Athiest

It takes her a long time to come to the decision. She opens and closes her mouth several times but finally she reaches a decision.

Choosing the lesser hit to her dignity and control of her own libido over her faith and chastness.

"The first one..."

Elizabeth gasps as her clothes start to shift around her, the fabric running like liquid.

The large unflattering hoodie tightens, growing thinner as it creeps towards the centre of her body.

The sleeves disappear, fading into vapour as the upper half of the top splits, creating a nice view of the canyon being formed by the redhead's boobs as they're pushed together by what is now a very tight black sports top.

Despite their modest size, the pert apple sized boobs like quite nice on her small frame.

Especially as her nipples poke through the thin fabric.

The jogging bottoms immediately follow the hoodie, the legs shooting up to calf height and tightening, becoming a pair of hip hugging yoga pants.

The thin grey material seems to cling to her like paint no matter which way she moves. It could almost be a liquid as it squeezes tight against each globe of her ass cheeks befire dissapearing between them.

It's obvious from first glance she isn't wearing any underway.

Elizabeth's startled gasp soon gives way to outrage.

Red eyebrows crease as her delicate face turns to rage, all previous fear eclipsed.

Even angry, she's hot though and you feel your dick jump in your pants as her hands ball into fists.

She spins around and strides to her wardrobe, providing a beautiful view of her ass and legs. You imagine if she bent down right now you might actually blow your load.

She lets out a wordless noise of anger and despair as her search only reveals...revealing clothing.

She grabs her towel off a nearby drying rack and tries to use it to cover her body. After a few seconds though she starts to squirm and throws it down, looking dejected. "It's no use! It doesn't feel right!" She sighs explosively before glaring at you.

"What about this?" You say, holding up the bible you had swiped before the change. A closer inspection reveals every other religious icon seems to have vanished. The religious posters and books, even the cross on the wall have gone.

She snatches it from you and holds it up to herself, as if she's trying to gain some hidden insight from the weatherworn book. She flicks it open and rapidly pages through before slamming it shut.

"Useless." She grunts angrily and rather unceremoniously dumps the aged book in the bin.

"Well done! Are you happy now?" She snipes and you quirk an eyebrow suprised at how the quiet reserved girl of a few moments ago has gone.

You wonder if making her athiest has changed her personality some how or if she always had a core of fire behind that scholarly facade.