Louise

You settled on Louise. Louise is a 24 year old girl, dating one of your other friends called Sam. She is short, standing at exactly 5 foot, and has a flat arse, tiny A cup breasts and curly mousy brown hair which reaches just past her shoulders.

At the moment she was wearing a pair of tight jeans, hugging her flat arse to its best ability, and a white T shirt with some text on it. You couldnt read the text, nor did you care.

You realised, while looking at her, that you had never seen her in a dress before. So you decided to change her outfit style. Louise would no longer wear trousers and T shirts, she would exclusively wear dresses. In a blink of the eye her clothing changed. She was wearing a flowing white dress with red roses dotted over it. It looked a bit off with her nerdy looking face and glasses and her mousy brown hair. But, you had to admit, she looked cuter now. It was just a shame she had no curves, though you didnt want to give any to her just yet. You probably would later though, you admitted to yourself.

You settled down in your chair for the rest of the journey, admiring the view, and admiring the ring on your finger. You did a quick few thoughts to ensure noone would notice the ring, and that noone with any other kind of reality altering device could use it on you without you knowing, and then had a nap. It was around 40 minutes till you woke up, the bus pulling up by the beach.