It works

Ms. Crowin strained, face wrinkling. I could see tears collect in her eyes from the effort. Just as I was about to order her to stop, a change began in the roots of her hair and cascaded down like a waterfall. Her black hair was straw blonde now, her silver hairs having become white during the change. As she relaxed, I could see her eyebrows flash to blonde as well. She slumped, panting.

My jaw dropped. Somehow, my command had **** her to fulfill what should have been an impossible request. Nothing about the cut or curl of her hair had changed, only the color. Interesting.

"Rick, c-could I trouble you for a drink of water?" Ms. Crowin stammered.

Obliging her, I ducked over to the kitchen and grabbed a glass from the drying rack. I filled it in the sink and brought it over. She smiled weakly at me and accepted it, and I sat down opposite her. It was time to double down. I took a breath.

"Ms. Crowin, please remove your shawl and jacket."

She sat up, unwrapping the oversized shawl and slipping out of her coat. She held them awkwardly, looking around for a place to set them down, then simply hung them over the arm of the chair. Underneath, she had on a thin black shirt and blue jeans, her wide stomach stretching the material of both. She looked at me expectantly.

"Answer me honestly, please. Do you like your body?" I asked.

She crossed her arms over her chest. "Yes. It's my body and I don't care what other people think. I know I'm beautiful, and I'm happy with who I am."

"Please want me to change your body. Please only be happy with your body when I'm happy with it." I grinned. "Now, do you like your body?"

Ms. Crowin's attitude changed, and she sat a little straighter in the chair. "I... I don't know. Do you like my body?"

"Take off your clothes and I'll tell you."

"I-I'm not very comfor-"

"Please strip and show me your body."

She stood, pulling off her shirt and revealing a hefty white bra, which came off too. Her shoes, socks, pants, and large white underwear soon followed. When she was nude, she stood dutifully in front of me and displayed herself.

Her skin was pale and and sweaty. She had large, sagging breasts and a massive gut, her weight poorly distributed around her waist and thighs. The hair around her vagina was, I was happy to see, blonde, but it was messy and even had some lint trapped in it. It also looked as though she had not trimmed her toenails in a month. I decided to be an optimist and see plenty of room for improvement.

"Ms. Crowin, I'm not happy with what I see here," I told her. She looked crestfallen. "But, I think we can fix that." She perked up again. "I want you to please..."