A few minutes pass, before Drake, now V, stops transforming. The purple smoke reveals her pale skin, and her naked body. She examines herself for a while, breaking the silence with, “Beldazzar? Oh no, this voice has to go too,” she says, her voice piercing, the pitch as high as possible. “I wish my voice was a honey smooth contralto.”
“Your wish is my command,” he says.
“La la la~” she says, her voice now significantly deeper. “Perfect~ Now, I wish my skin was naturally bronze, and I wish that my body was very low maintenance.”
“Low maintenance, mistress?”
“Yeah. Like, I don’t have to use the bathroom, I don’t have to sleep for more than an hour a day, I can wash with a bar of store brand soap without my skin drying out or breaking out with acne. I won’t need to use any special shampoos for my hair. I don’t need to eat, or exercise to keep this banging body.”
“Ah, I understand. I assume that you still wish to be able to eat and sleep?”
“Yeah… actually, I wish I could go from wide awake to deep asleep in the blink of an eye, and back again. I wish I had perfect hand-eye coordination, an amazing memory, and that I can go from Just-Woke-Up to looking like I had just been styled by an army of the world’s best stylists for hours within a few seconds.”
“Your wishes are my command, Mistress,” he says, as her skin darkens. Her skin becomes silky smooth, any hair falling out almost immediately. She heads into her walk-in closet and comes out looking like a run-way model. Skin-tight pants cover her lower half, revealing the shelf of her hips. Her breasts are contained by a curtained single strap crop-top, which reveals a significant amount of cleavage and under-boob. Her outfit reveals her rock-hard abs to the world.
“So, Beldazzar,” she says, “Nice outfit. Do I have any maids?”