She just has to be unrecognizable! Easy right?

This was a stupid plan. I knew it. The succubi knew it. Hell, anyone that happened to be reading my thoughts right now knew it.

But I couldn't see a better plan through the giddy haze I kept falling into. So I scurried from my office and ducked into the first empty closet I came across to pretty myself— put on my disguise! It's a disguise. I'm getting rid of it as soon as I have the points again.

Promise.

-5 GEMS

The app *DING!*ed and my dark brown pigtails shimmered to a fitting platinum blonde. Not that I could see it super well in the dim light, but it still shined unmistakably, seeming to light up the cramped closet I was crouching in.

Again, I let out a string of bubbly little giggles at how pretty I was! It'd be even better if I had some pink highlights — but that would cost too many GEMS.

Now, the next piece of my disguise!

INNOCENT IMAGE for 15 GEMS would make my face cuter, more innocent and unassuming, and above all prettier! Nothing supernatural, not yet. I would just be soooo fuckin' cute and pretty everyone would be nice to me!

-15 GEMS

"That tickles! Hehehe!" I scrunched up my face as it warped and shifted like wet clay, subtly enchanting my features. Bigger eyes and smaller nose, pouty lips and rounded cheeks, longer eyelashes and delicate eyebrows. All things that were not that different from my normal face, but taken all together, made me seem like I was Marissa's younger, prettier, ditzier cousin.

Almost unrecognizable as myself, but still not enough. I needed to be even prettier! Pinker!

I needed something to draw attention away from the old me, so no one would think Marissa Turner the office lady when they saw me!

And I knew just the thing to add! In general at least.

"Aaa, there's so many options!" I complained, only half noticing how whiny I sounded, with a new breathy lilt to my voice that oozed youthful innocence. "And they all totally look like they'd make my titties pretty~"

BOUNTIFUL BOSOMS

PERFECT PEAKS

MILKY MAMMARIES

FABULOUS FUNBAGS

TIT-ANIC TITTIES

But which one would be the most prettiest? Big, perfect, Milky, fun, or titanic? They all seemed good!

Hmmm... Fabulous is another word for pretty right? That sounds correct.

Gimme!

-20 GEMS

"Ahn~!"

At first it was a full-body shudder as the app chimed and a tingle that put all previous tingles to shame raced over my skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake. The tingles seemed to circle my tits, teasing and caressing my perky not-quite handfuls through the pink latex.

That same latex creaked as it stretched over my swelling flesh, not that I could hear it over the moans I wasn't even trying to hold back.

"Ahhhn! Oooh! Mmmhha...Yes!"

It was like I'd been struck by pink lightning and my tits were charging batteries, growing to contain more and more tingly energy. I had dropped my phone and slumped into the wall, knocking over plastic bottles and a mop that narrowly missed my head as it clattered to the linoleum.

All that noise and discomfort paled in comparison to the sensation of my boobs growing to nearly the size of melons. They were awesome! Impossibly perky and sensitive, pale skin taut and smooth as silk, nearly as shiny as the latex that strained to cover my nipples, the pink of my areolae blending seamlessly.

Giggles filled the closet as I squeezed and fondled and marveled over my new boobs. Unbelievably soft and bubbly, with an unrestrained bounciness that added to my every movement, sure to draw eyes even if I did nothing but stand in the corner— the slightest breath made them jiggle a tiny bit.

They fit the rest of me perfectly, making me so much more pretty! No one could recognize me like this, they'd be wayyyy too distracted, hehe!

Surely, if I looked like this, it would be okay for someone to fuck me? No one would see me and think Marissa Turner from payroll, right? I could cum my pretty brains out in an office, hallway, break room— hell, maybe even this closet!— anywhere, and nothing would blow back on me once I played a few rounds of Gem Ladies. Right?

Right.

I took a second to calm down, preen over my reflection some more, tug the hem of my dress back into place, fix my hair, all the things to make sure I was at my prettiest!

I grinned at my reflection one last time, and reached for the door handle, carefully, stealthily turning it and opening the door by just a crack so I could peek out—

"Ahhh!" I yelped as the edge of the door smacked into my cheek and sent me sprawling to the floor. It was a miracle I didn't hit my head or drop my phone!

The door flung open with a bang, nearly clipping my knee as fluorescent lights flooded in around a silhouette. It seemed to glare down at me in disdain.

"Who the fuck are you?" A voice demanded.