The changes starts

Paris woke up the next day refreshed. Going to the bathroom, she took off her nightie and noticed that her skin got slightly darker. She didn't remember getting that much under the sun, but it looked good, so she didn't mind. But then, her bigger surprise came with the mirror. She looked different, her eyes were more in almond shape and she had some... Asian traits ? Not only that, but she was sure to be one or two inches smaller.

"What happened last night ??" She said to herself.

It didn't make sense, one doesn't change in look overnight ! She didn't had time to look into it, she had to prep herself for classes and there was only an hour to do so. She took a shower, put on some skin care and make up, chose the perfect clothes for the day and rushed out.

Paris arrived in class, expecting some remark about her new face, but she was welcomed by her classmates like nothing was wrong. Which threw her off a little bit, but her experience in keeping her emotions in check helped her keeping the face. She still needed to ask.

"Do I look different today ?"

The three girls with her looked with attention at her.

"No. You look perfect as always." One said, and the other two agreed.

"Great ! I was a little bit scared I messed up with my make up." Paris commented.

Then the course started and Paris started to listen carefully. She hadn't good grade for nothing, she worked as hard as she was for her look. But today, it was difficult to stay focused. She often surprised herself sucking the tip of her pen instead of writing. It was somehow soothing for her to do so. If only it was a little bit bigger...

She realized the trail of her thoughts went weird. But tried to ignore it and listen to the teacher. Luckily she didn't missed much and was able to get herself back at work more often than not. But still, it wasn't like her.

And it wasn't the only thing she noticed. She met her boyfriend a little bit later. He didn't saw her physical changes either, but that wasn't the point. The fact that he was now quite bigger than her, made her feel weak, in a way. And when he took a ham sandwich at the cafeteria, when he tries sometimes, she tried to stop him as always. Those were fat and she didn't want him to get bigger.

"You're not going to eat that, don't you ?"

He looked at her absolutely serious.

"Since when do you decide what I eat ?"

Just with the authority in his tone, she felt shrinking and didn't say a word. She never did that, losing an argument against him. What was going on with her ?

It got even worst later when he went quite physical in the park, putting his arm around her waist and passing his hand in her hairs. She couldn't even stop him. Wasn't he a good Catholic ? What was happening with him ? But when he put his tongue in her mouth during a kiss, she had to stop him.

"I-I need to go home to study..." She managed to lie.

"Yes, sure, work hard, Paris." He told her while she rushed out of his grasp.

Paris went back to the sisterhood house and laid on her bed for a moment. Why was she so flustered, she felt so warm and light headed. She never felt like this.

"What the heck is wrong with me ??" She said to herself.

It took a moment for her to calm down, but after that, she opened her mac book and found the site she more or less forgot about. And there was a message on the page.

Be careful, the inscription is not complete. Incomplete information can lead to unwanted and drastic changes over the next few days. Please continue.

"Wait, is it the site that changed me ? Is that even possible ?" She thought out loud.

Seing Submissive Asian Humiliation and Cum addict Slut, it would actually make sense. Did that mean that if she didn't finish the inscription she could be even more like those supposedly research from her fiancé ?

No way, that would be stupid, like anything of the like would actually exist. No matter what's going on, there must be a logical explanation.

Paris shut down the site and started to study, sucking her pen while reading the cursus. She went to bed later that night, hoping that this day was just a vivid dream or her imagination.