You can't resist.

Reaching down the large sticky blob flows over your fingers and into the palm of your hand as if it wanted to be there. Raising your hand up you get a closer look. You can see a glow inside of the blob, a blue glow. “Wow, it is glowing.” You say with a little gasp, your voice high and squeaky. “Just a little taste won't hurt.” You can't believe how how odd you sound. Sticking out your tongue you touch the tip to the sticky blob. The instant it breaks the surface the blob flows over your long sexy tongue and across your perfect white teeth, fills your mouth, then with a pop it bursts and flows down your throat, the sticky mass causing you to cough and ****.

An instant later it hits, a sharp kick to the crotch, right in the junk hard enough to lift you off your feet. You crash to your knees coughing and spitting. “What the fuck!” You exclaim between clenched perly white teeth. Your hands instinctively clutch the source of pain and find a tight little cleft where your manhood was not even two seconds ago. Something inside of you rumbles and your belly twists into a knot inside of you as your insides rework themselves with a feeling of much more permanence than anything so far. “Shit... shit... shit... What have I done? This isn't real is it?” You ask while writhing on the floor, the sexy girl in the mirror mocking your movement with her own. The event lasts several minutes and crawls across your entire body as bones and sinew realigns and reshapes your whole being to something completely new.

The little door swings back open and the man steps back inside, “Hey good news, for me anyway I found a demon that will pay for.....” His voice trails off to silence as he watches slack jawed at the complete and total transformation in front of him. “What did you do? That isn't my spell. That is real hardcore magecraft. What did you do? What are you? Look dude or girl or whatever, I was just fucking around with a glamor spell. I'm sorry you don't have to go getting all crazy.” He takes several steps backward. “Fuck this I am out of here.” He says finally before bolting out the door. Faintly you can hear him back in the store telling someone they are closed then the gate slamming shut, all the while your skin itches and burns as it smooths out and softens to that of a sexy girl in her early twenties. Every joint suddenly fires to life and your body is stretched to the limit and if you had the breath to do so you would surely howl. Then it is gone. All the pain and discomfort are gone and your breathing and heart rate slow down to normal levels.

“What the fuck was that?” You ask the girl in the mirror. She of course just mouths the words back at you and stares at your sexy new titties, and tight stomach, the bones of your hips and lowest ribs visible under your skin. “Damn I am skinny.” As you rub your sexy belly you rise first to your knees then standing up with no effort. You can see taught muscle under your skin as well revealing a bit of strength as well. Lifting your leg just for the sake of doing it, you find you can easily clasp it against you till your toes are pointing at the sky. “Flexible also.” Bending forward you can even flow to a handstand with ease even in the small changing room. “Wow. I'm like a cheerleader or something.” Looking yourself all over in the mirror and simply by looking down you decide that while sure you might not be considered the most classically beautiful girl in the world, you are fucking sexy as hell. Someone you would have killed to sleep with before. That said this isn't exactly what you were thinking of either, was it? “Guess I might as well go.” You say to yourself in a near whisper, and look to where you put your things when you disrobed. “What?” They are gone. In their place is a soft black leather bag, a black bikini style bra and panties, black skinny jeans, no show pink socks, white and black shoes, and a rather thin white t shirt with “Sturgis” printed on the front in flowing letters. “That isn't what we picked out?” You say picking through the clothing, the shirt is a size xs and the jeans have only a 24” waist. “Fuck.” Plopping down beside the bag you decide that you might as well get dressed, and pull it all on. As you expected, it all fits perfectly and clearly isn't new either as if this has always been yours. The shirt shows off a bit of your belly and is a bit transparent, but not overly so and this look, while sexy, clearly isn't something you would call a slut costume. You grab the bag and it glides over your shoulder as if you had slung the bag a hundred times and walk out of the room. Right there on the wall is a poster you are sure you must have seen as you walked in of the new characters of the Hunger Games, as while you aren't an exact clone, you certainly look a lot like the blonde girl in the picture. No head tattoos, but face structure and build are remarkably similar. She doesn't seem quite as skinny, but she is wearing what looks like body armor so you can't be sure of that either. Looking around you find you are alone and the store front is locked up tight. “Now what?” You ask, your arms slapping your sides in frustration.