Mandy taps a finger against her lips, deep in thought again as she stares into the mirror.
You're still deciding whether or not you should change anything yourself, when she straightens up and snaps her fingers.
"Exactly!" she says to no one in particular, "let's exaggerate this shit!"
You watch, nonplussed, as her form begins to shift yet again.
Her dark brown penny loafers change color, the leather turning purple before their thick shapes start to smooth and round out. They've become flats, and a small strap stretches across the surface of each of her feet and latching itself closed on either side, turning them from penny loafers into Mary Janes.
Her socks remain white, but they extend further up her legs, stopping just above her knees. Mandy's A-line skirt loses its line of buttons, each one shrinking and sinking into the brown material. The vertical folds start appearing uniformly across it and the pockets fade away, leaving a brown pleated skirt behind. The skirt shrinks a few inches, stopping around mid-thigh.
The top button of her yellow shirt fastens itself, and the collar shifts and rustles as a length of purple fabric snakes out from under it, quickly tying itself into the shape of a bowtie.
From the waistline of her skirt, to dark strands of leather form. They launch themselves upwards like party steamers, sailing over Mandy's shoulders before looping back down to fasten themselves to the back of her skirt's waist, completing her dark brown suspenders.
You look at her face, thinking she might be done, but her smirk tells you there's still more to come.
Your eyes are pulled down from hers as you see movement around her chest. The yellow fabric of her shirt is pressing forward, the suspenders being pulled taut, as her breasts expand, growing fuller and heavier. In seconds, her respectable B-cups go straight past C's and right into the D range.
Your jaw drops open at this.
Mandy smiles wide at you, and you can see that her two front teeth grown slightly larger than they were before. When she closes her mouth, they are still slightly visible, pressing into her soft lips. These lips aren't exempt from changes either, as they plump up minutely, becoming more kissable.
The freckles on her face darken slightly as they pass over the bridge of her nose, looking more targeted like a styled bit of makeup than the normal complexion of a redhead.
As you focus back on her eyes, you notice them move. Her eyes pull themselves towards each other minutely, giving her the very slightest bit of a cross-eyed look that seems designed for cuteness. A pair of square, black rim glasses pops into the air in front of her face, falling cleanly onto the bridge of her nose.
She snorts in laughter at your continued slack-jawed look as her frame fills out slightly, and she grows a few inches taller, becoming much more shapely. Her rear presses outward somewhat, creating a small curve at the back of her skirt.
"Tho, what do you think babe?" she says with a lisp, her voice now higher and a little more nasally. She gives a new twirl, causing the bottom of her skirt to flutter dangerously high on her legs.
"Thith ith much more appropriate, yeth?" she says with a wink, leaning in to the lisp.
You twist your left foot idly, trying to hold back the warm flush of pleasure in your panties as you look at this beautiful stereotype of a college nerd girl.
"It's...hot as shit..." you finally admit.
She snorts again at how that sounds coming from your girly little form.
"Well then, thall we go downthtairth?" she says, her eyes twinkling at the notion of adventure.