As a viewer of anime, the thought had sometimes crossed Robert’s mind: a lot of the female characters were drawn with hair in colors that didn’t occur in nature, but what if it did?
He saw a fountain of sparks shoot out of Cassandra’s ring and disappear into the ceiling, and then before his eyes, her hair changed from blonde to pink, a bright shade of pink that almost exactly matched the color of her bikini top.
He blinked at the posters on her wall. Okay, Katy Perry with blue hair didn’t really prove anything, but was that Mariah Carey with violet- colored tresses? And Scarlett Johansson busting out of a bikini, her hair a tangerine hue?
Cassandra was looking in her full-length mirror, playing with her hair. “Oh, wow, this looks really cool!” she squealed.
Robert’s mind was still reeling. How was it logically possible? Women’s hair must have changed composition to allow for a much wider range of possible pigments. To say nothing of DNA -- he wondered if Cassandra’s mother now had pink hair, or if maybe her mother had red hair and her father had the genes for white hair, and they mixed, or --
”I should really thank you,” said Cassandra, swaying back over to Robert and sitting down on top of his left leg, facing him.
”Wha --“ Robert started to say something, but Cassandra leaned in and kissed him on the mouth.
She leaned back and wrinkled her nose. “Ew, you’re kind of a dead fish.” She moved her hips forward a bit and felt Robert’s semi-erection. “Not bad down here, though.”
An alarmed Robert quickly stood up. Cassandra slid down into a seated position on the carpet. Robert stuttered, “Uh, uh, we really do need to work on the tutoring, uh, uh, whether or not --“
”You’re no fun!” pouted Cassandra, but then she said, “Oh, yeah!” and held up the ring. “Uh, I wish you weren’t worried about tutoring me right now, but instead, uh, you were more like a stud from a porn movie who knew just what to do with me.”
A shower of sparks flew from the ring toward Robert, and he soon felt himself expanding in almost all directions. As he grew a couple of inches taller, he yanked off his plaid polo shirt -- it turned into a black tank-top on its way down to the floor -- to see his formerly scrawny body now rippling with well-defined muscles and turning from a pasty white to a well-tanned light brown. Cassandra was now kneeling in front of him, doing the work of removing his pants to reveal legs as muscular as the rest of him, and a cock that was large and proud and glistening with pre-cum.
No one would have believed he was a virgin. Cassandra’s wish gave him the sexual knowledge of an extremely experienced lover, and he eagerly put his skills to work on the voluptuous beauty in the room with him. Cassandra came six or seven times, and Robert, able to delay his pleasure for the benefit of his female partner, came in what almost seemed like a volcano of white, sticky goo on Cassandra’s face and breasts.
She tentatively used a couple fingers to licked a bit off and said, “Ooh, I wish this tasted better.” Robert was busy pulling his altered clothes on over his altered body, but he looked up to see Cassandra attacking the fluid with gusto. “Mmm,” she said approvingly, and then, “Now I wish I could lick this up better.” The ring sparkled, and suddenly, Cassandra’s tongue got longer. Within a couple of seconds, it was about a foot long, and an obviously delighted Cassandra quickly figured out how to use it -- it seemed to be fully prehensile.
The wide-eyed Robert decided he needed to distract Cassandra before she did something else to herself -- or him. “Ready for your tutoring now?” he asked firmly.
Cassandra looked up, and her tongue retracted into her mouth until it looked perfectly normal. Robert was a bit relieved that she wouldn’t be an obvious freak. What she said, though, was...