A small, sparkling swirl rose from the spilled bottle. Soon, even as Stella fingered herself to another satisfaction, and slightly luminescent fog filled her apartment causing the outlines of her possessions to seem to shimmer and become less certain. Her portrait seemed to stretch in all directions, changing from a subdued head shot photograph to a full body, life size painting of her new, lush form. The colors on her walls shifted as well, until nothing remained of the shy, mousy Stella having been replaced by a newer, uninhibited version.
In the apartment below Hannah Wiedergraf had stayed home from work to nurse a touch of the flu. Upstairs her neighbor Stella was busy humping something or someone, again. Whatever had possessed her to move in downstairs from someone with such an open attitude about their porn profession was lost behind the annoyance of cheesy music, loud noises, and her current headache. Generally it was nothing a hot bath and a little chicken soup couldn't fix, but she was having difficulty concentrating today.
Upstairs Stella thrummed a vibrator into her sopping pussy while she read a script. The plot was thinner than the paper it was written on, but there were some interesting hard core scenes that might prove a bit of a challenge, even to a pro like her. She shifted a little so a camera could catch her motions better, then frowned, stretched back, and started over. The new view was better, but trying to pull it off too long would make her lose her balance. Sighing she clicked the camera off, then turned the page. The footage she had could be edited later for her personal website, but she still needed something special for the anniversary show at the end of the month. Sure, she had a lot going on, but she loved everything about her work, Cussing quietly she dropped the vibrator (having let go of it with her hands over a minute ago), and tried to scoop the small puddle of perfume back into the bottle. 'Total Whore' was her favorite scent, as well as her personal philosophy on life, but it was also damn expensive. Miffed, she screwed the lid back on, puzzled why the label read Pornstar Perfume today.
Hannah sneezed again while adding menthol salts to the bath. She hated the smell, but it was better than whatever her annoying neighbor upstairs was filling the air vents with. Something that to her smelled like a hooker's used panties crossed with the absolute worst sort of cheap imitator's fragrance. She never noticed as the puddle of perfume on her ceiling coalesced into a single drop that rippled sensually across her bath. She lit a sandalwood scented candle and drew her curtains before slipping into the water. For a brief moment she swore she smelled roses before something warm and relieving flowed through her.
Stella blinked. Something strange was going on. Sure, doing yoga in the nude, in the fully mirrored room, was her usual routine, but there was a lingering sensation of something... Shifting? Idly her mind drifted to the complaint that prude downstairs had sent her, only to pause. Hannah wasn't a prude. Sure, she wasn't as into the girl on girl scenes the way Stella herself was, but for a girl that sidelined in the biz she put up a good showing. Besides, she was scheduled to do a photo spread together that weekend for some magazine or other. She didn't really care which, nor how much money she would be making, as it was both publicity and exposure.
Hannah purred as the waters washed over her. In moments all traces of the flu had left her. A few minutes later and her appendix scar washed away as well. Her breasts didn't swell the same way Stella's had, instead tightening, lifting, and perking up. Her hair straightened, smoothed out, and took on a lustrous, silky black color. Her eyes canted slightly, as her Asian heritage refined itself. Collagen puffed her lips up, and her breasts inflated shortly thereafter as silicon implants formed themselves inside her. She smiled as her tan lines disappeared. Slowly, one hand slid down the silky smooth skin of her abdomen. After all, why waste a good bath and scented candle session without a little masturbation?