From jock to hot in one can

Sully finishes knocking back the Schoolgirl Soda and for one hopeful moment that might exist only in your imagination, nothing happens. Sully looks down at the can thoughtfully. "Huh, strawberr—hic!" He gets cuts off by a hiccup as his hair explodes out the back of his head, the tips lightening from brown to hazel, and he loses several inches, going from taller than you to about eye level in a second, his oversized clothes gathering in bags around him. He looks down at himself with a vaguely confused expression before another hiccup shakes him, and he raises a hand with suddenly dainty fingers to his lips.

Sully tries to say something, but a few more hiccups rack him every time he tries, and every time his features change. By the time he's done shrinking he's definitely much shorter than the average man, maybe 5'4", his hiccups have taken a decidedly high-pitched quality, and his face is definitely that of a girl. A gorgeous girl.

His lantern-shaped face has shrunk and softened into a gentle heart, framed by sandy blonde hair in a full-bodied blowout, with high cheekbones and a delicate chin, and behind his delicate fingers, his lips have filled out into the kind of heart-shaped and slightly puffy pair celebrities pay thousands for. Even his nose has shrunk into an adorable slightly upturned button. You can't make out his... her body under the folds of the baggy jacket and jeans meant for someone nearly a foot taller, but even they can't hide the new curves of her hips and tits.

There's a moment of silence as the new girl's expression turns into one of intense concentration, eyes and nose adorably scrunched shut, but despite her efforts one final series of hiccups escape uncontrollably from her, and this time it's her outfit that changes. The jeans shrink upwards half a foot at a time, eventually melting together to form a plaid-patterned pleated skirt that rides high on wide hips and reaches halfway down full thighs, while her sneakers remain surprisingly unchanged, though her short sport socks crawl up to knee-height.

Her t-shirt resolves into an oversized loose white blouse, artfully untucked and practically unbuttoned, mostly covered by the jacket which has turned into a similarly loose and fashionable gray cardigan, just open enough to provides glimpses of the cleavage below her blouse. Makeup appears on her face, painting her lips pastel pink and her eyelashes dark and smoky, and a pair of wide hoop earrings and a fashionable sling handbag appear on her ears and shoulder to complete the look.

The new girl takes a deep breath, finally controlling her hiccups. You just stare. She looks like she had to step off the cover of Cosmo Magazine because she was making the other women jealous. Petite, soft-featured, and so fashionable she makes you feel self-conscious just standing in the same room as her.

One final hiccup escapes from her lips with a cute "eep!", though this time nothing changes, aside from a rosy blush that creeps onto her delicate cheeks.

Pearl breaks out into a wide grin, looking down at the girl with arms folded and eyebrow raised. "I'm sorry Sally, what was that you said about not being a delicate flower?"