The hooker becomes the train baddie!

Jon’s pulse quickened as he pulled the RAC discreetly from his pocket. The hooker watched him curiously, tilting her head with practiced nonchalance, unaware of the reality-altering plans unfolding before her. He quickly keyed in parameters, visualizing every captivating detail he’d memorized from the mysterious woman on the train.

Pressing the activation button, Jon felt a slight ripple through the air, as if reality itself inhaled sharply. Before his eyes, the woman’s features shifted subtly yet unmistakably. Her hair deepened into glossy raven-black waves cascading elegantly around her now-refined features. Her tired eyes brightened, reshaping into the intelligent, almond-shaped gaze he’d admired earlier. Even her clothes shimmered briefly, reshaping into an edgy, stylish ensemble echoing the gothic flair he vividly recalled—black jeans hugged shapelier hips, fishnet stockings peeked alluringly through artful tears, and a fitted leather jacket emphasized her lean, graceful figure.

She blinked, unaware of the transformation. Jon’s heart raced with awe and excitement; the change was seamless, reality itself rewritten around them.

Yet, Jon wasn’t quite satisfied. With another quick adjustment on the RAC, he keyed in alterations to her personality—moving from weary and coarse to sophisticated, sweet, and warmly bubbly—and enhanced her bust size, watching with anticipation as the new reality took hold.

Mid-conversation, her demeanor shifted. Her eyes sparkled as her posture straightened, confidence blooming visibly. Her expression brightened with innocent charm.

“Oh my gosh, I’m sorry—sometimes I’m so scatterbrained!” she laughed warmly, her voice now gentle and inviting. “Where were we?”

Jon’s gaze drifted downward as her bust began swelling noticeably, pressing softly yet firmly against her black jacket. Each subtle breath seemed to enhance the curve and volume.

She adjusted herself naturally, oblivious, continuing cheerfully, “You know, people are always surprised. They hear J-cup and they think, ‘no way,’ but—” she glanced down playfully, laughing again with an effortless, joyful sound. Her jacket shimmered briefly, reality adjusting seamlessly to support her new proportions, revealing just enough to emphasize her voluptuous yet sophisticated figure. “Honestly, clothes shopping can be such an adventure!”

Jon couldn’t help but smile, both amazed and thrilled by his creation. “I can imagine,” he replied softly, anticipation electrifying the air between them. Reality had shifted perfectly to support her new confidence, leaving no trace of the world that existed moments before.

With another charming giggle, she stepped closer, eyes twinkling warmly. “Now, where shall we begin?”