Melody and Lilly play

Melody takes her turn, rolling the die with a sense of anticipation. It clatters across the board and comes to rest on a three. She picks up her piece, watching the yellow glow spread over it, feeling a warmth emanate from the plastic. "I hope it's something good," she whispers to herself.

"Your visage shall be that of a queen,

With a look that would make any man lean,

Your lips plump and your eyes seductive,

A face that can make anyone succumb to your will,

Elegant and haughty, yet oh so welcoming still."

Melody reads the card with a sly smile playing on her lips, feeling the warmth spread across her face as her features morph. The transformation begins almost immediately. Her once-ordinary features morph into something more regal, more alluring. Her cheekbones become sharper into a slutty yet regal shape, her nose more refined, and her eyes darken with a mysterious allure that seemed to draw in anyone who dared to gaze into them. Her plump lips, now a dark red, pout slightly as if perpetually inviting a kiss. Her eyes, once a soft brown, now gleamed with a seductive haze that could make any heart flutter. Her long, dark hair grew out even further, cascading down her back like a velvet curtain.

Lily's jaw drops as she stares at her mother, clearly aroused by the new, sexier version of Melody sitting across from her. "Wow, Mom," she whispers, her voice thick with desire, "You're... you're so... hot."

Holly, now fully in her submissive role, can't take her eyes off her mother either. She nods eagerly, eager to admire her mother's new look. "Yes, Mommy, you look amazing," she says, her eyes filled with admiration.

Lily bites her lower lip, trying to ignore the wetness that's growing between her legs. Her hand moves to the crotch of her jeans, the fabric feeling rough and irritating against her skin as she tries to discreetly satisfy the sudden need that's been kindled within her.

Melody watches her daughters with a knowing smile, her eyes glinting with excitement as she takes in their reactions. She rises from her seat and saunters over to a nearby mirror, her hips swaying with an exaggerated grace. She runs her fingers over her new lips, feeling the softness, the plumpness of them. She purses them together and then pulls them apart again, watching herself with a smug satisfaction. Lily's eyes are glued to her mother's reflection, unable to look away. Melody winks at her, and Lily feels a jolt of electricity shoot down her spine.

"Looks like we're all turning into something new," Melody purrs, turning away from the mirror to face her daughters.

Melody watches Lily's eyes devour her new look. She can see the hunger in them, the raw, unbridled lust that the game has brought to the surface. It's intoxicating. She runs her fingers through her hair, watching the strands fall perfectly into place as if by magic. She smiles wickedly as she watches Lily squirming on her seat. She knew she could just order her to strip naked but she prefers to let the game decides.

"Alright, Lily, it's your turn," she says, her voice a smoky whisper that sends shivers down Lily's spine. Lily nods, unable to form coherent words as she picks up the die. She rolls it, and it lands on a six. The green glow envelops Lily's piece, and she reaches for a blue card, her hand trembling slightly.

The card reads, "Clothes that hug your curves like a second skin,

Revealing all, with every step you take in.

Your fashion sense now that of a slutty queen,

Where every piece you wear will make them scream."

Melody's eyes light up with a wicked gleam as she watches Lily. The transformation is instantaneous, and Lily's outfit shifts before their eyes. Her once baggy tee shirt morphs into a tight, low-cut top that clings to her perky breasts, revealing a generous amount of cleavage. Her jeans rip away, replaced by a red miniskirt so short it barely covers her ass, hugging her curves in all the right places. Her panties transforms into a tiny thong, leaving nothing to the imagination. Her shoes turn into platform stilettos that make her legs seem to go on forever.

"Oh my," Melody murmurs, her eyes raking over Lily's new attire. "You look absolutely delicious, my little slut." Lily can't help but feel a thrill of pleasure at the compliment. Holly stares at her sister, her own desires for her mother momentarily forgotten as she takes in the erotic display. "Mommy, Lily looks like a... a...," she stammers, unable to find the words.

Lily stands up, turning in a slow circle, giving them both a full view of her new look. The skirt rides up, revealing the lacy edge of her thong, and she feels a flash of heat as Melody's eyes linger on the bare flesh of her thighs. She's never worn anything like this before, but somehow it feels... right.

Her top is so tight that she can feel her nipples poking out against the fabric, the cool air in the room making them pebble with excitement. She runs her hands over her new outfit, the lace feeling deliciously rough against her skin. The skirt barely grazes the top of her thighs, leaving her ass almost entirely exposed. She can't help but wiggle it slightly, watching as her mother's gaze follows the movement hungrily. She licks her lips as she imagines what it would feel like to have her mother's hands on her, sliding up those long legs to the damp spot between her thighs.

"Looks like you're dressed to kill, Lily," Melody says with a wink. Lily blushes, looking down at herself. She's always been a bit self-conscious about her body, but the way the outfit clings to her makes her feel like a completely different person. She feels sexy, powerful, and she can't help but strut around the room a little.

"Thanks, Mom," Lily replies, her voice breathy. She can't help the way she's leaning into the compliment, the way her body seems to crave the dirty words that are rolling off her mother's tongue. She's always been the shy one, the one who blushed at even the hint of innuendo, but now she's standing here, dressed in a way that would make a hooker blush, and all she wants is more.