Blonde Bimbo

The card begins to burn in your hand as you feel your body begin to convulse. Long strands of blonde hair dangle before your eyes.

“What the fuck?” You say in a mock valley girl impersonation.

You move the hair away from your eyes realizing it is not a wig or trick. It is your hair. In your peripheral vision you see your manly hands shimmer and melt until they are smooth and slender. Your finger nails glow a faint pink color, the glow settling down to reveal pink nail polish.

You begin running your hands across your body feeling as your masculine features morph into more feminine ones. As you hand runs across your chest you feel your muscles begin to flatten and your chest begin to heave as large breasts form.

You look down to see your loose fitting male clothes around a sexy hour glass figure. Your hand touches your face and you feel what little is left of your stubble be replaced with silky soft skin.

“Oh my god!” You say in a high pitch scream your voice no longer your own.