Lydia glared at her sister, who was failing miserably to hold back fits of giggles. Looking down at her
body, Lydia shook her head in disgust at what she saw. Gone were the soft tan curves she had given herself,
replaced by lean hard muscle, dyed hair and pale skin. Putting her hands on her hips and looking back to her
sister she did her best to shoot Cally a look that could kill. Cally kept right on giggling, managing to gasp
out in between laughing fits "Aww you look so cute, especially when you're angry! I think you've found your
new look." One corner of Lydia's mouth pulled up into a sly smile as she heard this last part. Taking
advantage of her new athletic reflexes, she snatched the watch out of Cally's hand before Cally could react.
"Okay, if you like it so much you can have it" she said with a wicked gleam in her eye.
Waving the watch, she said "Repeat after me: I am a purple haired punk girl.who absolutely loves tattoos."
No sooner were the words out of Cally's mouth then the transformation began. As she came out her trance Cally
felt her hair pull back into a close-cropped rocker haircut. Next her skin began going from her perfect tan to
a shocking white complexion, or at least mostly white. As her right leg lightened, blotches of ink began
appearing under her skin. As she watched, a series of tattoos appeared, tracing their way up her leg from her
right ankle. They started out small at first, gradually getting bigger as they moved towards her hips. As she
looked, she also saw her legs themselves were changing. As she watched they shortened and thickened as she
began shrinking from a statuesque 6' to a more voluptuous 5'4". As the tattoos reached her hips she felt them
push out even further, stretching her skirt which was already in the process of lengthening into a black mini-
skirt. Before it had, Cally felt her ass become plump and round, straining the fabric as the tattoos continued
their inexorable march up her right side. They reached her waist, and her stomach softened slightly, losing a
bit of tone. It reached her chest, and her bosom swelled and bubbled even as the ink crawled onto her right
breast. Her cheerleader's top became a black tube top which showed a tantalizing amount of milky cleavage as
her breasts pushed into DD range. Finally the ink split at her shoulder, one half going up her neck the other
winding its way down her thickening arms.
Lydia looked over at her handiwork. Cally was utterly unrecognizable as the tall, slim cheerleader she had been. Standing before Lydia was a slight, voluptuous girl with purple hair and a pale tattoo covered skin. Lydia smiled over at her sister, satisfied at the results of her attempt to get even...