Emma Frost.

"Alright," Betty said. "If I'm going to be this way for a bit I want to go for the motherlode. Let's do Emma Frost."

"Ok," Ashley agreed mentally pulling a picture of the character into her mind.

"But wait," Betty suddenly gasped. "Won't I get like, arrested, if I'm suddenly a grown woman in high school?"

"Well," Ashley pondered for a second before mentally having a moment. "People will still know it's you. It will be like you just had a really great makeover. People will notice, but no one is suddenly going to wonder who this chick is."

"Cool," Betty nodded before her face lit up again. "Can I ask for one favor though?"

"Sure," Ashley sighed sort of regretting this now. Betty was her closest friend but she could go overboard really quick.

"Can I get a dick like you?"

"A...dick...like me?" Ashley blinked for a moment. "You wanna be a futa?"

"I just want to know what is like."

Ashley sort of frowned mentally. She understood the impulse, but damn it futas aren't just some fetish for people to try out, they were their own people darn it. Still, she figured a favor for a favor, and maybe teach Betty a small lesson.

"Fine, but here's the deal, the makeover? That one's on the house, but if you want to be a futa in order to fuck, you'll have to be a woman first. You want a cock, I want dibs. You'll be a new you, I get your V-card."

Betty blinked owlishly before looking down shyly her face suddenly red.

"Umm yeah, I guess that's ok," she finally muttered.

"Great," Ashley smiled as she formed the correct command in her head. "First things first I can't just say you look like a comic book character, I don't know what will happen if you suddenly turn 2D or something so this is going to be how she would look as a person. So don't get mad if it isn't perfect."

"As long as I don't look like me I'll never complain."

"Well, Betty you have nothing to complain about because you look just like Emma Frost would look if she was a real person."

In an instant everything about the girl in front of her shifted. Gone was her ugly best friend with her small tits and bad skin in her place was...

"Perfect," Ashley couldn't help but mutter.

"Now that," Betty said as she slid her hands up and down her body. "Is what I'm talking about. Now you want to punch my card here?"

As tempting as that was the school's bathroom wasn't exactly the place for that. Betty deserved better, to say nothing of Ashley. Suddenly the bell rang saving her from that awkward conversation.

"We have to get to class," the young futa told her friend. "After school though, let's head to your place to make it special. My house might get...distracting."

"You naughty girl," Betty purred, her new body making that sort of thing send all sorts of fun signals over Ashley's brain. Instead of waiting for an answer, the once shy and awkward girl marched out in nothing but her corset and panties. Ashley muttered a command under her breath to ensure no one thought it was something worth getting her in trouble for and headed off to her own first class, Gym.