Beam of instant displine

Marisa happened to be quite the rebel, constantly spiraling out in every direction of the counter-culture that she could manage and displaying it as an advanced poser. All of her outcries against normality caused a great deal of the shame felt by her mother, that merely wanted her to be a normal girl, if not happy, as opposed to her state of constantly finding new reasons to be pissed to keep up the front of rebelling.

Her step-father was the most upset at her behavior, and how it had given such despair to his wife. Marisa's most recent act of rebellion was blaring a crudely intimate groupchat from her room; forcing her poor parents into listening to how hard a group of elderly men wanted to gangbang the slutty 20 year-old, and reveling in it as a blow against the common decency of conformists, even when just a week ago she was ranting with herself as a proud lesbian to briefly rage against heteronormatives.

"Get the fuck out, step-douc-~!" She yelled in an insult at her step-father, who had finally busted into her room in a rage, yet cut her off halfway through it by pointing a device at her and activating it.

Her body rippled, her corpse-pale goth skin acquired the tan of a normal outgoing woman that could connect with others outdoors. All her efforts to make her hair as freakish and stiff as possible to scare people off were completely undone and reversed; all of her hair gel vanished, her hair became perfectly combed and curled, and dyed into an inviting shade of blonde that welcomed people close with twin tails. Least dramatically, but still substantially was how all her punk and rebellious fashion symbols morphed into more formal clothes also designed to make her more inviting; her band t-shirt turned into a well-filled bra, and all the leather on her morphed into a collar on her neck as her last trace of punk...her panties were also gone underneath that skirt.

Her voice slurred as she changed, and her priorities changed; from forcefully fronting to as many people as possible about what a punk she was, now she was concerned about showing just how much of a good girl she had become; her thoughts about sticking it to the man flipped, and she wanted to get her delicate womanhood stuck by 'the man' in pure service.