Cindy arrived back at her sorority with her head abuzz. She could not think of any way she could use the perfumes to get better modeling jobs. Sure she could make herself different, if not better, but she really did not know how long the magic lasts. It would take time to learn how best to use the little vials. In the mean time she was thinking about some fun she could have.
Cindy figured she could go out to a club tonight. But first she would bump her chest up a few sizes. She had noticed other vials she wanted to try. Legs(+), lips(+), hair length(+), hair colour(random) and more; she could make herself quite a looker. A walking pin-up that the guys would fight for, maybe. Cindy was surprised to find she was getting excited. Her heart was pounding even. Her body was something to be played with.
Or, possibly other peoples too?
Cindy shut herself in her room. She had almost run through the small group home to get there without anyone noticing her little purchase. The other girls seemed peculiarly absent for the afternoon. Cindy had lots of time to plot.
First, she searched the little box thoroughly. She made a careful survey of all the little bottles. The inscription under the lid matched all the glass bottles and every slot was filled. Pulling up the tray, Cindy searched for any sort of instruction. A warning label, a guideline, ingredient list or anything. She found nothing. Cindy could not decide if this was a good sign or not. Were the potions harmless and foolproof? Or were they supposed to come with verbal instruction?
Cindy decided to try one just to be sure. Pulling out the hair-length(+) vial, she spritzed a bit above her scalp. Her head tingled for almost a minute after. Getting up to look in her mirror she found her locks slowly descending. When the tingles stopped so did her hair. One spray added about three inches of length. Cindy decided to wait and see how long it would last before doing anything more to herself.
While she waited, the anticipation to play a trick was too much for her. She thought about misting a friend with something. It would be fun to watch her trying to deal with something weird happening. But it would be too obvious that Cindy was behind it. If only there was some way to do it without the target noticing.
Cindy eventually had to visit the bathroom. While washing her hands inspiration struck. The pump bottle of liquid soap was new. One of the other girls must have just purchased it for the house. If Cindy added the contents of a bottle to the soap then the other girls would dose themselves just by washing their hands. She would mix it well and hope that a only a little bit of potion would be dealt to each person. Then she could act none-the-wiser and laugh at the reactions.
Quickly grabbing the bottle she sneaked back to her room. Twisting off the top, she grabbed a spare pencil and tested swirling the soap. It would work. All that remained was which potion to use.