Phil typed in the changes and clicked enter. Excited, he walked over to the mirror in his room, to watch his body transform.
His neck became slender and lost the Adam's apple he had. His face lost the little bit of stubble that lined his jaw, while his nose became slightly smaller and thinner. And his eye lashes became longer and thicker, while his eye brows became thinner.
Phil watched in amazement as he slowly shrank, his bone structure becoming thinner as he lost most of the visible muscle his body had. He felt his two growing breasts pushing against his shirt, while the shirt itself morphed from a t-shirt to something more revealing.
His hair, normally cut short and dark brown, was already below his shoulders and platinum blonde. His skin tanned slightly as his lips plumped and were instantly coated in the most seductive-looking red lipstick he had ever seen.
Now officially a her, Stacy's hips widen, her thighs thickening as her waist shrinks. Her butt swells out, filling her jeans, which were continually becoming smaller as the transformation continued. Now only 5'6", her platimun blonde hair reached the small of her back, her CC cup boobs encased in a very snug black lacy bra and a half-shirt that showed off all of her trim midsection. Her pants were now a pair of denim cut-offs, her black thong visible underneath.
Looking at her closet, Stacy saw all of her old clothes gone, replaced by more half-shirts, tank tops, low-cut tops and very short shorts, all designed to show off her sexy body. Her bedroom itself was changing too, becoming more "girlie" as time went on, the paint now a soft pink, the sci-fi posters on the wall replaced with male pop singers.
Stacy giggles slightly as her IQ begins dropping. She looks down at her still growing chest, watching her bra growing with it, her shirt slowly becoming more and more low-cut. She hefts the massive globes in her hands, feeling the soft flesh expanding between her fingers and giggles again.
Stacy's fingernails grow longer and become pink. Unseen, her toenails do the same, as both her hands and feet shrink to a smaller size. She looks up at the One Direction poster over her bed, noticing Niall Horan.
"He's cute," Stacy says, twirling her hair in her fingers mindlessly, as her IQ continually drops. The part of herself that was still Paul tried to snap out of it; this wasn't the real Paul, but the bimbo portion of her personality had taken over and the more he fought against it, the stronger Stacy became.
"One Dir...ect...ion," he heard Stacy say, struggling to get the words out. This was getting sad. Her IQ must be really plummeting now. He only hoped the transformation was almost over.
Stacy fast approached 5'2", her giant boobs now covered by a blue button-up shirt, the first three buttons undone to reveal a veritable canyon of cleavage underneath. Her cut off shorts had shrunk even more, resembling a pair of micro shorts than anything else. They appeared almost painted onto her massive, perfect bubble butt.
Stacy giggled again, checking out her smoking hot, young, trim body, before leaving for school.