They Start with Tonya

This time, it was Tonya who managed to get a few words out. She stuttered, "W-what do you mean, you want to shape things?"

The first spirit, the one with the deeper voice, answered her, "You'll see, and I think you're going to like it. We're going to like it, at least. Why don't we get started?" He -- the girls assumed they were both 'he,' because of their voices and because their ghostly outlines had a masculine shape to them -- made a gesture, and the girls found themselves **** to stand up and stand in a line. Katie's feet, moving on their own volition, shuffled her across the room to join the other five.

"So that's interesting," said the second spirit. "Only four of them dressed as Spice Girls. You'd think they would have gotten a group of five together so they could do the whole group."

"That's easy to fix," pointed out the first spirit. "We've got Posh" -- he pointed to Katie -- "Ginger" -- Lisa -- "Sporty" -- Melissa -- "and Baby" -- Beth -- "so the one we're missing is Scary, and she just happens to be" -- his finger, or whatever it was he was using to point with, was aimed squarely at Tonya -- "black."

"W-what?" Tonya looked worried.

"Do you want to do the honors, Number Two?" asked the first spirit.

"Delighted, Number One," said the second spirit, with an exaggerated bow. Apparently seeing the expression on Tonya's face, he said, "Oh, don't look so worried. You're already wearing a sexy outfit. I'm just going to make it a little more exciting."

He waved, and Tonya's black dress and black stockings transformed into a leopard-print velour material, then shifted their position. The top of each stocking crept upward and then the two merged together until they became a pair of tight pants; meanwhile, the bottom hem of her dress was advancing up her body, and up and up, until it was little more than a bikini top with wide straps, showing off plenty of her dusky brown cleavage. She then felt herself being **** up onto her tiptoes as her black flats morphed into a pair of shiny leather calf boots with overly high heels.

"Now for the hair and makeup," said Number Two. He gestured again, and Tonya couldn't quite see it, but she now had bright blue eye shadow on her face and her lips were now a bright red with a vivid sheen to them. She could see out of the corner of her eyes that her eyeliner was now more obvious, and her eyelashes seemed thicker and fuller, maybe even a little longer.

The big change, though, was that her hair, chemically straightened but still its natural color, exploded into wavy curls and bleached itself until it was a light brown with some blonde streaks.

"You do good work," said Number One. "Let me just finish her off with the jewelry. This time he gestured, and Tonya felt a brief tingling around her navel and in her nose. She automatically touched both, and found that she had a charm dangling from a piercing at the top of her navel and had a small ring poking through the side of her nose into her left nostril.

"Oh, my God, this isn't, like, a costume," gasped Tonya.

"Of course not," said Number One, sounding a little offended. "We're the Shapers, not the Costumers. As of now, this is how you normally dress -- your closet at home is full of stuff like this. This is your natural hairstyle and color. Your face is --"

Tonya interrupted, "B-but this isn't --"

Number Two interrupted back, "Look, we've given you some things that a lot of women would love to have. You got those piercings without any pain. Your makeup will always look perfect. Your feet feel extra comfortable in high heels. You could run a marathon in those boots."

"But my parents will kill me if I come home like this!" wailed Tonya.

"Your parents are the least of your worries at present," warned Number One. "I suggest you quietly accept your changes for now while we turn our attention to your friends."

"But I --"

"ENOUGH!" bellowed Number One, who gestured toward her chest. Her breasts quickly swelled as Tonya looked down in horror. They didn't stop until they reached the size of what appeared to be volleyballs. Her small leopard-print top had apparently grown along with them, although they still strained against the fabric, being pushed together and upwards to appear even larger than they were.

"Now," said Number One, "since you seem to want our attention so much, we can certainly do other things to you that will attract attention from -- well, not just us, I guess." He turned to Number Two. "How do you think it would look if those giant tits of hers were constantly lactating?"

Number Two asked, "You mean milk, or some kind of aphrodisiac? 'Cause we did aphrodisiac to that one chick in China last year --"

Tonya put her hand over her mouth and shook her head from side to side, her eyes silently pleading with the two spirits not to do anything else to her.

"That's what we thought," said Number One. "All right, who's next?"