Natalie Beaker, shy, closeted nerd

Natalie read the enchantment again. She wanted it to be perfect. Saturday nights were amongst her favourite times. Her parents were away, her neighbours were clubbing and there was no-one to interrupt her. She had dreamed about this for years. And now it would happen. “Muliebris Transformare Ultima Perfectio.” She felt a surge of power as she grew. Her legs stretched out, her backside expanded and she was now in E cups. Her muscles in her arms, back and legs felt strong. She held her glasses in her hand and blew. They transformed immediately into sunglasses.

The leggings and tight tanktop would make it clear she was going commando. She smirked. It was time. She jogged happily, feeling a surge of adrenaline and endorphins. She felt euphoric, the world was her to take. And as she sped past a familiar tree in the park, she saw her victim, foolishly leap out from the bushes, armed with a large machete. “Give me your purse…then your clothes. NOW!” “You first.” She smirked as he screamed.

George woke up in a daze. Where was he? The last thing he remembered was trying to rob that superhottie in the park. His arms wouldn’t work. And….they were smaller. Had the bitch **** hin somehow. “Hello Gina.” George managed to raise his eyes and widened. The hottie was wearing a black, vibrating strapon and nothing else. She held a hairbrush in one hand and a featherduster in the other. “Silly Gina. You thought that you were in charge. Let me drill that notion out of you.” Natalie smirked as Gina pled, tears flowing from her face like white wine. She loved how f***able idiots like this were, when they were in the right body. Julia Nickson was a true beauty. And soon, a very fuc**ble one.