As you look down at your transformed, and you have to admit, stunningly sexy body the lamp gives off another pulse.
You feel what can only be described as a tiny shock run throughout your body and you brace yourself for another
change..... nothing...
You're still a pornographic Disney character, you turn and shoot the lamp a scathing look only to have a bolt of
electricity leap from your eyes and annihilate the lamp, and a good portion of the living room wall. You gasp in shock,
breasts giving a little jiggle, starring at the crumbling drywall. What did that lamp do to you? You concentrate and
point a finger at the charred spot, in a flash the wall reassembles itself good as new!
You're shaking with excitement, you have magic powers! Concentrating hard on your old body you point at yourself,
there's another bright flash and.... nothing. You find yourself looking down through your sheer top and down a canyon
of brown cleavage.
"Well maybe I can at least do something about these clothes." You think stubbornly, and trying to conjure up a
mental image of your old male clothes you shut your eyes and hope for the best.
A flash, you feel clothes rearranging themselves around your body, you open your eyes excited, only to gape in
horror:
Your pants have turned into a tiny miniskirt that barely reaches over your plump butt, the pumps have become
platform Mary Jane's; your bikini top has become a tiny t-shirt that leaves just as much belly exposed and displays
'princess' in glittering silver cursive across your chest, and finally you note that your arms now clad in long arm
warmers with open fingers. Your eyes are wide in terror, the clothes barely changed at all, they were still all sky blue
(albeit no longer see-through), the platform on your shoes are as bad as your pumps were, and the whole ensemble
still leaves practically nothing to the imagination. you can at least be thankful to be rid of your belly piercing and all
the other gaudy jewelry, aside from that though you still had the large triangle earrings, jeweled headband and the
necklace that's now a black leather cocker with another blue gem set in the center.
You cry out in that insufferably girly voice and try again and again but you find you can only get variations of that one harem outfit. Dejected, you 'poof' yourself back into the first outfit (with the arm warmers and Mary Jane shoes) and plop down on the couch, defeated.