As the girls drew closer to the aisle, they saw a sign above it labeling it as "Asian Aisle" in big, bold letters. "Looks like we comin' to da right place," Bree noted.
"Sure does," Gina nodded as she stepped into the aisle and eyed the goods. "Lupe says she thinks it looks insanely cool. She's super into Japanese and Chinese stuff... including my old body." Gina winked and snickered. She then glanced down at a rapidly stiffening Lupe. "You can save the lewd comments for when I've gotten my old ethnicity back, honey. It's beyond distracting when you tent my thong like that. See, my new friends are all staring at you."
It was true. Tori and Bree couldn't help but gawk lustfully as Lupe's erect shaft pushed Gina's tiny yellow thong out far enough to reveal the girl-turned-cock in all her phallic glory. What Tori and Bree saw floored them. Lupe had seemed to be a fairly modest cock when flaccid, but she was DEFINITELY a grower! Now fully hard, Lupe had tripled in length from a little over three inches to a whopping nine and a half inches! It was a minor miracle that she hadn't torn Gina's straining panties to shreds. In spite of her erection, Lupe's snug foreskin continue to tightly hug her tip.
"Damn, girl!" Bree gasped. "You be muthafuckin' hung!"
"Yeah, Lupe's a giant!" Tori nodded in shock. "She sure wasn't that huge when she was soft!"
"Oh don't sound so damn showy!" Gina said to Lupe with an exasperated sigh. "Yes, I know it's a really cool trick, but there's no need to take such a self-satisfied tone! Ugh, theater geeks!"
"Still not sure I'll ever get used to hearing you having one-way conversations with your cock, Gina," Tori chuckled.
"It's not my fault that I'm the only one who can hear Lupe's telepathy," Gina said. "That's just the way sentient body parts work according to Circe."
"Can Lupe still see and hear, or does she only have a sense of touch?" asked Tori asked.
"She can see and hear through her uretha," Gina answered, "but her vision's usually obscured unless I take off my thong and tug back her foreskin. Her hearing's quite a bit better than her vision, though." Gina paused and glanced in Lupe's direction. "Lupe says that having such a great foreskin's worth not being able to see."
"I'm glad she's happy," Tori smiled. "You two really do have a nice hood; nice and tight. Now we'd better quit chatting and start looking for something to fix you."
The three girls began examining the shelves carefully. "Hmmm... I definitely don't want to turn my skin into jade," Gina mused as she passed over an amulet.
"Betchu ain't plannin' on becomin' no psychic bamboo plant neither," Bree chuckled as she read the label on a potion. "Sweet Lawd! Some'a dis shit be so fuckin' wack!"
"These pills turn you into an anime character," Bree said. "Any good?"
"Not really," said Gina. "Not all anime characters are ethnically Asian, and most of the ones that are just look like white people with blue hair or something. Oh, don't sound so disappointed, Lupe. You'll like me just fine without blue hair. I know you're a huge otaku, but 90% of this body is mine, and I just don't want to spend the rest of my life looking like a refugee from Sailor Moon."
"Hey, this looks promising!" Tori said, pointing to a platter of dumplings and reading the label. "They're called Homeland Dumplings. You just have to eat one to turn into a member of the race encoded in the dumpling's enchantment within thirty seconds. They come in Japanese, Chinese, Korean, Vietnamese, Thai, Burmese, Cambodian, Laotian, Mongolian, Indian, Nepali, Bhutanese, Tibetan, Sinhalese, Malay, Javanese, Sundanese, Balinese, Manchu, Ainu, and Filipino flavors. Jesus Christ, you can't say that Circe didn't cover all the bases with these things!"
"You can say that again!" laughed Gina.
"They even break the Chinese and Indian flavors into subtypes," Tori added. "The Indian dumplings are divided into Punjabi, Bengali, Tamil, Telugu, Gujarati, Malayali, Rajasthani, Kashmiri, Deccani, and Assamese flavors, and the Chinese ones are divided into Beijingese, Shanghainese, Cantonese, Hong Kongese, Han Taiwanese, Sichuanese, Hokkien, Hui, Putianese, Hakka, Foochowese, and Jianghuai flavors. Which one's accurate to your specific heritage, Gina?"
"My parents are from Taiwan," Gina answered as she browsed the crowded shelves herself. "So I'd go with the Han Taiwanese dumpling. Hey, this is pretty cool." She held up a cone-shaped piece of fried tofu filled with rice that vaguely resembled a fox ear. "The label says its called the 'Fried Tofu of the Nine-Tailed Fox Goddess.' Long name, I know. The label says it's supposed to turn you into a nine-tailed fox spirit (also known as a huli-jing, a kitsune, or a kumiho) if you eat it. A huli-jing can shift between the form of an Asian human, a nine tailed fox, and an anthropomorphic mix of the two."
Gina suddenly glanced down at Lupe. "I've got no idea, sweetie. I guess you might get a canine knot in the vixen and anthro forms, but I'm not enough of an expert to make promises." She shook her head and smiled. "I know you have exotic tastes, but that's seriously some next-level kinkiness right there."
"Yo homies, look what I got!" Bree shouted, running up to Gina and Tori with a full-body costume in her arms. She held it out, revealing it to depict a majestic anthro East Asian dragon with azure blue scales and magnificent catfish-like whiskers. "Ain't dis da bomb?! It gonna turn ya into an anthro dragon! It even give ya minor weather control. Ya know, makin' it start and stop rainin', makin' a breeze blow, adjustin' da humidity, shit like dat. It even gonna let ya fly, wit'out wings even!"
"Hmm..." Gina mused, wondering what she would look like as a scaly dragon-woman... and what a dragon's cock might look like.
"Okay, looks like we've found some pretty cool stuff for you to consider using, Gina," Tori said. "Now you just have to pick. I think the dumplings are the best option if you just want a simple return to your Chinese ethnicity, and the fried tofu thing and dragon costume are great if you want something more... exotic. So, what looks good to you?"