It becomes you!

The figure steps up to you, but starts to bump into you, or so you think.

Instead, it moves INTO you, merging its seemingly solid body with yours!

You grab the book and rush to the bathroom. In the mirror, you see that you are now the glamorous version of you that had appeared before. Your complexion, your hair, your posture: all are perfected versions of your normal self. Your tits are perkier (and up maybe half a cup size); your ass tighter; your stomach tauter: it's like you've been on a rigorous diet and a workout program for the past year!

"What on Earth..." You stop, shocked. Even your voice is improved now. You can hear a sultrier, more alluring intonation to your voice: one that makes you think of movie stars and torch singers, rather than the redneck whine you've spent years trying to shed.

One of the other girls wanders in. It's Sharon Garcia, the semi-punk Art major from down the hall. (She looks a little like Sheena Easton, but more voluptuous.) Normally, she no more than nods to you (you don't have a lot in common). Tonight, however, she stops and stares.

"What have you done to yourself, kiddo? You are looking HOT tonight! Got a special date?"

"N-no," you stammer, "just experimenting with a few things."

"Well, the experiments sure are working out. You're gonna have to beat the guys off with a stick! Of course, most of them deserve it!" She sneers slightly at that, and you suddenly remember that rumor says she is gay, or at least bi. "Seriously, though, babe, you're gonna have to tell me what you've been doing, 'cuz suddenly you're one of the majorest babes in the building."