"... and give you something you never got... people craving your body for sex. You'll be a slutty woman, with
long blond hair, big bouncy tits, a smackable ass and a tight little snatch. And very little brains. And for
your dare, I dare you to drop out of school and become a prostitute! Have fun!" She hung up laughing.
Kyle shook his head. The fuck? This had just been a joke, did she really take it seriously. He shook his head to
get his long blond bangs out of his eyes... wait, what?
He looked down at himself and found... he couldn't see much of what was going on for the giant rack on his chest
obscuring his view. All he could see was soft white cleavage in the white boob tube his shirt had morphed into.
Kylie ran to the mirror, stumbling on her high heels. She gawped at what she saw. All she was wearing was a
strip of cloth around her giant, trembling knockers, an E-cup at the absolute least. Her jeans had become cut-
offs straining from the size of her hips and butt. And her long, luscious legs were shown off by a pair of red
fuck-me heels. Her hair was long and platinum blond, framing a gorgeous, heavily made-up face and plump red
lips.
Kylie giggled. Boys would just LOVE to fuck her! Time to get to work...