Latoia Berns was for all honesty beautiful, she stood 6'1”, and was flexible enough to take up gymnastics, if it weren't for the rest of her attributes. Latioa was blessed with curves galore, he measurements of a 46” bust, a 38” waist, and 40” hips made her a bombshell, and her chosen profession said a lot about what she did with that figure. She was currently wearing a bright red sundress, tight enough to leave nothing to the imagination, and a pair of black stilleto pumps, which even though they hurt her feet, she wore casually because of her voyeuristic tendencies.
She was an amatuer adult model, her social media accounts all shared the same name, GoddessLatoia, having made a reputation for herself in online circles for her strip teases and ASMR videos, she lived a luxurious life so far. She had been walking along in the parking lot of this strip mall when a large white marble hit the ground behind her, a bright flash of light came as it struck the ground, and for a second she shook her head, dizzy from the light. She continued walking, her body now changed to a pale seventeen year old, her profession hadn't changed though, she still showed her goods, but under the name LordLatoia instead. She made her way to her car, hearing a on the other side of the parking lot, she wasn't fazed, that was kind of normal in this town. She then got in her car and drove off.
Meanwhile, the flash of light that had engulfed Robert subsided, and he spun, his center of mass changing entirely, he fell onto the hood of his car with a scream of panic. Feeling two alien masses on his chest squash themselves against the hood. He looked down and froze, standing back up he was met with a pair of light brown breasts, press upward by a bra that was a little too tight.
“What the fuck...” He gasped as her brought his hands up to touch them, and froze again, staring at his new hands. “Greta...” He said in a luscious voice that wasn't his own. Greta for her part stared at him like a deer in the headlights.
“Greta... What happened to me?”
“I don't know.... I....”
“I need to sit down.” Robert then proceeded to stumble around in the stilleto heels he had on, and finally after clumsily finding his way to the driver seat, he sat down, bumping his head on the door frame he got in the car, timidly examining himself, while Greta sat down. “It was real magic. We have to reverse this!” He started scrambling with the door handle.
“You can't. Mrs. Maple said it's permanent.”
“What?”
“Look at the paper it came with.”
Robert took the paper in his hands and opened it, reading aloud.
“The Marble of Change for Dummies.” He glances at Greta, and continued reading. “So you find yourself bored with you own body? Maybe you want to be a different sex? Or you want revenge on that hot ex of yours taking what you once enjoyed for yourself? Well then Mrs. Maples Marble of Change is for you. Just take aim and throw at your desired target and BOOM! You now own their body from the neck down. But be warned, no one will see a difference, and treat this as your natural form, unless they see you change, well then have fun explaining yourself.” Roberts voice started to shudder. “The body you now possess is now all yours, forever, enjoy you new appearance, and have fun. Note: Mrs. Maple is not responsible for any damages to your social life and/or unintentional changes into animal bodies. No Refunds.”
Robert sat there for a few minutes and stared at his new bust, knowing he had screwed up big time.
“What am I going to do?”
“Well that should teach you not to grab things that aren't yours!”
“GREAT LOOK AT ME! THIS BODY ISN'T MINE!”
“Well it looks like it's yours now.”
“Lets.... Lets just go home.” His manicured hand turned the key to the ignition, he fumbled with the petals in his new heels a few times, but managed to drive home. Just as they pulled up, they saw their mom unloading groceries.
“Oh, no.” Robert muttered. “What am I going to tell mom?”
“She won't notice anything different remember?” They got out of the car, and Robert slowly made his way over to his mother's car, as he always helps with the groceries, and grabbed a few bags.
“Oh thank you Roberta.” She smiled, he nearly froze, this was actually happening, he went about helping with the groceries in a daze, feeling every inch of his new features jiggle with every move, then made his way up to his room, nearly falling twice in the stilettos until he finally took them off, and opened the door to his room. It was still the same, except for the clothing within, all for his new sex, he sat down and put his head in his new hands. “This is so fucked up. What am I going to do?”
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