Mental Control

Nothing happened, her reflection remained the same. Sara then closed her eyes, “Come on,” she said. She thought hard on being more beautiful. Warmth filled her body.

She opened her eyes, before her was someone who looked like a goddess made real. She still wore her t-shirt and jeans, but her skin was free of all blemishes, her hair had a silken shine, and her body was perfectly sculpted.

She examined every detail about herself. The body was still recognizable as her own. But in a way that removed every flaw. Her clothes were also minorly changed to accommodate her new form. She bit her lip as she used her hands to caress her sides, brush her hair, and feel her breasts.

Sara remembered that the woman said she could collapse from using the necklace’s power too much. She closed her eyes again, thinking about being as beautiful as a model. The warmth cooled down, but was still present.

She opened her eyes to see an attractive young woman staring back at her. Not as beautiful as the goddess from before, but definitely a step above what she looked like before.

“I guess I’ll be able to adjust the strength of my beauty,” she said out loud, “That should help keep me from over exerting myself.”