Lesily looked at the four generations of women and wondered what to do with them. Suddenly a crazy idea popped into her head and she had a slight smirk on her face. Turning to the audience, she said, “As you can see, we have three generation of women, a complete family. But what if this family isn’t a family? What if they are not only separate women living separate lives, but also in separate races? Four in particular, Caucasian, Afircan American, Hispanic, and Japanese. So for my next trick, I would turn these four generations of women into two serparate women of different races. Let us start with the youngest of the group.”
Lesily approached the two-year-old Katie to start the show. With the toddler in a trance, she whispered in her ear and said, “Katie, I want you to grow up until you’re twenty-five. I want you to grow into a busty yet beautiful woman with brains of an intelligent woman that graduated college. I also want you to cut off ties with the women next to you and have no memories about any of those women. Are you ready?” All the baby did was babble as she wasn’t old enough to speak just yet. But Lesily smiled and said, “I’ll take that as a yes. Now begin growing up.”
As soon as Lesily said that, young Katie started to grow in her mother’s arms. Already, she left toddlerhood behind and is already five-years-old with her clothes changing as she grew older. She no longer was wearing any diapers or training pants as her clothes change to that of a little girl. Jane could feel her daughter growing heavy and unconsciously placed her on the floor next to her. Oddly enough, Katie stood up on her own as knowledge filled her brain and made her remember how to walk. The audience watch in awe as the young girl grew up in front of their eyes.
Katie continued to age one year bit by bit as she looked like she was ten, entering her double digits. Her body grew tall but she looked a little skinny as her face lost all of it’s baby fat and looked a little kiddish. Her clothes grew along with her as they look like fashions for a little girl. Nothing but a regular T-shirt, faded slim blue jeans, and a pair of sneakers for little girls. The strangest part is that glasses appeared on her face. Lesily looked at that and find it to be a bit off. But then remembered that Katie would have a body of a model, but the brains of a college graduate. So it’s obvious that the glasses were meant for a smart little girl. She then shrugged her shoulders and said, “Oh well… Guess all genius’s must have glasses at some point.” She looked on as the Katie grew to twelve years of age. That’s when puberty starts to kick in.
Her chest started to sprout out two fleshy mounds, which were the beginning of her breasts. They then grew into pointy cones and then A-cup breasts as an training bra materialized over them and underneath her ever changing shirt. Her hips started to expand and form curves around her waist as her rear got blown up like a balloon. Her arms and legs continued to grow and started to gain muscle tone, almost like years of excercising were showing results. Her face started to enter the threshold of adulthood with her skull looking oval, lose growing longer and thinner, and her eyes shrinking. Her hair started to grow long and went down to her neck, then below her shoulders. Her clothes changed some more and had the looks of a teenager. She was wearing a pink tank top with straps on her shoulders, a blue jean skirt that goes down to above her ankles, and a pair of pink and blue flip flops. The audeance watched in amazement as Katie was now a sixteen-year-old teen. But that didn’t stop there as she grew older before everyone’s eyes.
Entering her twenties, she matured and filled up nicely. Her perky B-cup breasts grew into mellon shaped C-cups and were a little bouncy. Her hips extended further apart and created a very slim hourglass with some serious curves and a heart shaped ass. Her arms and legs continued to grow and tone up until they were long enough to match super model level. Her face had the level of maturity as her cheekbones hightened, her lips, full and plushy, her nose long and thin, and her eyes looking sultry. Her hair was long and straight with her color went completely to plantnum blonde. Her clothing shifted more scandalous and made her look more like someone out of a porno star. Her clothes continued to mature further as they looked both professional and sexy at the same time. The strangest part is that she still attained her glasses since her youth. Apparently, as she grew older, her glasses made her look more mature and yet gives her a sign on intelligence in her eyes.
When the changes finished, Katie went from being a toddler to a hot bombshell of a woman. She was now sporting a pair of D-cup breasts with a sexy hourglass firgure, rounded rear and a sultry face. She was wearing a button shit with few of the button unhooked to reveal her cleavage in the middle, a black latex skirt that goes up to her higher thighs, and a pair of black four inch heels. She still held on to her glasses, but they show off her intelligence side a part from her sexy side. All the men in the audience drool over the girl while the women were all jealous of her.
Lesily then approached Katie and decided to see what has changed about her since she aged mentally. “Katie, can you hear me?” she started asking. Katie’s response was a slight moan and an answer with a low and sultry voice. “Yes Lesily, I hear you…” Lesily smiled and continued with her conversation. “So Katie, what is your occupation?” Katie was still in a trance and said, “First of all, that name sounded so childish. You can call me Katherine. As for what I do for a living, I am a school teacher for a community college.” Lesily was surprised by this and said, “You’re a teacher? In that outfit? How can someone like you able to take a job in a getup like that?” Katherine smiled and said, “Well… With a body like this, who would say no. But it’s not my body that got me the job. I study long a hard to get to where I want to go. Still, I must’ve hit the genetic jackpot as I have become quite the woman. At least the students would pay close attention to me.” Lesily sighed and could tell that she would be a hands full. “So Katherine,” she continued, “do you know these three women that are next to you?” Katherine turned to see the three older women next to her and thought hard. But starring at them, she said, “No… I don’t think I remember any of these women. They do almost look like my mother, my grandmother, and my great grandmother. But that’s impossible. My great grandmother and grandmother died when I was young. And my mother, she’s older then that. So there’s no way they could be my family.”
Lesily nodded and knew that the first part worked. Not only did Katherine aged physically and mentally, but reality changed with her as well. She now believes her elders died when she was young and her mother was older. Which means that Katherine’s life has been altered and changed for the better. Turning to the audience, she said, “Now as you can see, Katherine has been aged into quite a beauty. And a smart beauty to boot. Plus she aged mentally which means that she believes her grandmother and great grandmother are dead and her mother is older. Now I know what you are thinking. Why turn Katie into a woman when you are talking about changing all of them into different races. Well, I just want to test my trick out before moving on. Now that it has worked, it’s time to move on to the next three. Let’s start with Jane over here.”
She then walked over to Jane in a dreamful state and started to talk to her. “Jane? Can you hear me?” Jane nodded and said, “Yes Lesily.” “Good.” she continued, “I got a question to ask for you. If you were any race, which one would you be?” Jane thought about it and said, “Well, if I want to be a different race, I would be a black woman. But I don’t want to be one of those stereotypes you see in music videos or movies. I want to be an actual black woman that is tough as nails. The ones you see who will get into fights and have a strong personality. It’s those types of girls that don’t give a damn about anything and will do anything they can to protect themselves. That would be interesting if I were in their shoes.” Lesily smirked and like where this was going. “Very good…” she said, “Well if you want to be like that, I think I can arrange that. When I snap my fingers, you will transform into a black woman of twenty seven yeast of age. You will be a rough fighter that don’t loose and is tough as they come. Your personality will be edgy and dangerous and you don’t care about anyone but yourself. Just like your daughter, you have to cut your ties with your family as they will be nothing but strangers to you. Are you ready? And…”
-snap-
Soon enough, Jane started to change as the audience watched to see what happens next. The first thing that changed was her age as she started to grow younger. So far, not much has changed in her. Her muscles started to tone up, her stomach that showed signs of her after pregnancy experience thinned until she had a tone stomach her breasts rose up a bit and regained their bouncy look, the faint lines on her face vanished, and the gray streaks on her hair disappeared with her shine returning. When she was done regressing, she looked like a twenty-seven year old woman ready to take on the world. But as soon as that change was over, a completely different change was taking place.
The first thing that happned was Jane’s skin complection. It was almost like she was getting a tan, but then it continued to darken and darken until it was chocolate brown. Jane’s muscles started to ripple as the grew more tone and muscular. But not as muscular for body builders, more like a person that spent years of fighting and surviving. Her face started to shift with her nose widening, her cheeks rising higher, her lips getting fat and plushy, and her eyes change color from blue to chocolate brown. Her long hair darkened from blonde to solid black as it started to kink and curl, raising higher up her shoulders. Going up her neck, the curled around and puffed up exploding out until it looked like an afro. As soon as her appearance altered, her clothing morphed to match her looks.
Her light blue dress shirt grew dark as it split in the middle revealing her white bra. The shoulders grew long and went down to below her arms and a zipper appeared on the rip, turning Jane’s outerwear became a black leather jacket. The white bra then grew in and shifted until a bra like shirt. Her blue jean pants shrank all the way up until it goes way above her knees while darkening into black and the texture changes to lather, the same texture from her jacket. It then merged together, and wrapped around her thigh, turning into a short black skirt. Her white dress shoes blackened and the heel rode to four to five inches. The tops started to enclose and up higher with laces appearing and tieing in the front. Soon enough, her shoes turned into platform boots to accelerate her height. To complete the look, accessories were added from golden hoop earings to bracelets. As soon as that change finished, Jane was getting a headache and she groaned in pain. What actually is happening is that her memories are being erased and altered, forgetting about the past life with memories of fighting in the street and a little prostetution. In a matter of minutes, what was once Jane was a young black woman looking for some trouble.
The audience looked amazed as Lesily approached the new woman and started talking to her. “All right Jane, how are you feeling?” she started to ask. But Jane looked at her with a disgustful look and said in a tough voice, “Who are you calling Jane bitch? I’m nobody’s Jane! My name of Joaquin and I’m not in a mood to talk. You got a problem with that?” Lesily was taken aback by that as she didn’t expect Jane, now Joaquin, went from being a sweet woman to a bad girl. “Well, aren’t you a ray of sunshine.” she said with a sour taste in her voice, “I take it you had a rough time where you from.” Joaquin placed her hands on her hips and gave her a ‘hmph…’ saying, “You know it. I grew up in the bad part of Broklyn. My mom died when I was born and my dad abandon me to an orphanage when I was five. I had to learn how to survive in the streets and pick on fights with those that were bullying other kids in the playground. As I grew older though, I left the orphanage fought my way through alleys just to toughen myself up. Of course I needed to get money for my apartment and the food I eat, so I had to word in the clubs and did a little prostitution here and there. A woman’s gotta eat right?” Lesily looked up and down at the way the woman looked and said, “Yeah… I can see that. Now looked at these three women and tell me if you know anything about them.” Joaquin looked at the two elders to her left and the sexy Katie to her right and wondered if there was any difference. But she turned to Lesily and said, “Whut? You mean little miss Bimbo and the two hags over here? I don’t have a clue who they are. Not to mention the girl with the big boobs is about to get a black eye if she doesn’t move those things away from me.” Katie turned to her once mother and argued back. “Hey! Don’t you dare threaten me girl. You’re just jealous that God has given me these beauties right here.” She said as she showed her boobs to the black woman and squeezed them tightly with both hands. Joaquin turned to her former daughter and said, “Honey, if you rub those in my way I’m going to tear-“ But before it could get worse, Lesily went between the two and separate them. “All right, that’s enough of you two.” she said with a motherly tone, “We do have an audience here and there are children watching this show. I suggest you stop this fight before I decided to turn both of you into babies.” The two of them looked at each other intently until giving up and turning their backs to each other. Lesily sighed and then said, “Well, that was too close for comfort. Let’s move on to the show shall we?”
She started to walk towards Michelle, who she was in a trance and said, “Michelle, are you listening to me?” Michelle nodded and said, “Yes Lesily, I’m listening.” Lesily nodded and said, “Now Michelle, if you want to be another race, which once would you be?” Michelle thought about that and decided to say, “Well let’s see… Well if I want to be a different race, I would rather be a Spanish woman. I’ve been learning Spanish as a second language back when I was young and always wanted to know what it feels like to be a latin girl. But there’s another thing I want to get out of my chest. I heard that Spanish women were rich, as in they have a lot of money and fancy houses. I know that they either got that from families or when their married, but I just want to know what it would feel like. I want to be in that mansion, to wear the nicest of clothes, and sip the finest of wines. That’s all I ever wanted.” Lesily smiled and said, “That’s really good. Why don’t we take that path shall we? When I snap my fingers, I want you to turn into a 30-year-old latino lady. But you would belong to a rich family that was very wealthy. You will live the life of luxury and never worry about running out of money. You will be spoiled, yes, but it will be in a good way. You will have everything you will ever wanted, including a loving husband. A dream come true. Are you ready? Let us begin.” She then snapped her fingers as the changes started for Michelle.
Just like Jane, Michelle started to regress as well. She regressed down to her sixties and fifties as her youth was slowly returning. Her saggy breasts started to rise up and regaining her softness. Muscle tone was starting to build up again as she was regaining strength again. Her pouched stomach was getting thinner like she was going on a quick diet. Her face was youthening as well with her wrinkles slowly shrinking and jowls rising up. Her gray hair was regaining it’s shin as brown strands started to appear, first in strands and then in clumps. By the time she reached her forties and then thirties, she was returning to when she was young. Her chest were ripening melons and looking fresher then before. Her muscles got its tone back and although it was flabby, it was starting to harden. Her stomach was almost done toning as stretch marks appeared resembling her baby weight. Her face now has faintlines with her skin starting to look less worn and more beautiful. Her brown hair was back with a few gray streaks and was starting to shine.
By the time she hit thirty, Michelle was now a woman with little age on her. Her C-Cup breasts were round and plumped with her stomach flat and shapely with no fat what so ever. Her muscle tone was back to it’s formal self, all toned and defined for a female. Her face was back to it’s youthful looks as her hair was long and brown, shining through the spotlight. Though she regressed into a young woman, her clothes didn’t change at all. She wears a red polyester sweater, a long brown skirt that goes down to the middle of her legs, and a pair of brown slip on loathers. But that was when she was sixty-eight. Now that she’s thirty, her clothes look incredibly big on her as her skirt was on the verge of falling. But Michelle didn’t worry about that at all as she felt calm in her little trance. Just as she was done regressing, she went into the next phase of her change.
First her skin started to tan like Joaquin but stopped into a tan that was ment for a Spanish person. Michelle’s face started to rearrange itself to match her latino heritage. Her cheeckbones rose highter as her nose grew thin and flat. Then her lips thinned a little but remained pluffy while her eyes shirfted a little with her color changing from hazel brown and emerald green. Her long hair started to curl as it changed from brown to fiery orange until it lift itself up and shifted into a fancy bun on the top.
Once the physical changes were done, her oversized clothes began to change. Her sweater and skirt merged together both colors darkened to black. The sleeves of her sweater shrank upwards until they reached her shoulders, turning into a thin black straps while the top hem started to lower to reveal her C-cup cleavage. At the bottom a split appeared on her left side revealing her tan and elegant leg. Soon enough, the two articles of clothing turned into a expensive black dress. Her loafers then darkened to the same black color as the heels grew three inches and the tops opened to reveal her skin with a strap over it. That was when they turned into pump high heels that looked like it cost a lot of money. Finally, Michelle’s head was a little woozy as memories were altering from within, as her life with family turned into life in wealth and power. Then another thing that happened that no one didn’t know. For as her memories were altering so have her knowledge as well. When the changes stopped, Michelle went from being a grandmother to a rich Spanish lady.
When Lesily was done watching, she approached the new and improved Michelle and said, “Well Michelle, how are you feeling now?” Michelle looked at her and smiled. But as she opened her mouth, she said something the host didn’t expect. “Hola! Estoy muy bien! Y cómo estás?” Lesily starred in silent and was a little confused. “I’m sorry... What?” was all she said. “Lo siento ... ¿Hablas español? Porque eso es todo lo que puedo hablar.” Michelle then said in that language again. Now understanding what she did Lesily turned to the audience, who were just as confused as her, and said, “Sorry about this folks. I guess when I turned her into a latin girl I forgot that her language dictionary changed from English to Spanish. But no worries, I am bilingual in many languages. Allow me to continue.
Turning back to Michelle, Lesily took a deep breath and said something in Spanish. “Sí, lo entiendo. Lo siento por no escuchar a usted antes. Supongo que no sabía que usted habla sólo español. Ahora dinos quién eres y lo que haces para ganarte la vida.” Michelle smiled to herself and responded in her language. “Por supuesto, querida. Mi nombre es Mireya y yo nací en la grandeza. Tengo una familia adinerada que vive en unas mansiones en Cancún y un esposo maravilloso que me puede dar lo que quiera. Mi vida es perfecta!” Unfortunate for her, Katie and Joaquin heard that and didn’t understand a word she said. “Um, excuse me miss, but what are you trying to say?” ask Katie to her former grandmother, “No disrespect or anything but I don’t know how to speak in Spanish.” Jaoquin turned to her former mother and joined in saying, “Yeah shuga, I can only speak two languages. English and bad English.” Michelle, now Mireya, turned to the two and asked, “¿Hay algún problema?” Lesily noticed this and started to break it up again. Take it easy girls,” she started, “she just said that her name is Mireya and she was born wit a rich family with a lovely husband. That’s all she said.” The two womean looked at the host and turned away, knowing that it wasn’t anything about them. Lesily took a breather and said, “That was a little too close for comfort. Let’s hope the next one isn’t that bad.”
Lesily then walked to the last woman, Wendy, and said that same thing. “So Wendy, if you were a different person, what would you be?” she asked. Wendy was in the trance like the rest of the girls and wasn’t sure about what to think about. So she said, “To be honest deary, I don’t really know. I just like the way I am.” Lesily rubbed her chin and could tell that this would be a little difficult. “Hmm...” she stated, “This is going to be a hard one. Let’s see... Oh, I know how to fix this. Say Wendy, have you ever been to Japan?” Wendy smiled and said, “Why yes. It was twenty years ago when I visit Tokyo in my retirement.” “And what do you see in your time in that trip?” Lesily continued. “Well...” Wendy kept going, “I’ve seen young girls in those uniforms. They seem a little cute in those outfits. And they look so young and care free as well. Oh how nice to be in their shoes.” Lesily smirked and knew what to do now. “Well... Ain’t that sweet...” she said, “Well what if I let you be in their shoes? Would that work out?” Wendy nodded and answered, “Yes, that would be nice.” “Then let us begin.” Lesily said as she began the last part of the show, “Now listen Wendy, the moment I snap my fingers you will grow younger until you are a young teen of fourteen. When you reach that age, your race will change into that of an asian girl wearing a schoolgirl outfit. You mind will alter as well, replacing the memories of your old life with that of the Japanese school girl. Let’s see you live that dream. And...” –snap- “Begin!”
At the very moment she snapped her fingers, Wendy felt a tingle and started to grow younger. She grew backwards from her 90s, 80s, and 70s. Already, she was regaining her strength back with her spine repairing itself. She slowly stood up and acted like she didn’t have a bad back from the start. So much so that the walker she was using disappeared completely. Her white hair started to grow dark and was mostly gray as fat started to appear on her body. She continued to regress through her 60s, 50s, and 40s, as she was going through her senior and middle age years in reverse. Her body regaining more strength and showing signs of her beauty returning to the fray. Her fat multiplied as she was a little overweight, but that soon changed as she started to thin. Her breasts, which were a bunch of deflated baloons was starting to pump up some air as they inflate before the audiences eyes. Her face was regaining it’s youth as well as her skin looked less flappy and more tightening. Her hair was completely gray now and had dark brown strands in a couple of places.
But Wendy still kept on getting younger as she raced down to her 30s and 20s. The audience watched in awe as Wendy became the apitamy of beauty. There was no eldery and whithered signs of her old age. Her breasts explanded until they look like huge CC-cups as her stomach lost all of hits fat to become nice and trim with a curvy hourglass with expanded hips and well rounded ass. Her arms and legs were really toned with feminen muscles that made her look like a model. Her face was an essense of an angle with tight cheeks, a thin nose, kissable lips, and gleaming eyes. And to top it off, her hair grew long and flowing, with no gray to speak of and was shining through the light. In short, Wendy was a really pretty lady. All the men in the group watched and thought that Katie was hot, but Wendy was really hotter.
Wendy started to go through a few shurnk spurts until she was under five feet. Her breasts shrank back down until they’ve become plain A-cups. Her hourglass shrank further and had little curves on her hips as her ass flatten. All the muscles were gone and replaced with a skinny twigs on her arms and legs. Her cute crossed the threshold of childhood as her cheeks puffed up, nose grew smaller, lips thinned completely, and eyes grew big. Finally her hair shrunk a bit and brightened to sandy brown. Now standing there was a young teen. What’s even more embarrasing was what she was wearing. Her outfit was nothing but an elderly dress and slippers for her to walk around. Once she grew younger and the dress fit her in every angle. But now it looked comically big on her as the dress hung on her shoulders and the slippers were bigger for her small feet.
Once she was done regressing into a young teen, Wendy entered the second stage of her change. Her skin started to look a tad pale, like she never took a tan in her life. Her face then started to remold itself like a lot of invisible hands molding her like clay. Her face was getting thinner, her nose was thinner, and her eyes shifted into an Asian decent with the color changing into a hazel nut color. Her hair went completely straight and shrunk below her shoulders as the color darkened into solid shiny black. Wendy’s oversized clothes started to change as they grew small to match her new frame. The dress itself split in two and changed into two different articles of clothing. Her top part became a school girl’s outfit with a vest, buttoned down shirt underneath, and a tie that appeared to complete the look. The bottom half turned into a long skirt that goes down to her knees. Her slipper shoes morphed and hardened into a pair of girly sneakers as socks appeared on her feet and grew up to the bottom of her knees. To complete the look, two pins appeared at the front to move the hair away so to get a clear view of Wendy’s face. Wendy then started to feel the same migrane like the last two as old memories were disappearing and new ones resurfacing. Her long and wonderful life was replaced with life with tha middle class Japanese family and constant studying. Her mind even forgot about English and went on into Japanese. When the changes finished, Wendy was no more and in her place is a young Japaense school girl with strong ambitions.
The new Wendy opened her eyes and looked a little scared at where she was. She went into a major panick and said, “Koko wa doko? Watashi ga dono yō ni koko de teniireta? Watashi no mama to papa wa doko ni arimasu ka. Watashi wa kowagatte shutoku shite imasu!” Lesily listened the to Wendy’s question and knew that she’s like Mireya, she’s speaking a language. So calming her down, the host decided to talk to her. “Kawai ko-chan o shinpaishinaide, anata wa daijōbu.” Lesily started, “Anata dake no shō ni sanka shite imasu. Ima, seikatsu no tame ni anata ga daredearu ka, anata wa nani o subeki ka o oshietekudasai.” Wendy took a breather and said, “Daijōbu... Sate, watashinonamaeha Yuka Yamashiro dearu to watashi wa gakunen gakuseidesu. Chūsan kaikyū no katei ni umare, karera wa watashi ga watashi no kenkyū de ichiban ni naritai. Mainichi, watashi wa watashi ga suru koto ni yume o nan'notameni benkyō suru. Dare ga shōrai wa watashi no tame ni motte iru mono o shitte imasu.” “Miwaku-tekina” Lesily responded and turned to the audience for an explanation, “Looks like Wendy is a whole different person as well. Her name is now Yuka Yamashiro and she’s a top student in her classes. She sounds like she has a bright future ahead of her.” The audience was in awe when they saw an elderly woman turned into a young Japanese girl.
Unfortunately, Katie, Joaquin, and Mireya heard her and had disgusted looks on their faces. “Who is this shrimp?” Monique started, “And why is she doing here?” “Yeah… Why is this squirt sharing a spotlight as us?” Katie continued. Mireya went ahead and said in her own language, “Y que lo digas. Este mocoso es demasiado joven para estar con nosotros!” The young school girl turned to the three women that was formerly her family of many years and argued back in Japanese. Soon enough, all four girls were argueing with each other and were about to have a huge cat fight in their hands. Lesily realized this and tried to stop this. “All right, I had enough from the four of you.” she stated, “Go the sleep all of you!” The group immediately stop argueing and closed their eyes, going into a complete slumber.
Lesily then decided to end this act and said, “Clearly these girls need a little seperate time. And I think I know how to end this. Now girls, the moment I snap your fingers you will all be transported to your different homes, your different lives. Once there, you will not remember anything about the show or the resort. You will all live normal everyday lives.” Once she snapped her fingers, all four girls of four different races vanished without a trace as they were sent to their new lives. The audience watched in awe as Lesily put up a good show. “Now that was out of the way, I think we have time for another volunteer.” she said moving on. “Now, who’s next?”