Maybe not the right part

In a fit of nihilistic trolling, John decided to just go long and give the middle finger to this app. As he walked towards the elevator, he erased a word and wrote a new one before skimming over it.

"Having just gotten out of his cheap and dingy car, John the bimbo is trying to repair his phone," the screen now wrote as he pushed the summon button for the elevator. As the elevator arrived empty, John pressed the button and walked into the elevator.

Something felt off as John's heels clacked into the elevator and glanced over at the dirty mirror inside to see if she could see anything weird.

John gasped as she saw her massive tits taking up an absurd amount of space in the mirror. "Oh my god!" she gasped with stupendous shock. Gone was the stained salmon pink t-shirt, replaced with a neon pink cotton shirt bursting with silicon tits the size of her head. Kept in place by a hard working pink with dark blue details swimsuit bra.

John's new hair was long and dyed platinum blonde, her old mousy grey color barely visible in the roots. Her face reminded her of her previous face, as if she was a long lost cousin or sister that did plastic surgery and botox. She looked younger than him, but she thought she was same age as before as John didn't care much about his looks before.

Further down, below her now incredible impressive abs, instead of her worn jeans, she now wore a pair of legless denim shorts with the legs torn off high enough to make anyone watching her from behind wonder if one of her butt cheeks would pop out on accident.

She unbuttoned one button, turned her rear towards the elevator mirror and pulled down her shorts slightly to give her impressive rear asset a closer look. She choked a moan with a gasp as she realized she was not wearing any panties beneath.

As she stood there in silence for a moment and took her new body into view, the elevator made a ding and the door opened.

(images: Nikita Von James)