Odette fumed silently at the image of herself in the mirror while her dress crumpled in the corner. Inspecting herself closely had taken a few minutes. Minutes filled with disbelief. Her skin was smooth and tanned and blemish free just as Loki had said. To her surprise she had lost all the hair below her eyes which had included her private areas. She looked good all over, she had to admit. Her face was nearly glowing with youthful beauty, even in the atrocious florescent lights of the bathroom. There was nothing to be angry about, she could have told herself, if she was not so busy sulking.
Leaning against the counter on widely spaced hands her new breasts hung down, unhindered by any sort of clothing. Odette was wearing nothing but white, thigh-high, nylon stockings and a pair of light-blue, satin panties which matched a bra that would never fit her again. Her breasts were round and perky and at least two cup-sizes larger than before the prom. They seemed to defy the natural inclination of most breasts to flop or sag. Odette's breasts were firm and round and unnaturally held together and thrust up towards her chin. It was as if her breasts were being held up by invisible faeries who never let go. Turning quickly or hopping produced a little bit of jiggling and bouncing but her breasts always returned to their proper place; together and high, forming the sort of cleavage that should only have been possible with restrictive clothing and wire jabbing her in the ribs.
After this, Odette tried to touch her toes. Bending was something that she could not do any more. Her neck was free to move. Her legs were normal from the hips down. She had freedom of movement for her hips. Leaning forward and back was possible by pivoting at her hips. Her arms were completely mobile around the shoulder joints. It was just her spine from the shoulders to her butt that had changed. Odette could twist a little but going to far was increasingly difficult and it was like rubber bands were pulling her back to the front. Leaning side to side was not possible. It was as if Odette had forgotten what muscle movements were needed. Hunching her shoulders, or slumping her back was equally just as futile. Trying to curve her back was an exercise in frustration. Every time she tried to curl forward there was a moment of hesitation before she began bending at the hips. Defeated, Odette slouched against the counter.
Looking in the mirror, Odette focused on her waist. The extreme hour-glass shape of her body was so unnatural to her. Running her hands down her sides she shivered as they followed her sides in further that they had ever before. At the narrowest point, goose-bumps broke out across her body and she inhaled sharply. She pulled her hands away. It was so weird to Odette that her body could be so firmly grasped by nothing at all. Returning her hands to her waist again, Odette found her heartbeat increasing and a warmth spread across her body. Her nipples sprung to life and swelled remarkably quickly. Odette removed her hands and calmed down.
"This is not fair," Odette said aloud to her image.
"If that is your opinion, Odette," said a mysterious voice from the mirror, "then perhaps I have a deal you would be interested in."