Emma Stone

The sexy redhead actress was my next client. She sat down. Missy, my human cat, was asleep at my feet, while Brittany my new daughter, was our somewhere. Probably shopping since she had the mind of a teen now.

"So, Miss Stone, am I correct in assuming you want a new life?"

"Oh, please," Emma scoffed. "I don't believe you can make me an entirely new person."

"Well, then prepare to be proven wrong. First, choose a new life. Valerie, my shy nerdy daughter, Jasmine, my obedient housewife, or Slavegirl the slavegirl."

Emma huffed, but picked a new life anyways.