"I'm just what they're looking for"

Still a bit aggravated but feeling more confident by the minute. "I'm just what they're looking for, believe me," I say and catch a glance from my guide. A tingle went through my body and things felt strange for a second. The secretary gave me a conceding grin and a nod, seeming to agree with my statement.

Oh, fuck, did I change myself again? I glance down and notice my longer, blonde hair dancing across my now silicon filled breasts.

Wait, blonde hair and silicon tits? I look down and try to be subtle about checking out my own tits and body.

(image: Juelz Ventura)

I find I've filled out in the right places, growing a pair of longer legs and gained thicker curves. I definitely exercise a lot more keep my amazonian physique in perfect shape. I lick my lips and notice there's more to moisten. I glance at a mirror in the hallway and find my new face glancing back.

Welp, I guess I'm exactly what they're looking to look for, but did I change anything else?

"Miss Davina is here," Jessica announces as she leans in through a door. Someone is muttering on the other side and you don't quite catch it, but by the tone it sounds like Jessica had been given a question if she approved or not, and from her body language you think she did give you a pass. She turns back and opens the door for you. You smile and check your posture one last time before sashaying inside, finding yourself face to face with the interview team.