Bob and Helen were in their bedroom, after a long day of crime-fighting. Extending a long arm, she flicked off the bedroom light. In the midnight darkness, she coiled her arms around him. Shortening her arms, she drew him closer. Bob faked resisting eager to reach the bed, he pretended to fight liked a lassoed steer.
As she reeled him in, she shifted her figure, too. The extra curves boosting her bust, and her butt. She wasn't terribly fond of being so curvy, but Bob liked it, and she liked Bob. His knees bumped against the frame of the bed as she released her grip.
Briefly the pair were lit, as a brilliant beam of red light shot from their garden, illuminating them both. The beam struck Helen their silhouette cast on the far wall. Acting instantly, instinctively, Bob pushed his wife down low, as the beam cut off. Leaping for the door, he slapped the lights back on. He dashed to the window, his fingers digging into the frame, as they curled in anger at this assault... in his own home. The wood cracked and splinted, unobserved by either of them.
Eyes blinking wildly he looked out into the dark garden. The indistinct shapes hard to see, but there was no trace of anyone there anymore.
With a grunting animalistic snort he turned back to his wife. His eyes widened, as he saw her on the bed.
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"H... Helen... you're... Asian?" he stuttered in confusion.
She glanced to the mirror on the door of their wardrobe. It was true, her face looked Asian. Concentrating, she transformed back. Feeling her body return to more modest proportions, her rump shrinking back to it's original size. Even if it still felt a little too big. A sigh of relief, as her chest reduced, too. That was something she was quite happy with, enough of a bust without being too extravagant.
But one thing remained the same. Her forehead crinkled as she concentrated. It was effectless, as that same alien face stared back at her.
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