Steve's eyes virtually glowed with perverse satisfaction. The voice of reason in his head kept citing again and again, "Absolute power corrupts absolutely," but he ignored it.
The transformation, this time, was less of an actual transformation and more of an almost instant replacing of what Janine's boyfriend had been, and what he was now. What he was now was an excessively attractive busty blonde in a tight short skirt and a ridiculously tight shirt, stretched to its limits with the bountious size of his breasts. He blinked a few times and giggled airheadedly, his gaze being instantly drawn to Steve and how indescribably sexy he found him. How desperately he wanted to sleep with him.
"What shall we call you?" asked Steve.
"Call me whatever you want, sir," said Janine's boyfriend.
"Well, Janine II simply won't do. I think I'll call you Alicia," said Steve.
"Mm, all right," said Alicia.
Steve stood up and walked over to where Alicia was standing. There was such a rush coursing through her that she thought she might orgasm right then and there.
"Alicia, dance for me," said Steve, flexing his command muscles.
Alicia started dancing as seductively as she could. There was nothing she could do to stop herself, but she didn't mind, because it gave her the opportunity to rub herself up and down Steve's body. The base of her spine was tingling and she was virtually on fire with a warm need for Steve to take her.
"Alicia, take off your top," said Steve.
She stopped dancing and did so, tossing it at him seductively. He raised it to his face and started sniffing at it, closing his eyes and basking in the sweet smell of his new conquest.