Experimentation and planning

My fingernails shimmered like a kaleidoscope from emerald green to glittery amethyst. Then to an abyssal navy to blood red to matte black to radiant gold before they shifted to vicious hooked blades of silvery metal.

I admired these weapons that used to be my fingers and the Ring that burned with an uncomfortable, but bearable heat. Then I picked up a rusted old frying pan and swiped at it. I winced then laughed at the shriek of torn metal. Then pouted a bit when i couldn't pull my claws out of the gouges they left. It was Regina's turn to laugh.

With a thought and a flicker of heat from the Ring my hand was free.

I began to look for something else to test when I realized my tiny apartment was a mess. My furniture that wasn't broken was a jumbled pile in a corner, my little kitchen nook was full of two days of dishes and no food. I didn't even want to think of my bed.

I kicked idly at some wood splinters from my only chair, "I need a maid. Or a bigger place. Or both." I nodded. "Both."

"Another week of this and you can make a whole team of maids." Regina said.

I glared at her, "And where have you been? You disappeared yesterday afternoon."

"Well someone decided to make themselves a foot shorter and passed out right after, so I went exploring." She gave me a once-over, "And got some actual hips and an ass worth the name."

I bounced happily and gave my new heart-shaped ass a little smack, "I know right!" Wait. No, I'm supposed to be annoyed! "You told me I'd be fine to go a little shorter, I just overshot it a bit."

Regina reached down(omigod she's so much taller than me nowthat'ssohot-) and tapped me on the head, and I felt it! A marshmallow coulda hit harder but I felt it! "Square-cube law genius. Shrinking down that much was like eight times harder than a few inches would have been. You're breaking the local laws of physics, not the universal laws. It still takes energy."

I blinked a few times, the laws of physics aren't universal already!? She put her hand on my mouth. "Ah-buhbubuh! Forget that! Mortal minds not meant to know an' all that!"

I stuck my tongue out to lick her hand, but it dissolved into silver mist and I spat. Urgh! It was all over my face! It tasted like glitter, sweat and a tanginess I couldn't identify. I started to wipe myself off with my hands but it vanished into nothing.

Regina narrowed her eyes at my much longer than normal tongue, "We'll have fun with that later, Master." She inspected my apartment with hands —sorry, hand— on hips. " I think you need to go outside. Oh! There's this absolute cutie a few streets over I saw watching corruption tentacle porn! I think you two would fit well together~"

She clasped her hands into the classic fingering gesture.

I blushed and waved my hands at her, trying to ignore how hard my dick was. "No strangers! Not yet. Also, I don't have any clothes that fit!"

I spun on one foot to show off my cute and sexy new body. No more lumbering, hairy giant Morgan! Say hello to sleek and sexy succubus Morgan!

Oohh I know what I want my standard look to be!

"Have you tried making new clothes?"

My thoughts on horns and tails stuttered to a halt. "I can make stuff?"

"Yeah? You control the reality of all women. Remember? That includes the objects around them. Just don't try to make a bunch out of nothing. Start by reshaping your old clothes."

She waved her arms like a gameshow host to present my laundry corner. I blushed and started digging for something suitable.

Eagerly I grabbed a pair of underwear from the pile and focused. Soon, polyester flowed seamlessly from blue briefs into a swishy schoolgirl skirt, with no complaints from the Ring. When I put it on and magically fitted it snugly on my waist, leaving it to drape from hip to mid thigh I teared up in happiness.

I must have looked like a whirlwind of giggly girl as black socks stretched to thigh highs. A dark red t-shirt turned into a snug spandex crop top, an old keyring became a silver navel piercing. It was late spring, so a faux leather jacket morphed to a skin tight top with an open front that ended at my ribs, mostly detached sleeves left my shoulders bare, but covered me from biceps to palms, a loop around my middle fingers hid the Ring and completed the emo/goth/schoolgirl look.

My stompy black boots were almost unchanged, they just extended to my upper calf and polished to a shine. I probably wouldn't need shoes pretty soon anyway, but I enjoyed it.

I skipped panties entirely.

When my big eyes turned violet with catlike slits my inner twelve year old jumped in joy. My pointed ears were well hidden by feathery midnight blue hair that tickled the back of my neck. My nose shrunk to a cute button, lips puffed up slightly and permanently painted themselves blue and black.

Nearly vibrating with anticipation I once again stood in front of my bathroom mirror. With a thought my top grew up to loop around my neck, then a diamond shaped cutout from my sternum to collarbone exposed most of my chest while hiding my nipples. I closed my eyes and pressed my palms to my pecs.

My new breasts swelled out. They didn't grow to watermelons, cantolopes, or even oranges. They were about apple-sized. My tits sat proud and perky and perfect. They were mine.

Regina put a ghostly arm on my shoulders and wiped away my happy tears. "You ready to go have some fun now?"

I sniffed and smiled at our reflections. "Yeah, I want to share this with as many people as I can."

And I would, eventually I'd give everyone on the planet their own ideal, healthy body. It'd just take some work, so what if I have a lot of fun doing that work.

Who better to share it with than my best friend? Shy, nerdy, and equally kinky Gwen. The only person who knew I was trans. She only wasn't my girlfriend because of my own hangups.

...oh shit! The friend I'd been ignoring all weekend!

I fished out my phone from under my bed and slipped it into my new skirt –this skirt has pockets bitches!– , " I'm just gonna share it with Gwen first."