"Jess and Angela," you say, "you have the faces of supermodels and the bodies of porn stars, and you're dressed like hookers."
The change happens in the blink of an eye. Jess has gone from a cute, petite blonde to a buxom knockout with pink streaks in her waist-length platinum-colored hair. The pink matches the vinyl minidress that's barely holding in her assets, not to mention the glossy color of her enlarged lips. Meanwhile, Angela has become voluptuous and noticeably taller, her brown hair now only chin-length, framing a face whose beauty shines through a thick layer of makeup. She's wearing a leather halter top and miniskirt; there's a charm dangling from her navel that you presume wasn't there before.
"Holy shit!" exclaims Steve -- not loud enough to constitute a scream. No one walking by seems to notice anything particularly odd, although you see the girls are getting quite a few glances from both men and women. Part of that is probably because they haven't said anything; they're running their hands over their new bodies, exploring as best they can in a public place.
Finally Jess says, still looking down into her deep cleavage, "This wasn't...really...what I had in mind."
"Uh, yeah," says Steve. "I hate to admit it, but this might be too much."
You shoot Steve a little smirk. "Then, hmm -- Jess looks like the ideal version of whoever you thought about the last time you masturbated."
You've known Steve for years, so you know he has varied tastes, but that doesn't fully prepare you for what happens. Jess becomes a Gothic punk type -- she keeps the same buxom body and basically the same face, but now she has porcelain skin, dark makeup, plenty of piercings visible (and probably some that aren't), a few tattoos, and most obviously, a large black Mohawk, the hair sticking up about a foot from the middle of her otherwise shaved head. She's now wearing a black vinyl bikini top and a matching black skirt, not to mention her plethora of silver jewelry; she's even got on a choker with silver letters spelling out "FUCK ME."
"What do you think?" you ask Steve.
He gulps, and says...