"Okay, I'm sorry," you say. "Please turn me into a girl."
"With pleasure," says Tamara.
She points at you again, and your body is suddenly growing smaller, the acne disappearing from your face, the hair disappearing from your chest as your breasts once again become very feminine. The glasses disappear from your face which you can see is now the beautiful visage of Stacey Fox once again, an invisible hand painting it with makeup.
Strangely, though, the makeup is a bit thicker than it had been previously. And your black hair reaches the top of your ass but continues growing, forming itself into thick pigtails that finally stop once the hair is about down to your knees. You feel yourself growing taller, but then you quickly realize that it's because your flat shoes grew high heels under you. Finally, the B-cups that looked so good on this body almost seem to explode outward, expanding into what must be DD-cups.
"Hey, I don't think I can play basketball like this!" you protest.
"Oh, no," says Tamara. "You thought you would get that ideal female life back? I'm punishing you."
"Oh, my God, I'm sorry," you insist.
"So prove how sorry you are. Spend some time like this, and maybe I'll improve your life if I judge you worthy. Maybe I'll even turn you back into a guy -- your old self."
You're not sure you believe her, but what chance do you have against a reality-altering witch? You sigh. "Okay, so if I'm not a big sports star, what am I?"
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