Women and boxes never mix…

You reach into the box and pull out exactly what you had been looking for. A tiny silver dress. You walk over to your sister’s mirror and hold the fabric up to your body. You can’t help but smile at how sexy your reflection looks. With this dress and this body, you’re gonna have men practically fighting each other over who gets to spoil you rotten!

(Picture only represents outfit, not necessarily character)

You look back in the box to see if your sister had anything else worth pinching. To your luck, in the box is a white strapless lingerie bra, a white thong, and red heels. You put the outfit on, and despite never having worn a bra or dress before, you somehow innately know what to do. Looking at yourself in the mirror once more, you decide to add a little red lipstick for the finishing touch.

Now, where would you strike first? There was plenty a little lady like yourself could do. Actually, you would need a name for this new body wouldn’t you? What would you choose? You felt so powerful in this body, though you lost your physical strength you had gained the power of beauty. All it took was a simple box, and you could now prey upon all of men’s desirers… Of course, you were no longer John. You were now, Pandora.