"Look," Lexy motioned toward the mirror hanging over the wall where she'd first come in. I stared blankly for a second, almost not recognizing myself with my long blonde hair streaming over my shoulders. "Here," Lexy grabbed me by the wrist and guided me off the sofa and over toward the mirror.
There was the woman I had been just minutes before, only now she looked completely transformed. Gone was the staid ponytail. Instead, I was surrounded by a thick halo of golden waves with streaks of pink mixed in. My skin was clear and dewy, the sort of healthy glow you see on people with great self-care routines. My lips looked like they'd been made to suck.
And my breasts... god, my breasts.
"This isn't right." It was still my voice, just a little bit lispy. I think Lexy made my tongue bigger too. "I'm not a bimbo."
Lexy giggled and hugged me from behind, one hand going right to those huge breasts. "Not yet. Let me keep going!"