Well, first, some clothes

Just because John changed herself didn’t mean that the laws against public indecency did. Before she went anywhere, she was going to have to throw something on, as much of a sin it was to cover something this beautiful up.

John opened up her closet, looking for something…passable to wear. Hoo boy, did she need a new wardrobe. She tried on numerous pairs of clothes, but nothing quite fit anymore and with each article of clothing that didn’t sit right on her, she threw on her old bed like yesterday’s garbage. Eventually, John had to face facts: nothing that fit her previous and admittedly disgusting form was going to fit and would have to make some concessions until she could buy something new.

After picking out some clothes for the week, John threw what was left into bags, intending to drag them over to the nearest thrift store later. She had settled on some of her old graphic tees that were basically crop tops on her now, thanks to her massive rack and increases to her height and a set of blue jeans that if she didn’t wear a belt with, they’d slide off if not for wide hips and buttocks. John panicked when she couldn’t find shoes in her size, but did manage to find an old pair of flip-flops that barely fit, but no one was going to notice.

There was just one last thing to take care of before she left. She looked once more at the Amazonian beauty that she had become only a couple hours before, concentrated, and snapped her fingers. While she had no make-up to speak of, with John’s new power, changing the pigmentation of her skin to look like she had on make-up was child’s play. Nothing too extravagant – lips, blush, eyeliner, and a touch of eyeshadow; she even changed her natural pheromones to smell like perfume, and not the cheap stuff, either.

Satisfied, John left her abode to begin her new life.