Everyone stared at the new Robin as she stared down at her completely unfamiliar body, with its dark brown skin and its generous curves.
“Oh, my God, Robin, your clothes,” said Stacy.
“What are you --“ Robin started to ask in her deeper voice, but it quickly became obvious. The sleeves of her shirt crawled up her arms as its bottom hem receded to reveal her taut stomach. The front split down the middle, but then a string appeared through newly-created holes, tying it closed over her cleavage. Robin’s top was now a lace-up vest.
That wasn’t the end of it, though. Her skirt transformed into a pleated “schoolgirl” type and its bottom hem was now short enough to reveal her enlarged thighs, its rear just barely covering her buttocks. She reached down to feel the skirt’s material between her thumb and fingers, and saw that her once-short fingernails were lengthening, stopping when they were about an inch long with white tips that looked as if they were professionally manicured.
Robin felt herself being forced up on tiptoes as the flats she’d been wearing sprouted both heels and platforms and transformed to become a clear plastic material. Large silver hoop earrings appeared dangling from her earlobes, and a silver stud now pierced her navel.
The changes appeared to have finished. Robin looked at the other girls, who all had expressions of shock on their faces.
Finally Candy spoke. “You look like you’re in a rap video!” she exclaimed.
”Since when do you watch rap videos?” asked Becky, casting a sidewise glance at her fellow cheerleader.
”Ugh, I feel like a stripper or a hooker in this,” said Robin. “Let me go change, and then we’ll try to figure out what’s going on.” She left the living room to go upstairs to her bedroom.