Ariella

Looking elsewhere in the room you spot Ariella. She is a five foot tall 23 year old girl. Her long brown hair is currently in a pony tail which reaches her middle back.

What you care about, however, is what she is currently wearing. It is too boring. Its a simple pair of loose jeans, and a thick black jumper. Its a shame, she has some nice curves you would like to be showed off a bit more. Yes she is a bit chubby, but it just means her hips and arse look even more rounded, and her D cup breasts more jiggly.

Focussing, you clicked your fingers and allowed some random magic to happen. You watched as her jeans changed cut ever so slightly to a men’s cut, hugging her arse and hips rather tightly now. Her thick black jumper changed a bit more drastically though. First it changed colour, to a red and white chequered pattern, and then started to get thinner and thinner. Then, some buttons appeared down the middle as the jumper finished transforming into a button up shirt that a man would wear, exemplified by her breasts pulling at the buttons. It was a shirt that would fit a man of her size, but not with breasts.

Grinning to yourself, so not to arouse suspicion you were watching her, you saw her bra fade away. Her breasts dropped by a tiny amount surprisingly. They were more perky and firm that you expected, but they did now move a lot more than before when she did simple movements. That, and her nipples were now standing on display for everyone to watch happily.

You were enjoying the job satisfaction you got from each change you did to someone, especially when they didn’t notice.

You did decide, however, to ensure the next change would be observable to the person it was happening to. And that person was Ashleigh.