The question hung in the air for a moment while Jen and Naomi considered each other.
"I'll go," Jen said when Naomi failed to jump in.
"OK, what do you want to be?" Cathy said as she tried to stand up. The fact that her feet and legs were simply inflated balloons made this difficult. The plastic of her skin creaked and rustled when she moved. Cathy moved over to Naomi's dresser and tried to open a drawer. The drawer remained stubbornly closed even when Cathy shook her whole body. "Can somebody please open this for me?"
Naomi moved to help her sister. Once it was opened, Cathy pulled out a large t-shirt and pair of sweat pants. She proceeded to try and dress herself. The task was made difficult by her inflated body which prevented her limbs from moving smoothly. Cathy was delighted that such a simple task was made so awkward by her current condition and soon she was laughing. Naomi tried to help her but the sisters were soon giggling and pushing each other around.
While the two were occupied Jen was thinking furiously. She had made a list of little changes that she wanted: slightly bigger breasts, longer legs, tighter waist, pouty lips, longer blonder hair. Jen decided that she wanted to be a better version of herself. She had finally decided on her final look when Cathy, finally dressed, started paying attention to her.
"Well have you decided what you want?" Cathy asked again. She tried to sit on the desk but she was not used to her light body. Cathy hopped a little to high and bounced off her inflated butt before she landed back on the floor. This caused the sisters to break into a new round of laughter.
Jen started telling Cathy exactly what she wanted. She had to speak loudly over the giggles of the girls as Naomi lifted her sister easily off the floor. Naomi's body squeaked loudly as she tossed Cathy's balloon body onto the desk. The rubber girl righted the inflated black-and-white girl holding her still. As Jen finished her description, Cathy again focused on the task at hand.
"You want me to do all that to you right now?" Cathy said a little out of breath. "It sounds like you want to be some pin-up blond bimbo."
"Hey, I'm not asking why you want to be a pool-toy," Jen retorted. "Besides I don't want to be trashy. Think more classy; like statuesque or like a glamorous doll."
"Sure, whatever," Cathy said. Cathy then asked Jen the question and Jen responded quickly. "Fine, Jen you will transform into that Barbie doll like girl you described just now."
Jen was about to protest. Cathy obviously had not bothered to listen to exactly what Jen had said. Jen had been very careful in her listing qualified sizes and shapes. But as the feeling of change crept up her body, Jen wondered if Cathy's phrasing would be sufficient.
She felt rather than saw the first swelling of her breasts. Jen could feel the weight increase in her bra and her hands rose to cup the new shape. Jen could feel the expanding flesh push against her hands and she felt her top slide around to accommodate the increased volume. Next she felt the muscles on the sides of her body flex. Her abs and lats stiffened all around her torso. As they squeezed she could feel her waist shrink away, becoming the narrow, tight body that Jen had always longed for. With the inflating breasts and shrinking middle Jen was sure she was starting to look a little top heavy.
That was when her legs started to stretch. As if she were slowly rising onto her toes, Jen found her view of the room rising. She could feel her legs lengthening. She could feel them becoming long and slim. With her new height she stood up straighter. She felt as if her neck was longer as she held her head high and her shoulders back. A tingle across her face marked the change she had asked for; now her eyes would be smoky, her cheeks rouged, and her lips glossed without make-up. Her lips stung for a moment and she felt the surge that marked her new kissable lips. Jen felt her hair grow rapidly down her back. She knew it would become a lighter blond with pale highlights.
"How do I look?" she asked the others. "Not too trashy, right?"
"Wow, Jen," Naomi gasped. "That is quiet and improvement. You look super-model hot."
"Yeah, I'm sorry I thought you would look like a hooker," Cathy said.
"Thank-you," Jen said grinning slightly. Her hands roamed over her new body as the last of the changes were finishing up. Her breasts were filling out at an impressive size. Bigger by a cup size or two from her normal DD's. Her waist slowed at the very narrow twenty-one inches, and her legs stopped when they were about sixty percent of her total body length. But the magical feeling of change did not disappear.
Confused, Jen sought a sign on her body. Her hands roamed as far as they could when suddenly she noticed the skin was smoother than it had been. Jen's hand suddenly turned a flawless shade of pink and glistened as if it were made of plastic. Her fingers fused slightly leaving her thumbs free; like mittens. The grin on her face would have vanished in panic if it too had not suddenly become permanently stuck in place. Her face frozen like a doll's, Jen was smiling a sexy smile with bedroom eyes and pursed lips. Her feet suddenly pointed and Jen found herself teetering on high-heeled feet without the heels. Putting a hand out to steady herself, Jen found her joints stiffened and she toppled onto Naomi's bed.
"Ahh," Jen moaned through sexy lips that resisted being moved. "I can barely move. What happened to me?" When she finished talking her mouth instantly jumped back to the slight smile she had before.
"Holy crap! You've turned into a life-size Barbie," Naomi exclaimed unhelpfully.
Jen stiffly tried to use her mitten like hands to search her face, hair and bust for any part of her that remained normal. "Oh, I won;t be staying like this for long. Who's next?"