Shy, and Anne Hathaway

The extremely feminine and relatively refined Anne Hathaway was hit with the memories and newly exaggerated personality of Megan Thee Stallion. "Ooh~!" she said, feeling her ass up and down, now dressed in a tube top, short skirt, fishnet stockings, and absolutely nothing else. "This nigga be feelin' fine as hell! My pussy sho' as hell be feeling wet-ass! Wet as fuck! Mmm, I be needin' a good cock shoved in dere' right dis' instant!" She twerked before strutting off.

Emma, meanwhile, turned to face John. Her tits were now the size of basketballs and her asscheeks small beachballs. She was wearing a baggy sweatshirt, but one that did very little to cover up her cartoonish physique. She stared at her father through glasses and said, "Dad, that woman was weird, I'd never do something like that. Can we go home now?"