You look at the mirror above the dresser in your bedroom, at your new, naked dark- haired, dark-skinned body. "I'm a totally sexy babe," you say in a soprano voice that sounds unfamiliar to your ears. With that, there's a pulse of light from the lamp that you thought was a toy.
You feel your body tingling again. Your breasts start to swell again, and you put your hands on them to feel the expansion. By the time they're done, they appear to be about the size of large honeydew melons. As you take your hands away, you realize that you were so engrossed in the breast growth, you didn't notice your fingernails growing by about three-quarters of an inch; they now have white tips and look like you've just had a manicure done.
Your black hair grows out of its shoulder-length style, cascading down your back until it reaches just past your ass. It then twists itself into a braid. A gold band encircles the braid every six inches or so, and then a gold tiara appears atop your head, a large blue stone in the middle.
A bikini top appears on you, colored to match the blue stone in your hair, outlined in gold and with gems dangling from it. Whatever material it's made of, it's sheer enough that your dark nipples and areolae are fully visible -- and that's in addition to all the cleavage that's being revealed. A matching pair of harem pants then appears, a band of gold at the waist and gold cuffs around your ankles at the bottom. Like the top, the pants are sheer enough that your shapely legs are on display, and if not for a few long strands of dangling jewels, your pussy would probably be visible as well.
You feel yourself getting taller, then realize that you've only been forced up onto your tiptoes by shoes that have appeared on your feet -- a matching blue pair of pumps with 6-inch stiletto heels and long, pointed toes that curl up at the end.
You're now wearing a large gold necklace with a trio of jewels set into it, as well as a pair of triangular-shaped gold earrings. A gold chain with a dangling jewel appears in your now-pierced navel.
Finally, cosmetics are applied to your face as if by an unseen hand. Your eyelashes lengthen and darken as eyeliner and eye shadow fade into existence. Rouge shows up on your cheeks, obvious even with your dusky skin, and your lips become red and glossy, and maybe even a bit larger.
You can hardly believe what you're looking at in the mirror, even after feeling the sensations of the transformation. You look like you've stepped right out of a porn movie version of "Aladdin," albeit one with a very big budget for makeup and costumes -- the gold and gems that are part of your outfit look real.
They probably are real, you think as you look at the lamp.