The bridesmaids and the maid of honor all had the same thought planted in their heads: You have the power to transform, to make yourself into someone David might like better.
Shannon, the maid of honor, was the first one to take advantage, catching David's eyes and then indicating her chest, which she caused to expand outward.
David audibly gulped.
Laura noticed that her groom wasn't looking at her or the priest. She turned around, and gaped at her younger sister, confused by the sudden appearance of melon-sized breasts straining against her purple dress.
The priest noticed the commotion and stopped his speech, asking, "Is there a problem?"
"Yeah, there's a problem!" Marie spoke up. "Laura's not right for David. He should have a supermodel." While she was saying that, she was growing taller, her body re-proportioning itself, her face undergoing alterations ranging from higher cheekbones to longer eyelashes, her hair lengthening and restyling itself into a wave.
"Are you kidding? All he needs is these tits!" Shannon insisted.
"Ladies, please --" said the priest, but no one was listening to him anymore.
"Hey, he's a jock," pointed out Tasha. "What he wants is a cheerleader!" She actually shrank a few inches, her dark blonde hair lightening to a near-white platinum and forming itself into pigtails as her bridesmaid dress split into two pieces, becoming a skimpy cheerleader uniform that showed off her legs and taut tummy. On her feet, her formal heels turned into sneakers that matched the outfit. Pompoms appeared in her hands, and she went down to one knee to strike a pose, throwing her arms in the air.
"What are you all doing?" cried Laura, but no one was listening to her, either. All the men in the wedding party were just staring.
"Oh, we can change our clothes, too?!" exclaimed Shannon. She reshaped the bridesmaid's dress into a tight bodycon style, her enlarged breasts threatening to spill over the top. Marie, though, went with a lace teddy and feathered angel wings as if she were on a Victoria's Secret runway.
"Okay, let's get serious," said Jacquelyn. "Once he goes black, he's never gonna go back." She was half-black and very light-skinned, but now her skin became a dark-chocolate hue, nose flattening and lips plumping, breasts and hips swelling into a voluptuous figure. She put herself into a skimpy string bikini that just barely covered her newly enlarged assets.
"Yeah, right -- what guy these days doesn't have an Asian fetish?" asked Rachel. Her brown hair darkened as her skin changed color, face altering with almond-shaped eyes most notably, dress transforming into a short colorful silk kimono. She kneeled and spoke in a newly acquired accent as she kept her eyes on the ground, "Please, David, allow this one to serve your every need."
In the pews, Loki nudged Aunt Esther. "This got interesting, didn't it?" he asked.
She didn't respond; she was staring at the transformed women. Everybody was. They were all looking lustfully at David (even the dutiful Rachel was glancing up despite her downcast eyes).
And it was at that moment that Loki implanted another thought...