...if it's possible for you to transform me?" Mrs. Bradley asks bashfully.
"You want to ask my girlfriend to transform you?" you ask.
"Yeah,.." Mrs. Bradley awkwardly responds.
"Ooh... that's interested in feeling things for yourself, Mrs. Bradley, but what makes you want to be someone?" Your shapeshifting girlfriend asks running her hands across Mrs. Bradley’s body.
"You could say it’s been a desire to experience things as someone else for a long time." Mrs. Bradley says as if lifting a weight off her chest.
"So you wanna talk about it?" You ask quite curious about why this interests her. With a sigh Mrs. Bradley confessed, "It started when I wears my daughter's clothes as I pretend to be Claire, looking into the mirror and seeing my daughter. Claire quickly caught on me and told me that I am well... too mature to wear her clothes at my ages. Whenever I saw a piece of clothing of some girls at my daughter's age or even super models that I couldn’t wear I would imagine myself as a different person wearing it. When I saw a big bra I would imagine myself as a big breasted Black woman. I’ve amassed quite the collection over the years to fulfill my imagination. S...sorry for being weird, kids. And to be honest, I just telling you about it.”
"Wow, that’s quite a lot. May I see your clothing, Mrs. Bradley?" your girlfriend asks.
“Well, it’s kinda embarrassing but I'll show you. All these little boxes for all the personalities I want to experience." Mrs. Bradley shyly smiles her face turning beet red.
"Oh wow, Mrs. Bradley. You certainly are into all this and I can tell your quite eager to get started. Come tell me your most desired form." Your shapeshifting girlfriend asks intently. Mrs. Bradley ponders the question for a second before whispering something to your girlfriend. "Oh yes, that’s certainly interesting, I would’ve done the same." Your girlfriend says as she touches her fingers to Mrs. Bradley’s forehead and you see Mrs. Bradley's body begin to change into that of...