Transform Chris into an Egyptian Hunk

“Your visage displeases me,” Isis said to Chris. She pulled the chain her **** standing up.

Chris’s skin began to darken to an Egyptian olive. His clothes began to disintegrate into sand on the floor. The magic Isis was wielding caused his underwear to shift into a loincloth. His hair turned into longish brown locks and his eyes turned brown.

“What is your name?” Isis asked.

“Chris,” he said.

“No longer,” Isis pulled him so their faces were inches apart. “You will be known as ****. And will never answer to Chris.”

She moved away from him. To get a better look at her work. He looked Egyptian, but he wasn’t quite attractive enough.

She sent magic across the chain. Chris’s muscles began to ripple, becoming more muscle bound. And the bulge beneath his loincloth became more pronounced as she enlarged his cock.

“Perfect,” she said finely satisfied.