It is empty, Rukia is hired!

The mist immediately enveloped Rukia, and covered her mouth as she was lifted into the air. She gave a muffled protest, wondering if this was some kind of trap set by a Hollow. They often had unique and surprising abilities after all, so it wasn't out of the question. She then gave a silent shriek as the school uniform she wore to blend in dissolved away, exposing her slender form.

However, before she could really work up a panic, her mind began to feel fuzzy... And in a pleasant manner as well. As if the mist was easing her worries. Her terror melted away, replaced by a serene calm at the situation, feeling reassured that somehow, what was happening to her wouldn't be some terrible fate, though it might seem that way to an outside perspective.

Rukia moaned as the mist continued to work its literal magic on her heart and soul, already not wanting it to stop. She also stopped being bothered by the nudity as her inhibitions also melted away. Her normally somewhat serious mind turned towards, all manner of hedonistic and normally impossible sexual acts without the slightest bit of discomfort. She allowed herself to feel aroused as the mist relaxed its grip on her as she stopped struggling, and began embracing the changes.

Then, the mist began to work on her body. Every blemish faded from her skin, from simple pimples to more permanent marks like small moles and even her faint training scars. The mist seemed to be absorbed into her skin as it did its work, producing an absolutely wonderful sensation for Rukia, making her croon as she lost herself in the sensations. "Oh... Oh yeah, keep going!" she moaned, arching her back as she floated.

A particularly thick trail of mist hovered over her breasts, as if considering, before sinking right in. She gasped as sensations flooded her small tits, which expanded, ever so slightly. She still wouldn't be winning any size contests with Orihime, or several other notable female Soul Reapers, but her boobs were now a bit more noticable as they reshaped slightly, making them absolutely perfect for her frame. Her hips also flared out just a bit more, and her pussy tightened a tad. The lamp had seemed to prefer subtle adjustments with her.

Then, jewelry began to form. A golden collar materialized around her neck, containing a single large, silver diamond encrusted in it. Similarly, her wrists were bound in tight, but not circulation restricting, wrist bands, also encrusted each with a diamond with the silvery glow. Her head gained a circlet as it formed, and her ankles were bound in bands as well. Her slender biceps were the final touch, each gaining gold bands around them.

Then came the clothing. Fine, sheer white silk reminiscent of exotic dancers in the Middle East formed on her body. A sleeveless top materialized on her chest, leaving her midriff and some cleavage bare. Around her lower half, silk panties and a loincloth came into being. From the bands on her biceps, detached sleeves flared out, and attached by the corners to the circlet, a veil covered her lower face. The silk was amazing, comfortable, caressing her skin sensually. And quite sexy too, given it was essentially transparent, leaving nothing of her form to the imagination. She'd look like less of a slut butt ass naked.

Then, the sensations running through her intensified in her feet. She looked down, seeing her toes begin to disintegrate, turning into more mist and yet... She could still feel them, and they felt amazing, albeit odd, not quite like toes anymore. The mist moved up her feet, and then her calves, followed by her thighs, before finally ending at her hips, stopping just at her midriff, the transition from flesh to mist actually looking smooth and seamless. The mist around then fully coalesced into what seemed like a long, sinuous tail made of it, attached to her torso, and the other, thinner end firmly attached to the spout of the lamp.

She could actually feel the tail like it was fully solid and part of her body, and she was able to move it on instinct, taking moment to experimentally undulate it, even tugging with it, but was completely unable to detach it from the lamp, or even move said lamp. "...huh... I look damn good now," Rukia remarked, unconcerned with her predicament, looking herself over, and smirking.

Then, she felt a pull on her entire being, and saw the lamp seem to get bigger, and closer, and realized she was shrinking down and being pulled in. Feeling a sense of reassurance and security, she didn't fight it, and she knew she couldn't anyway, so willingly let it play out. With an audible pop, she entered the spout.