown color. Her frame shrinks slightly, becoming more slender and waifish, her clothes rustling as the attempt to keep pace. Her face starts becoming more youthful as she slides back from 26 to age 20.
"What do you think?" she says animatedly, giving a small twirl. You had to admit, she was pretty damn cute. The kind of attractive, nerdy girl that only existed in romcoms or the imaginations of bored guys in lectures.
"I like it," you say honestly, "you look cute as hell."
She giggles, snorting slightly. She puts a hand to her mouth in surprise at making the sound, but can't stop herself from giggling and snorting some more at how she sounds.
You smile at her, glad she's enjoying herself.
"I don't know though, it might be missing something" she says turning to look at her freckled appearance in the mirror, "I like the look, but we've got endless possibilities here, and you've got so much going on."
You glance down at your own girly form. It is much more...well more everything than Mandy's change. Maybe some more changes were in order...