The boys... now girls, looked at each other astonished. They were in fact, beautiful and lovely. Yet inside they remained the teen boys they were moments before. Their bodies felt odd and uncomfortable. The new tinker bell was fluttering clumsily, unable to fly for long. They noticed the crowds eyes and tried to hide their new bodies but failed. They felt that there could be no worse punishment. Kylie disagreed.
"To all of you 'men'," the word dripped with sarcasm, "women have always been only a source of pleasure, a symbol of sexuality and lust." Kylie paced before the still line of girls. "Well, I think thats exactly what you should become. Each of you will become a sexual symbol of my choice. Do not fight me or try and get away. It can always be worse." She stepped back.
She picked a boy at random, pointed a perfectly painted nail and cocking it in a come hither motion. Shaking, the boy that was now Jasmine stepped forward carefully. "Well well, you certainly have the body of a sex symbol dear!" The girl blushed prettily. "But you aren't showing it off nearly enough!" She snapped her fingers. The blue top and dress that covered the Arabian princess shimmered and were left little more than thin gossamer sheets of cloth, hiding nothing underneath. The panties that the princess now wore were black and covered even less. Both sides had become thin spaghetti straps, digging into her ass and pussy. Her lower lips were pushed to the sides, round and full.
Not used to having breasts Jasmine grabbed for her crotch, hiding only her pussy and leaving her heaving breasts and fat dark nipples bouncing under the ethereal blue cloth. "Very nice! See? You have a spectacular body. Yet.. Girls are supposed to flaunt it arn't they? What is this shy modesty? Lets change that as well." She walked to the girl and smacked her near naked ass hard.
Immediately Jasmin's hips began to sway back and forth slowly, hypnotically. The girl looked startled, as if she weren't controlling her own body. Her hands moved from her crotch and swayed to each side. Each movement of the hand and arm was perfect and sensual, similar to the movements of a hula dancer. As her body moved more and more her breasts rolled slowly, elegantly, with the motion. Kylie smacked her ass again and the motion became quicker. A perfect dark leg shot in the air in a vertical split, showing all, as she spun. She moved across the stage now, dancing erotically and passionately. Her face was the embodiment of sexual lust, lips full and wet, tongue slipping enticingly between them. Her eyes were sultry and dark. Kylie snapped her fingers and the whirl of skin and thin cloth that was Jasmine stopped, panting. Sweat shown in the stage light, dappling her entire body, dripping from her breasts and stomach.
"Very nice Jasmine!" The hung his head, looking humiliated. "You may take your place back in line dear. But from now on you will dance whenever I ask it of you." The boy walked back with out a word.
"Who's next to be my little dirty Disney princess? It will only get better.. or worse, from here! Any volunteers?" Kylie asked, and waited.