"I wish Rachel was even hotter," Charles said.
"What?!" exclaimed Cassie.
Rachel didn't say anything, but just stood there as she transformed further. Her 2-piece pink outfit changed further, becoming little more than two pieces of latex that hugged her expanding curves. Her hips and thighs were swelling along with her breasts, which seemed to be about the size of soccer balls, and her waist shrank further, to the point where it looked almost like she might snap in half. Her hair lengthened to the point that it was almost touching the floor, her skin darkened to a bronze tan, all of its blemishes being erased, and she noticed that her fingernails had grown to over an inch long and appeared to be professionally manicured, with white tips.
"Wow, that's awesome!" Charles proclaimed.
"You idiot! She looks like a dumb bimbo sex doll!" Cassie chastised.
Rachel wanted to caution her not to make her brother mad. She said, "I don't think you shhhh--" She stopped. Her voice was higher-pitched and she'd developed a lisp, perhaps caused by the fact that her lips were now considerably plumper.
"I'm sure she likes looking like that," Charles said with a grin. "I know I like her looking like that."
Rachel looked down at her body, now shaped, colored, and clothed in ways she couldn't have imagined on herself just a few minutes ago. She realized she'd managed to get her wish, and her longtime crush object had finally noticed her as a potential target for his affections -- but at what cost? If he never turned her back to normal -- if she was always going to look like this -- what kind of life would she have? What kind of --
Her thoughts were interrupted when...