Platinum

Pointing towards it, your new long pink nails obscuring a good amount with you finger on the picture, you indicate the one with blonde hair so bright, it's almost white. After all, it'd look so sexy with all the pink you now have plastered on you!

"Platinum, huh? The classic." Hawk turns away from you, rummaging through a bag you think she didn't have before? "It's said that if you have below 50 IQ, your hair automatically turns platinum." Finding what she wants, she turns back, a comb in hand. "So let's fix that, shall we?"

Taking your hair to the comb, she runs it through, going along its length. It feels soothing, and you can't help but close your eyes and hum happily at the feeling. While you do, you have some time for thoughts to yourself. Well, as much thoughts as you can have, now really. Which isn't a lot. Mostly you think about cocks; thick, veiny, long, hard cocks to fill your new fuck-tunnel. You can feel yourself drool at that, hungry for it, thinking how happy you'd be to suck one too, wondering how it might taste. Unconsciously, you bring two fingers to your lips and suck at them, producing a muffled moan with your lips clamped around your digits. It's funny to you now, a cock is something so sexy and hot.; if you still had yours, you'd never stop playing with it! Stroking it, rubbing it, squeezing its balls, there'd be soooo much to do! At least you've got your new cunny, gawd, it's so hot. You wonder if girls always feel so horny, how do they even have time for other stuff? Well, you figure you'll at least have fun getting pretty and shopping. You find that exciting, finding sexy outfits to show off to everyone around you! Get all the boys hard, and all the girls wet too!

"Having fun?" You hear Hawk's voice, and open your eyes. You give her a muted giggle, your fingers still in your mouth before you make a show of popping them out. "Like, yeah!" A string of saliva drips between your fingers and lips before breaking as Hawk continues, "Good. And you'll be happy to know I've finished your hair."

Looking back at the mirror, you squeal happily at what you see. Your hair is now so bright blonde now, that most will think you an air-head even without seeing your dumbfounded face. On top of that, your hair has grown down to your knees, long and beautiful. You run your hands through it and coo at how soft and silky smooth it feels. Giggling, you wrap it in your fingers, twirling it, playing with it already.

"I've also increased the length, I thought you might like that." Hawk chimes in, while you keep giggling, and grab both ends on your head, platinum blonde waterfalls of pigtails flowing down off either side of you, more ideas of how you might style it percolating to the surface.

"But now, for my favorite part, the most important thing that will let everyone know how much of a bimbo-slut you'll be!" Hawk makes a gesture, waiting for you to respond, but you just stare at her blankly, head a little tilted.

"Your tits, Sweetie. How big do you want your tits?! (I'm not drooling, fuck off.) None of your new body parts will weigh anything, by the way. You can have any body part as big as you want and feel none of the normal effects of it." She shows you another page, more images on it, as your eyes widen and you look at your choices with excitement.