The changes happened almost instantaneously. It started with a prickly feeling all over my skin, and then all my senses went, for lack of a better word, hazy. When the world came back into focus, I was no longer sitting at the desk in my personal library, but in a seemingly huge chair in a tiny studio apartment, a rickety old laptop in my lap. The hands on the keyboard were slender, with long, carefully painted nails. Looking down, I saw a slim, feminine shape, and red tresses falling over my shoulders. My hand moved up and cupped my breast. Firm, small globes. It had worked.
I wanted to have a full view of how I looked. There was a vanity table over by one wall of the apartment, so I got up. The girl in the mirror was stunning. I had set my age to 20, but by the looks, I could easily have been a few years younger. My face was adorable. Innocent large dove eyes and large, wet lips gave me a look of slight confusion, the kind that any man would spring to action to assist. Looking down, I saw delicate shoulders and soft, gentle curves. My breasts were not particularly large, I noticed, but the dress I was wearing hugged my waist before hanging more loosely down over my hips, enhancing the contour of my body. The dress ended just over the knees, and the thin legs and dainty feet - with nails painted the same pink as my fingernails - reinforced the impression of the rest of my body. I was a fragile thing, elegant and delicate, in need of a strong protector.
I was about to start undressing to further explore my body, when I heard my phone ring. It was a message, from Daniel. "I'm outside in 10 minutes. Be ready. ;-)".