Strut and Style

”You really think that this looks good on me?” I asked as I looked at myself in the mirror.

“Aww come on,” Regina said as she leaned forward, her tits swinging low in her tight red dress that contoured to her body, “You gotta have more confidence in yourself.”

“Ugh, how can I?” I said as I spun to face her, twirling the blue sequin dress a little that came down to my knees. “I mean, I’ll be next to Vanessa, who is a fashion model and a cheerleader. And we’re gonna be surrounded by other fashion model ladies. How can I not feel out of place?”

“You know, I know that it’s only been a few days,” Regina said, crossing her arms and pushing her tits closer together. Goddess, could she have chosen a dress with even more cleavage? “But, how quickly you forget that you have a ring that could make you even sexier.” She pointed to the Reality Ring. “You really haven’t been using it that much lately, have you?”

“You’re the one who gets concerned and makes me worried every time I use it!” I said, trying not to raise my voice lest Vanessa hear.

“Because you keep making massive changes that involve multiple people and mind changes,” Regina said, throwing her hands up in exasperation. “But bodily changes are different. They’re WAY easier. Try, um, making your boobs bigger.”

“Typical that’s what you’re going for,” I said, shaking my head.

Still, she had a point. I looked at myself again in the mirror. I had a slim body, but I never quite felt like I was really that attractive. Sure, previous boyfriends had always admired me, but I always felt more on the petite and cutesy side rather than stunning and sexy like Vanessa. You know, the kind of girls that get everyone turning their heads. Maybe a little boost here and there wouldn’t hurt.

Slowly, I focused on myself and the ring. First, I started with something small and removed my armpit hair and smell. The ring warmed up, but very slightly, like dipping my finger in lukewarm water. I saw the few hairs and stuff I did have vanish instantly. I ran my hands along them. Perfectly smooth.

“You’ll save a damn fortune not going to any spas,” Regina said as she came up and ran her hands along my sides. “So, what’s next?” she asked, not-so-subtly brushing her hands against my boobs.

I focused next on my chest, expanding and reshaping my boobs to a bit better shape and size. I could feel a funny little tingle coursing through me as I watched them get bigger.

“Looking sexy, Ringmaster,” Regina said.

Next, I expanded out my thighs. Just a little bit to be more curvy. Finally, as I looked over to the shoes that Vanessa had chosen for me to wear, I decided on a bit of a different change. I felt the magic channel through me as I made myself able to walk perfectly fine in heels. I spruced my hair up a little, adding a bit more bounce and curl to them. Few blemishes and moles and zits vanished away and I think I was done. I spun myself around, admiring myself in the mirror.

“Damn, I look good,” I said, feeling confident about myself. I slipped on my shoes for the full ensemble. “Well?”

“Hmm,” Regina said, looking at me before giving me a thumbs-down. “Too much cloth. You need to lose the dress and shoes. Panties too, then get down betwe- Owww.” she playfully feigned being hurt as I gave her a gentle slap on the shoulder. “For real though, you look great, Ringmaster. You looked great beforehand too.”

“Thanks Regina,” I said as I turned to the mirror and adjusted a few of my curls. Though, as I saw Regina’s reflection, the vision from earlier sat on my mind. “What can you tell me about Rene?”

“Rene? Who is that again?” Regina asked as she scratched her head. “You gotta be, like, WAY more specific.”

“She was an old Ringmaster. I met her in the Halls of the Ringmasters,” I said, still pretending to adjust my hair.

“Rene… Rene… Rene… OH! Her,” Regina said as the memories came back to her. “Yeah, I remember her now. Tribal kind of girl. Lived in the tropical region of what you guys call Central America. Why do you ask?”

“Um, what was she like when she was Ringmaster?”

“Pretty typical. Started out just experimenting with what it can do. Got worshiped as a priestess a couple hundred times. Started to do what she could for her tribe before she ended up passing away and I got moved onto the next one.” Regina leaned forward, her arms between her legs. “Look, don’t be worried about comparing yourself to the ones who came before you. There have been wonderful and terrible Ringmasters. I don’t judge them too harshly, unless they start hurting innocent people or kids. Then I draw the line.”

“Ah… thanks Regina.” I couldn’t bring myself to tell her about the vision that I had earlier. Maybe tonight I’ll be able to talk to Seqora or Rene about it. I wanted to know who she was running from and why I had the vision, but there wasn’t any need to concern Regina.

“I know it’s only been a few days,” Regina said, coming up and putting her arm around me and resting them on my boobs, “But you’re learning and you’re growing. Hell, you got, like, six girlfriends in less than a week.”

“Yeah, you’re right,” I said as I leaned back and kissed Regina firmly on the lips. “Thanks.”

“No problem,” she said as she licked her lips after the kiss. She was probably tasting the strawberry lip gloss that I had on. “Now, let’s go show Vanessa how good you look and then it’s off we go!”

I smiled as she headed out. I looked down at the Reality Ring for a few seconds, wondering if it was some sort of divine fate that I ended up with it. But, for right now, my mind was on the night ahead.