“And just who the hell was that?” Frankie placed her hands on her hips, obviously not very fond of Richard’s female guest.
“Don’t worry babe, it was just my fucking ex-girlfriend. She thought I was still interested in her.” Richard made his way back to the television to finish a movie with his new girlfriend, but he nearly tripped on his pant legs only after a few steps. “Damn, I’m gonna have to buy some new pants.”
“What’s happening to your hair!?” Richard opened his mouth to comment on just what the hell she was talking about, but his sight became obstructed by lengthening strands of hair. His hands immediately grasped the foreign objects away from his face, but found they were firmly attached to his head.
“What the fuck is happening?” Richard asked to no one in particular. He could feel hair crawling down his neck, prickling the skin as it moved downward. Once it reached his shoulders, he grabbed a handful of strands in front of his eyes. They were lengthening right before his eyes! The color was also much lighter than his normal dark brown shade. Distracted by his transforming hair, it took a moment for Richard to avert his eyes to other changes. The pant legs had folded up a lot near his feet as his legs had shortened. “I need to find a goddamn mirror!” However, only a few steps occurred and he tripped and fell onto the carpet below, wincing at the pain in his chest. Brushing the hair out of his way, he took notice of his slimmer hands and longer fingernails. He turned over on the floor and screamed at what he saw happening on his chest.
Meanwhile, Frankie remained preoccupied with her own changes; although swifter they were than Richard’s. She suffered jokes all the time regarding blonde stereotypes, but her college experience under Accounting proved otherwise. However, the changes quickly erased all that. Her tits, though fake, expanded even further to an E-cup, snapping her bra in the process. Her shirt barely contained the new tits and broken bra, but the bra repaired itself and fit snuggly around the new breasts. The shirt’s neckline plunged further, opening up to a valley of cleavage. Meanwhile, the bottom rose up further, showing off Frankie’s new well-toned stomach and belly ring. Her skirt rose almost to her ass cheeks and gained a plaid design. The panties had disappeared completely. Her heels rose a couple of inches, and she stood uncomfortably, but regained a steady posture after a few seconds as her mind adjusted. She had finished her change.
Frankie looked across the room at Richard lying on the floor, awake, but not moving. His transformation had also neared completion. The jeans transformed into a denim skirt, and a very short one at that. From her angle, Frankie could see the hint of pink panties between her legs. The sneakers changed into 4” heels. Richard looked much like herself, although much shorter at 5’4”. She also had a white tank top which barely held the monster tits beneath. Finally, as if commanded by strings, Richard stood up without saying anything.
Richaaarrr…..Riley looked over at her roommate Frankie. “Whoa girl, did I like pass out or sumthin?”
“Riley, you know you shouldn’t drink this early in the day. Besides, with you out of it, I can’t have fun with anyone,” Frankie giggled.
“Ya you got that right. I’m gonna take a shower and like smell good for our dates tonight.” Riley trotted off towards the bedroom.
Frankie saw this as a nice opportunity. “May I come join you?”
Riley only looked back and smiled seductively, hips swaying.