A bit

"Are you OK?" asked Jack.

"I don't know what happened?" said the young lady, still covering her crotch and chest. "And my voice is sooo, it's like I'm on helium?"

"What's your name?"

"Butterfly Ramone."

"Nice name. It suits you with that iridescent hair, and that butterfly wings tattoo."

The woman looked at her hair and tried to look at her back. "But my name..."

"What about it?"

"It's...for some reason I thought it was Becca."

"And anything else unusual?"

"I'm naked outside."

"What's wrong with that? You're in your own yard."

"I...you know, you're right." She lowered her hands, exposing a neatly trimmed patch of iridescent public hair shaved in the shape of a butterfly.

"Why don't you get back in your hammock?" suggested Jack. "I think you got out too fast and got dizzy."

"I think you're right." Butterfly got back into the hammock, which had changed back to the way it was before.

Jack decided he needed a ride, so he summoned a Rolls Royce and drove downtown and parked. He got out of the car and saw a redhead walking down the street towards him. She had on a brightly striped -sweater that rode up and showed a white t-shirt, jeans, and clunky floral-print platform shoes. Her hair was in pigtails.

"Need a makeover," thought Jack.

The woman stumbled as her heels turned into 11 inch platform shoes. "The fuck?" she said, taking a very careful next step. Then her pigtails started to thicken and lengthen. "What the hell?" her braids kept growing until they touched the street. The shoulders of her sweater puffed up until they were huge. Her belt grew a huge round belt buckle with an engraving of a woman sucking cock and the words Champion Cock Sucker! engraved around the edge. The medallion around her neck grow bigger and the arrow more pronounced and the chain lengthened so the arrow was right about her crotch and read _Public entrance! _Her jeans shrank to a pair of Daisy Dukes and a pair of rainbow socks crept up her legs to her knees.

The woman started to freak out, but Jack decided to make her think she was still dressed the same as when she left her place and not notice any difference until someone pointed it out or she got home.

The woman, still trying hard not to fall off of her heels, walked on and past Jack.

"I'm good at this," thought Jack. "I should give advice." He spotted a hair salon and walked in, making sure no one paid him any mind. He saw a woman getting a trim.

"I'm thinking something more radical," he thought as he noticed he was also horny again.