Bitch outside, softie inside, Hot everywhere.

Lizzie hated the decision she had to make, her stomach was a clenched knot of anger and remorse as she chose the second choice.

"The tattoos..."

Although she hated the affect her actions would have on Sam's outward appearance, surely it was still better than turning what could have been a morally decent person into a manipulative bitch.

"One inked up example of not judging a book by it's cover coming up!" You say with a gleaming smile, snapping your fingers for effect.

You're actually surprised as without any ceremony, Sam's clothes vanish without in a puff of smoke,

"Huh..." You say, eyebrow raised as you wonder why the Sam is now strolling around butt naked, perhaps whatever governed this power wanted them to see the full extent of the changes on the girl's body.

And what a body it was...

You have no idea what the past 80 or so years of Samantha Babbage's life were but with a body like that you would be intensely disappointed if she hadn't been at least a little adventurous. It would have been an inexcusable waste of genetics if she'd spent her life as nun or something.

Blond hair frames a cute, pixieish face, a smattering of freckles the only inconstancy on smooth sun kissed skin. Her vivid green eyes add a lively vibrancy to her face, her smile could brighten up a room and her cute button nose wrinkled when she laughs, which seemed to be on the verge of doing now as the jogger attempts to excuse himself from the awkward situation he's found himself in.

A firm pert ass topped a pair of long slender legs that wouldn't be amiss on a runner or a swimmer seemed just about ready to start skipping down the sidewalk. Your dick strains as it imagines what that might do to the pair of m modest, handful sized tits that sit on her chest, above a flat defined stomach.

All in all, she wouldn't be out of place on a beach, sunning herself in a skimpy two piece bikini. The image is a lovely one, one you might have to explore later...

For now...You're more interested in how that image is changing.

The first thing you notice is her skin growing paler, slowly at first as if allowing time for you and Lizzie to notice it, before it seems to pick up speed turning her previously golden complexion pale.

Incredibly pale.

She actually looks like she might be an albino if not for the fact her blond hair has darkened, her formerly golden curls are now a waterfall of straight ink blackness down one side of her head, the other side being shaved short, almost down to the scalp in contrast.

Then before your eyes patches of colour start to form on her skin, indistinct and faded at first before before sharpening into perfect clarity.

Intricate floral patterns blossomed across her body, roses of purple, pink and red twist up her long, toned legs while thorny vines snake down her arms.

A series of snakes bursts from the bed of flowers, two slither up, wrapping around her body and around her cute tits, their mouths open wide as if to bite down on the pink nipples. Another dives down, circling her mons before circling her waist and doubling back to her midriff, a black rose in its fanged mouth.

Shortly after a lace black thong fades into existence between her two pert ass cheeks, soon followed by a very tight and very short skirt that hugs the contours of her ass.

A sheer black tank top, emblazoned with the name of some obscure eclectic band stretches over her boobs., baring her trim tattoo laden midriff, now complete with a silver ring on her belly button, two more rings are visible on her nipples as they press against the tank top.

A pair of knee high black and red striped socks, a pair of heavy boots, a stylish leather jacket and a dark red stripe in her ink black hair complete the look.

Somehow more noticeable however is her demeanour as she sashays confidently down the street, practically flashing the young jogger, seemingly uncaring that her shaved pussy is one strip of cloth away from being out in the wind.

As the two female cops walking down the street give her an intense look, she simply responds with by flipping them the bird before shooting the blushing jogger a mocking but cheerful smirk .